This is a story of seventy years ago (or a stretch from long before WWI to the end of Viet Nam) in the memory of a little boy who could catch the colors and delight in his exceptionally cultivated family’s recognitions, but could not join them up.
For me, the challenge I find most difficult to accept is loneliness. Major concerns that presented themselves as I prepared for this lifestyle included safety and funding. In building my van I decided to forgo windows to make myself less vulnerable to outside dangers.
Monkey on your back may be a hackneyed expression, but there’s nothing trite about it when it happens to you. Besides, it was all about the bananas.