I’ll see you down the road

I’m writing this taking off on an airplane — yes, I know flying is bad — tears streaming down my face. Just like 14 years ago when I was leaving Akron after 5 years of foreign student-athlete adventure, my life packed into one big and one small suitcase. I was by myself then, now with my young travel mate who doesn’t yet fully understand… We’re reuniting with the rest of our small family on the ground and I don’t know if or when we’ll be back.

I write rarely, mainly as a self-therapy. My anti-fracking work with BOW is here https://brockhamoilwatch.org/blog-updates/