WanderingScribe

Feb, 2006. For the past five months I have been living in a car at the edge of woods — jobless and homeless and totally unable to find a way out. I can't sing, I can't dance, I can't scream loudly enough, but I can read and write. So here I am laying down tracks...hopefully the start of an online paper trail out of here. (Update: Miracles happen....if you are reading my story I am part of your proof.)

Sunday, December 02, 2007

Rain stops play

My plan for today was to go for a long walk somewhere. Preferably through woods, kicking up piles of dry leaves as I went. But I woke up today to rain — heavy, noisy rain gunning down for most of the morning. So instead I stayed inside reading The Fly Truffler, a beautiful, unusual love story that I'll be a long time getting out of my head. I'm typing here to delay reading the last pages.

1 Comments:

At 8:33 am, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm a retired army officer from KL, Malaysia, trained in Sandhurst in early 60's. Having been in UK, I know what cold weather is like. Having read your article in the Readers Digest, I'm indeed touched and I also marvel at your strength and perseverence at staying on in your car.
I'm very glad that you have been "found" out by the NY journalist, and also have come up in life, after that exposure.
You have the strength which a lot of us do not, being very cosy with our full time employments. Hope this experience of yours will spur many of the "downtrodden" and "rejected" people to buck up and improve themselves.
Wish you the best.

 

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