12 Years of Vagabonding

12 Years of Vagabonding

On January 23, 2006, I began a journey from which I never really returned. At least my torso did; Delta made sure of that. But my mind, heart, and particularly my eyes, were irrevocably changed forever. The red pill was swallowed after a lifetime of eating blues for...

10 Years of Vagabonding: A New Adventure

In five days I will board a plane. I’ll watch as altitude dissolves Kentucky’s green landscape beneath me; wispy clouds and a brown, checkered patchwork will appear. Four shuddering engines will conspire to turn loved ones from flesh and blood into contacts on an...
From Paris to Kentucky: A Temporary Homecoming

From Paris to Kentucky: A Temporary Homecoming

“I want your life.” Many people think that vagabonding is all frills and thrills. I’m often told, “you’re so lucky!” But the reality is that I earn my keep by punctuating long periods of time – often behind a laptop – with brief moments of excitement, often in the...
Travel Addiction and the Bees in Pai

Travel Addiction and the Bees in Pai

And then there were bees. Fifteen minutes ago, I was hiding on my porch from a scorching afternoon. I was quietly, harmlessly pecking away at my keyboard, trying to find a way to describe Pai to you. That was when the first of the bees appeared and saved me the...
The Hitchhiker

The Hitchhiker

There was such a tangled sadness in his eyes. The old bum’s gray beard was messy. And curls of snowy hair protruded from his watch cap. His denim jacket was dirty like clouds of cold breath. His head became even heavier as I wooshed by in my warm truck. In an...