Random musings on my vagabond existence in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania and wherever else life takes me. This morning I took my first walk around my mountain property as an orphan. My 93-year-old mother passed away last Sunday. My father passed away in 2019 at the age of eighty-six. I am now officially parent-less in the world. It was a beautiful spring morning, the sun shining, birds chirping, new growth sprouting everywhere, but I felt none of it. The outer world w

Random musings on my vagabond existence in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania and wherever else life takes me. Tomorrow is the official start of Spring and there is still snow on the ground at our property in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania. All the seasons run late behind up here with the exception of winter, which arrives early and lingers well into April. It’s enough to make any sane man move to Florida to enjoy his retirement. But no thank you. I love the change

Random musings on my vagabond existence in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania and wherever else life takes me. Last weekend’s big snowstorm, and all the hullabaloo in the runup to it, put me in mind of the old days growing up in the 1960s and 1970s when foot-deep snowstorms were not the exception but the rule. Back then we went into winter expecting to get at least a couple big storms that would close roads and bring our rural Pennsylvania neighborhood to a standstill. It