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Yay. I’ve just finished writing. Ready to click Publish when I pause just long enough to ask myself, “Is this any good?” I have, as many of us do, an Inner Editor that should be responsible for this kind of thing, but lately he’s been yelling at me to write faster. Write every day. Write at least a 1000 words. Just write…Right? Don’t know about your Inner Editor, but mine is Eddie. He has anger management issues. I’m told that writing, like golf and surgery, and making the perfect omelet, is one of those 10,000 hour skills. [...]
This post is a break from the narrative of our journey along the Appalachian Trail. I know, I know, the blog is already about 900 miles behind, but I hope this post provides some context for those that follow. More importantly, I've recently celebrated my 100th day on the Trail. I wanted to say that the mosquito that bit me today was the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandson of the mosquito that was born the day I started my hike, but Google tells me that the females (who apparently live 6-8 weeks) are the blood suckers, while the short-lived but far more amiable [...]
I rarely drink in public anymore. To be fair, I don’t do much of anything around large groups of people. I don’t drink in public because I prefer to do my drinking in places where crowd control won’t be an issue, but also because I seem to get cornered by strangers that need to unload a secret or issue they’ve been struggling with. As they tell me about losing their job, accidentally running over their dog with the car, and/or cheating on their husband, my nervous visual search for an emergency exit must look like everyone else’s empathy and attentive [...]
The 10-hour train ride away from Bucharest was either a trip back in time, or a view beyond the apocalypse. Angry faded graffiti covered the overpasses and returning train cars. Decimated factories groaned through glass-fanged window panes. These gave way to abandoned vehicles, piles of rubble and trash. Finally, finally, vegetation and even trees claimed more of the view. Solitary single-story homes were brightly painted and surrounded by overgrown gardens. Sunflower fields kept a uniform watch on the progress of the sun. Then there were honest-to-God peasants. And they walked in front of sway-backed horses that pulled rickety carts loaded [...]