Election Night Sadness

I sit on this election night, overcome with sadness, pondering my future. Lacking imagination, I once again headed to the beach, with my lawn chair, the stars and surf, and cinnamon tequila. I am thinking the day is coming that I will leave my country, and by that I mean my country has left me. …

What’s in a Name?

I'm starting a new chapter in my life, thinking about fundamental changes in what I want, what I value, what I wear, how I relax, where I live, what I do, who I am. So its logical that my mind wandered to my name: Dave There's a funny thing about traveling by yourself across the …

Trust is an Aphrodesiac

I started ballroom dance lessons for poise, aerobic exercise, and gross motor skills. After three or four months, as I gained confidence, I was shocked that I was picking up an entirely different vibe. Something spiritual, something visceral, primordial. Something unexplainable. I spent my summer talking to people, listening to their stories, especially people that …

Solving the Puzzle 1.0, Caring

I've proposed the puzzle of pursuing an independent woman, a woman that doesn't need a man. Now, with no earthly experience to draw upon, and nothing more than common sense to guide me, I will propose my first attempted solution. After decades of counseling, marriage counseling, productivity and team building seminars we all know that …

An Impossible Puzzle

This summer has been an exercise in thought and discovery. Hour and hours (and hours and hours) alone in my head, riding on 2-lane highways, listening to Barry White croon “I'm not braggin' on myself baby”. Thinking about my past and my future; my goals and my accomplishments; my joys and my sorrows. Thinking about …

Why I’m Going

As part of my summer 2016 Scooter Trip, I am trying to methodically expose myself to a wide range of subjects, both mentally and as I visit around the country. I started this list before I departed, updated it all summer, and did one final edit after I returned home.  I know its right!. Things …

Reap What I Sow .

My summer long trip is a celebration, and a tragedy, and the responsibility rests solely with my own hands. As you read about my journey of discovery, of growth, of change; remember that it is all predicated upon my separation and divorce from our marriage of nearly 40 years. It is impossible to be excited …