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Month: February 2017

Security or Freedom?

Security or Freedom?

(Osceola National Forest, Florida. Hog Pen Campground, on Ocean Pond) There is a quote that is usually attributed to Ben Franklin that most of us have heard in context of political discussion, “those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither.” The other day I was driving along thinking about the prospect of getting a jobby job vs continuing on the road. I need to have income within a month or two or I’ll…

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Hot Rod Pug!

Hot Rod Pug!

Hot Rod Pug! Videos of Pugsly in her new wheelchair that my friend Brandon made for her when I was visiting in Bluffton, South Carolina last week! A series of five or so short vids. 🙂 She can still gimp around, but this helps her go for distance and frees her up to go faster! Whee!

more Fort Walton Beach, Florida

more Fort Walton Beach, Florida

Fort Walton Beach, Florida I’ve been lazing away some days at a friend’s “cabana” in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. It’s pretty ideal and I feel luxurious hanging out at this 1960’s low profile little complex of eight single-story cabanas right on the beach.  I’m glad I left New Orleans when I did on Sunday, because if I’d waited one more day, I’d have been driving in, and camping in that tornado storm! Yikes! As it was, the storm came through…

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Some New Orleans pictures

Some New Orleans pictures

When I was in Jr. High my dad and I took a trip to New Orleans. A friend of his was getting married. We stayed in a classic New Orleans balconied apartment for our visit on St. Charles. I don’t remember much from that trip except that the trolley ran by our building, there were very large plants, and the air was sultry and smoky. I’d been there a few times since and was never crazy about the place. So…

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Fort Walton Beach, Florida

Fort Walton Beach, Florida

February 7, 2017 Fort Walton Beach, Florida I will dream of this ocean and of it’s beautiful unyielding song when I am locked away in a florescent cubicle in the middle of America. I will dream of this ocean and of it’s beautiful unyielding song when I am chasing my ideals down two-lane highways lined with forest. I will dream of this ocean when I am lying unable to sleep in a stuffy bedroom on the third floor of a brick…

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Accidental tourist

Accidental tourist

It was a accident that I happened upon it – I was taking a detour off a highway and thought the road went through. Instead, I ended up at the site visitors center. This was a successful navigation mistake. The Moundville Archaeological Site near Tuscaloosa, Alabama isn’t huge, but very interesting. The museum is worth the time. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Heading south, I had some noisy neighbors and a poor night of sleep at Land Between the…

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