I'm in the process of full-timing. During the past month I've made the decision to sell my home and wander the roads. I'm sure some of my friends think I've lost it and I know my son does but I think he's coming around. Many of you here are old enough to remember the old Rt 66 tv series. From the first episode I knew that was the life for  me. After finishing highschool my parents gave me a new 1965 Mustang...that was all it took. It might not have been the Corvette on the show, but it was sporty and paid for. I worked 2 full-time jobs for a year, lived at home and saved nearly every penny I earned. On New Years Day 1967, I started the wheels turning. I made it 11 months before I was called by Uncle Sam...not Good Sam, Uncle Sam. The story's too long but they never called me after my physical which I passed, so all they did was interupt a great sorjourn along the backroads. While I've had a great life, I can honestly say, that was the best year of my life. All during the time that life got in the way...it's always been right there in my mind.....not as a memory, but a goal. That's what I've tried getting my son to understand. I think he does....he's always known me as a free spirit, but my daughter-in-law ain't buying it. Without being able to display at least moments of sanity, she'd have me committed.

The Los Angeles County museum has a time-line on the wall that I took my son to see that really puts things into perspective. The base line extends maybe 75 or 100 ft and that represents the length of time the planet has existed. Then there are many lines of varying lengths representing the different geologic ages and they may be 3 ft or 20 ft. Then they have a line that's about as long as a pencils diameter that represents the time man has lived on the planet. It becomes apparent quickly that an individual life wouldn't even be the diameter of a single atom. So in the grand scheme of things, we're here for but a split-second in time. I knew this from the time I was a teen and knew I wanted to pack as much as I possibly could into my split-second. And, really I think I've done pretty well. I've done more in my 61-years than most people would do in 100 so now I want to slow down and see the leaves on the trees and hear the water tumble over the stream bed...I want to have no particular place to be and no particular time to be there.