My grandson, Jack, and I may share a birthday, but our approach to this day is wholly different. This year, Jack’s birthday began when he crawled into bed with his parents and his leg jittered like a jackhammer. My son… Read More ›
Unusual retirement options
Our Stuff: The end
In the past, I’ve recounted the evolution of our things. It’s the tale of the American dream: big house, tons of stuff. And the American nightmare: big house, tons of stuff. It came about much like the time a huge… Read More ›
Charity Bird… continued
Monango, North Dakota is a desolate place. Why my great great grandparents James Holloway and Charity Bird Holloway decided to homestead there, I’ll never know. But in my mind, it raises the coolness factor of my family dramatically. I grew… Read More ›
The Perfect Home
I found this post in the draft folder of my blog. It’s similar to one I wrote in 2016, but it’s still relevant so I thought I’d reiterate it, and then catch you up on our current thoughts. First, here’s… Read More ›
The Road Trip
I think of camping as the epitome of the simple life. Me. Under the stars. A distant cowboy singing, “Git along little dogies.” It’s tar-black coffee poured from an enameled pot. A fiercely independent act which makes no concessions for… Read More ›
The World In Between 