01.19.2012
Charles Kuralt compiled some of his favorite stories doing what he loved into" A Life On The Road." One tale left him stranded in a snow bowl in Alaska overnight, sharing a tiny dwelling with a self-styled refugee from modern life. Dinner and a chat, fueled by a rare bottle, then the proprietor turned in for the night. Unable to sleep, Charles stared out the window for hours while the Aurora Borealis exploded silently across the sky throughout the long night, profoundly affecting him and compelling him to re-examine his priorities.
Jon Krakauer builds a tale of survival from seemingly unconnected threads, carefully and intricately weaving his tapestry into a picture within a picture in "Into The Wild."
In both of these favorite authors I find myself savoring the panoramic backdrop to the main subject. So many factors influence the outcomes as these real-life events unfold. Unbelievable and amazing things take place every day, it seems. Has my own journey really been so remarkable?
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
01.13.2012 Narrating A Life...
01.13.2012
Even at a young age, I imagined myself as narrator in an ghost-written biography. I felt the world around me mere fantasy, and my scripted life played out in my head, like Alice in Wonderland. Coincidentally, this is precisely how my father kept his journal, though I never saw those volumes until after he passed.
Chronicling my existence thus, one day as I sprawled on the floor perusing the classified ads in search of a $100 car, I startling myself and my mother by announcing aloud, " 'Here's one,' she said." Time stood still under mom's intent gaze. I was too stunned to pass it off as a joke. Who knows what she thought?
While my life lacked the excitement of Nancy Drew or Amelia Earhart, the compulsion to write was growing. I set off early to begin my "real" life at 16, leaving home to commence the adventure I lay before you. A literary friend helps me sift the mundane from the unusual, with her exclamations & questions about my fantastic travels. If some of these tales seem far-fetched, remember that truth is stranger than fiction.
Grant me your indulgence.
Even at a young age, I imagined myself as narrator in an ghost-written biography. I felt the world around me mere fantasy, and my scripted life played out in my head, like Alice in Wonderland. Coincidentally, this is precisely how my father kept his journal, though I never saw those volumes until after he passed.
Chronicling my existence thus, one day as I sprawled on the floor perusing the classified ads in search of a $100 car, I startling myself and my mother by announcing aloud, " 'Here's one,' she said." Time stood still under mom's intent gaze. I was too stunned to pass it off as a joke. Who knows what she thought?
While my life lacked the excitement of Nancy Drew or Amelia Earhart, the compulsion to write was growing. I set off early to begin my "real" life at 16, leaving home to commence the adventure I lay before you. A literary friend helps me sift the mundane from the unusual, with her exclamations & questions about my fantastic travels. If some of these tales seem far-fetched, remember that truth is stranger than fiction.
Grant me your indulgence.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
01.12.2012 Happy Next Year!
01.12.2012
Sooner or later, it has to come out: I'm a recovering truck driver. While I have collected a college degree, various real estate, a business or three, broken horses & changed laws, guess what everyone remembers?
Nonetheless, a million miles or two offer plenty of introspection, and glimpses of Believe-It-Or-Not. As this blog has not yet been rated for general audiences, consider this your warning: tales abound, so pour another cuppa joe, you could be in for...
you guessed it...
the long haul.
As I related to a concerned denizen once, there could be rough road ahead. Buckle up or get out.
Sooner or later, it has to come out: I'm a recovering truck driver. While I have collected a college degree, various real estate, a business or three, broken horses & changed laws, guess what everyone remembers?
Nonetheless, a million miles or two offer plenty of introspection, and glimpses of Believe-It-Or-Not. As this blog has not yet been rated for general audiences, consider this your warning: tales abound, so pour another cuppa joe, you could be in for...
you guessed it...
the long haul.
As I related to a concerned denizen once, there could be rough road ahead. Buckle up or get out.
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