(this is for anyone wondering where i’ve been, and why i haven’t been posting.)

4:20 am -

i hang my head out my slider window, and listen to the steady drip of an air conditioner on my neighbor’s metal roof. i can’t sleep. and i’ve tried everything: rum, poker, reading, writing, tv, sex.

nothing works. i feel like i’m in a zombie-like daze. my mind is on fire. i don’t want to leave my home. but i must; there will be no more 90 visa extensions in panama for cojito. and i keep asking myself - is this it, have these been my last days in panama? read more»

i’m cued up at the Sparrow. the best coffee shop in Orleans. today, the line’s out the door. every summer the Sparrow functions as my default office. it’s where i take calls, figure estimates, write, and, this morning, it’s where i’m busted by Sharyn. read more»

it’s late morning when i finally leave the Sparrow parking lot. I pick up a fresh water bottle and note pad, park the truck at [tag]Barley Neck[/tag], and hike around the edge of the [tag]marsh[/tag]. when i was married my wife and i would come here, throw down a blanket in the tall grass, a bottle of wine … today, it’s warm, the dry grass crunches under my feet, and i’m alone. read more»