The World Was Always Calling Out To Me Through My Bedroom Window

I became a drifter, a nomad of sorts. I didn’t march to the beat of a distant drum, or even to the beat of a different drum, as much as I marched to the beat of my own drum. I became the drummer.

“I am a part of all that I have met….Tho much is taken, much abides”

This blog is my virtual dry dock by the wayside. A work in progress for the construction, maintenance, and repair of my inner thoughts, opinions, and psyche.

Thank you for visiting and enjoy what you will, and leave the rest.