Around five years ago, I was driving by myself in New Mexico. It was February, and I had just finished taking a relative down to Tucson for an opportunity to get his life in order. He had been a real mess. Suffice to say, his life had not been easy, and he had reached a…
Author: Clinton
Lost Without Going Anyplace
In a short time, I will have been in the same place (with a few exceptions) for the last three months. It feels strange to me after nine months of constantly moving. I came back to my home town at the end of May to stay put for a little while so I could really…
Strange Days
Tonight I’m feeling reflective and thought I might post something more personal than usual. The last year has been a wild experience. I’ve been living on the road full time, traveling from place to place, living in my tiny home on wheels. My only companion has been my yellow lab, Penny. She listens to me…
Thieves, Hitchhikers, and Trapped in California
For the better part of a month, I had been traveling, starting in Bishop, where I stayed for about ten days. The plan had been to drive through the pass on Lee Vining Road in the Sierras to Yosemite–which was only about an hour away. As it turns out, the road was closed until June….
Waiting for the Next Wave and Doing What You Love
Back when I was in high school—in the late 20th century—our superintendent told us that 60% of the jobs that would await our generation in the next twenty years hadn’t even been heard of yet. Back then, we didn’t even have the internet. That came later in college, and mostly we saw it as a…
The Irish Sailor and Watching Shakespeare for the First Time
I met a traveller from a far away land. As I walked around Ashland, OR, just before a showing of Macbeth at the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, I discovered a small curio shop in the artisan’s market. A grey bearded man was chatting with some tourists, trying to convince them to buy some of his wares….
Aliens on the Lonely Desert Roads of Nevada
Throughout my travels over the last several months, I keep running into places that are stitched into the fabric of American identity as being hotspots for extraterrestrial activity. Aliens. One of the first places I passed through was Roswell, NM. In Roswell, they leaned hard into the rumors of alien spacecraft. The sign outside town…
An Appreciation for Sandwiches
When I was a kid, I ate sandwiches every day. I wasn’t necessarily fond of eating them, it’s just that was what my family could afford. In my Empire Strikes Back lunchbox every day, my mom would pack a sandwich, some kind of fruit (raisins, apple, etc.), cookies or chips, and a thermos of milk,…