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Pre-Packing Purge
Most of what I throw away is the kind of thing you find in the check-out aisles in any department store: half-eaten candy bars, Bic lighters, waxy flavored lip balm and Rubik’s Cube key chains.
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The Wheels That Get Me There
“Badass” was the last term anyone would use to describe my first two vehicles. They were the soccer mom rigs of the late ‘80s and early ‘90s. The only claim to coolness either could make was that they rode like boats and had V8 engines.
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Moving…Again!
At 6 a.m. on a September morning, my parents literally kicked me out of the tent at the KOA in Billings, Montana. Thus ended my first move as an adult and started a long career adrift.
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The Story Starts Here
The material I post on here will include a collection of personal stories, fictional tales, philosophical rants and maybe a political critique or two. The end goal here is to have a good time and learn a thing or two along the way.
Tommie Wendall 