ROAD TRIP: 47 YEARS AGO MY SON WAS AN ABSTRACTON, AND A GROWING SWELL UNDER HER MATERNITY TOP, WHEN WE HEADED WEST LIKE LATTER-DAY PIONEERS TO FIND A NEW LIFE.

December 30, 2020

Spent four days over Christmas in hospital with a dangerous cellulitis infection. Unnerving at my age, surrounded by masked and gowned intensive-care workers, much of their speech unintelligible behind cloth and transparent plastic face shields. And all too aware patients elsewhere in the building faced their own mortality from the plague.

So 2020 lurches toward its close. Many will be happy to see it gone, I suspect. Pain levels finally reduced to manageable, healing occurring, having escaped blood infection, I find myself in a kind of limbo. Sleep a while. Sit up a while. Finally able to type unrestricted by IV tubes and repeated blood draws, and no way to adjust the hospital table for ease of use. Try to answer correspondence.

SALT LAKE CITY EN ROUTE WEST. WITH HARRY THE DOG AND JUNKANOO THE FERAL CALICO CAT CAPTURED ON CABLE BEACH IN NASSAU AND WHO PROVED QUITE THE CALM TRAVEL QUEEN WITH THE WHOLE CAMPER SHELL AT HER DISPOSAL.
UTAH ROCK FORMATIONS AND SAGE. CLOSER TO NW THAN FLORIDA AT THIS POINT

Getting Ready to Go

LONG WAY FROM TALLAHASSEE HEAT. FROM HARE KRISHNAS AND SUPERFLIES ON SUNSET BOULEVARD. BIG WOOD RIVER IDAHO. CAMPING, FLY FISHING AND VISIT TO HEMINGWAY’S GRAVE IN KETCHUM SINCE I WAS GOING TO TRY TO BE A WRITER AGAIN.

Professional writer, Pacific Northwest. 20 Books: “Sleeping Planet” 1964 to “Venus Mons Iliad” 2018–19. Most on Amazon for sale. Il faut d’abord durer.