I did an experiment back in the mid-80s. I decided to go on walkabout – or, since I’d be living in my truck, I called it truckabout. Because for years, I had had this niggling feeling in the back of … Continue reading
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In the mid-80s, I had been living in Kailua, on Oahu, in Hawaii. I had a nice house, drove a Volvo station wagon, had a simple carving studio, enough to eat…but I was unhappy. And I couldn’t figure out why. … Continue reading