When the site got 'refurbished' not long ago I received the notice that it was changing and it brought me back; some years back--six? eight? now that I'm 857 months old, those things kinda run together--when my wife fell ill and wanted to fulfill a dream of hers and see a Broadway Show, we purchased a van and (with instruction from the forums on-site, I can't recall if I even made any posts, just read) had a fairly successful (or at least not disastrous) 8300-mile tour around the country.
UNsuccessful in that we didn't see a Broadway show--we did get into Manhattan for a day, but circumstances didn't permit, though we did get to see a production at Steppenwolf Theatre in Chicago, which was better than anything I'd seen on Broadway in my abandoned youth--and in the fact it befouled my neck with arthritis, but successful in that it reminded me how little I really LIKE to be on the road for long stretches...and we didn't kill each other. (which many might find important)
The van is gone...we donated it to a homeless Vet who may have been a scam artist--I'm not hunting him down to find out since I have a bad temper for grifters--but we downsized from house renting to a park-model trailer in caring for her, and I picked up a fairly-gently used but quite old Class C that I'm slowly working on and plan to downsize further to should I outlive her. It'll also be a park model, though there may be some short trips.
(not many, that 460 Ford goes through gas like a 1980s stockbroker through cocaine)
Basically that Class C is going to be my Unabomber cabin from which I can compose my Manifestos if all goes according to plan.
So, having been reminded of VLF, my Avatar face (a lovely "R", which is the MPAA rating for some of my life) present, I am now back amongst the site-dwellers. Had to re-enlist since it was impossible to find my old password and it stumped me on getting to a moderator/administrator to change it, but no harm/no foul/just gritted teeth.
Good to be back, though. The walls are tired of listening to me.
(and I'm tired of their opinions, but don't let them know that. they could fall in on me when least expected.)
(and I'm NOT paranoid. somewhere in this mess there's a semi-official document that vaguely hints at that.)
Regards to all. Stay Safe. Don't eat anything larger than yourself.
Robert P.M. Hart
Church of the Immense Prophets
(an actual Oregon non-profit corp)
UNsuccessful in that we didn't see a Broadway show--we did get into Manhattan for a day, but circumstances didn't permit, though we did get to see a production at Steppenwolf Theatre in Chicago, which was better than anything I'd seen on Broadway in my abandoned youth--and in the fact it befouled my neck with arthritis, but successful in that it reminded me how little I really LIKE to be on the road for long stretches...and we didn't kill each other. (which many might find important)
The van is gone...we donated it to a homeless Vet who may have been a scam artist--I'm not hunting him down to find out since I have a bad temper for grifters--but we downsized from house renting to a park-model trailer in caring for her, and I picked up a fairly-gently used but quite old Class C that I'm slowly working on and plan to downsize further to should I outlive her. It'll also be a park model, though there may be some short trips.
(not many, that 460 Ford goes through gas like a 1980s stockbroker through cocaine)
Basically that Class C is going to be my Unabomber cabin from which I can compose my Manifestos if all goes according to plan.
So, having been reminded of VLF, my Avatar face (a lovely "R", which is the MPAA rating for some of my life) present, I am now back amongst the site-dwellers. Had to re-enlist since it was impossible to find my old password and it stumped me on getting to a moderator/administrator to change it, but no harm/no foul/just gritted teeth.
Good to be back, though. The walls are tired of listening to me.
(and I'm tired of their opinions, but don't let them know that. they could fall in on me when least expected.)
(and I'm NOT paranoid. somewhere in this mess there's a semi-official document that vaguely hints at that.)
Regards to all. Stay Safe. Don't eat anything larger than yourself.
Robert P.M. Hart
Church of the Immense Prophets
(an actual Oregon non-profit corp)
