The journey starts long before the van leaves the driveway. Getting rid of what I don't need, building a life with fewer anchors, and eventually traveling the country in search of dojos, people, strange places, and good stories.
The Road
I've lived in the same house for years, and apparently I've spent a good portion of that time quietly filling it with shit. Not intentionally. Nobody wakes up one morning and says, "You know what I need? Seventeen Tupperware containers with nine matching lids."
Writing
There’s a place in East Haddam, Connecticut called Devil’s Hopyard. The name alone sounds like somebody made it up for a horror story. They didn’t. You can get in your car, drive there, park, and walk into the woods yourself. There’s a waterfall called Chapman Falls
The Road
For a long time, I've had this idea in the back on my head that eventually I'd like to get on the road. Not for a vacation. Not for two weeks with an itinerary and hotel reservations. I mean actually live on the road. My goal
Life
I was forty years old when I walked into a karate dojo for the first time. Starting late is better than not starting at all.