I have discovered my van dwelling forefather on the internet.
He travelled the country in vans and a bus for years and years, developing a spiritual and social life philosophy, and then settled down somewhere in the back woods of Texas. Just like me, except that when I settle in it’ll be in Alaska. I’m totally feeling an urge to find this guy and absorb some van dwelling wisdom. I mean, just think if instead of learning everything I’m going to learn I could stack everything I’m going to learn on top of what someone who’s already walked a path like mine has learned.
Click here to read The Trade, one of his inspirational writings that I agree with wholeheartedly
Hobo stripper turn detective! cool! that’ll be some thread.
Track him down!
SBW
“We are like dwarfs sitting on the shoulders of giants. We see more, and things that are more distant, than they did, not because our sight is superior or because we are taller than they, but because they raise us up, and by their great stature add to ours.” — John of Salisbury, “The Metalogicon”, 1159 CE
But it doesn’t matter how high you are and how many shoulders you’re standing upon, things you see along the horizon will become less and less distinct.
I read much of his site a few months ago, right around the time I found your blog.
One bit of his advice is to avoid calling cops “broham”
Sooo good. I wish that I could convey how much that kills me dead!