Milton wakes up
I’m back! Apparently, I’ve been comatose, not just anti-social. … More Milton wakes up
I’m back! Apparently, I’ve been comatose, not just anti-social. … More Milton wakes up
Albeit reluctantly. You understand that a 2023 Ford Transit Trail, a class B campervan RV, has limited credibility. Even among quantum physicists. And the physicists’ cats. But that’s an inside joke that’s not trying to get out. My reluctance stems from another paradox – that if one spreads the word that a remote and pristine … More Milton Recommends
Hey! Nice day, yeah? We class B RVs are keen on blue skies and crisp fall air. We put on airs. Except Sprinter Vans, they’ve got airs built in so they can’t put them on or take them off. Mercedes. Oooh la la. I’m a blue collar Ford, except I have an Ecoboost 350 engine … More Milton gets ferried
Yesterday my unelected dictator, the man who usually drives me – a well-groomed and sprightly 2023 Ford Transit Trail – fell down and got a boo boo. I’m not impressed, and not very sorry. He’s been pushing the envelope – taking me into snow, ice, cold like single digits on the Kelvin scale, and parking … More Milton gets homesick
Hello, again My name is Milton. I’m a Ford, specifically a Transit van that has been built out to pretend that my parasitic occupants, Scott and Paula, are “camping.” Really? Camping? What about the Espar heater they have blasting 24/7? And the sink with running water? I showed them with the drain to the sink … More Milton meets his tire chains
Infinity is our fate, whether we realize it or not. … More Gap Year, Week 50
Since January I have been on this interesting journey from medicine to writing. Since Week 15, my last posting in mid-April, I have been distracted from writing by the best of all excuses – adventure and exploration, friends and family, haunts old and new. The photo here is moonrise over the Mississippi, from the shore … More Gap year, week unknown
Late lunch at Bread and Salt in Frisco. Paula and I walked down 5th to Main, the windy snow at our backs, the atmosphere January grey. Curbside seating was not offered. The patio chairs and bistro tables were mounded with a cubit of snow, the yellow umbrellas furled and resentful of the chill and desertion. … More Gap Year: January 15, 2024