My workbench

My workbench

Saturday, December 22, 2012

It's been a while

Life has...well, not quite stagnated, so much as fallen into a groove.  Work, family, internet, sleep.  I will be getting back on the road soon, my rough destination the 38th parallel, starting somewhere in Europe and moving eastward.  I've had a lot of time to think, to plan, to practice, and to prepare.

        I've done almost nothing.

While I want to be prepared, to gather and store and have and know, I realize that some of the greatest parts of this grand adventure I am on lies in learning the things which I could not have possibly prepared for.  I am, inherently, a slacker.  I procrastinate, setting things until the very last minute.  Consequently, I have become fairly efficient at bailing myself out of whatever situation I find myself in.

        I enjoy that.

People often tell me that I should write a book.  With a rather sardonic grin, I agree, though the book I would very much like to write is likely too dark for many (it may have a title along the lines of "Wake up and get a damn clue!").  Instead, with my love of teaching and sharing, I would like to share something a bit more practical (and less bluntly offensive); a book to get people thinking about situations, real-world situations which occur, either out of foolishness, arrogance, or simply poor luck.  Naturally, I have encountered one or two of these scenarios in my travels.  I don't know how I am going to do it, but I think that this will be something of which i can be proud.

A rough outline of my plans for the next...well, next, looks something like this:
Jan: North America
Feb: North America->Iceland
March: Europe.  Visit friends
April: Never too many friends
May: Cyrillic everywhere!
June: Tajikistan.  Yes, I am really going.

From here it gets a bit murky...I am hoping to get invited to something, but am not certain that it will happen. If not, I'll continue to hunt the sunrise.  I'm sure I can catch it while it's resting by the time i hit the Pacific.

Always remember:
Mind over matter.  If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.

Monday, November 5, 2012

A letter to myself

I found this is my Google Drive whilst clearing out some old files.  It was dated December 28th, 2011.  Go figure.

" dear self...
      what the **** are you thinking? Honestly, giving up the freedom to travel the works because you have found one woman whom you like?  This borders on insanity.  What will you do for the next for months while she finishes school? Work some dead end job to save some scratch?  It does not really make any sense.


Thursday, September 6, 2012

From Portland

The rides have been fun, though not nearly as eventful as Canada.  I caught a lift after walking a few miles further into the forest, to the Ripplebrook ranger station from where Fiona lives at the Conservation Corps.  In the fading light, a gentleman pulled over with a mountainbike in the back of his SUV, looking to be in his 60s with an ironclad grip.  I was dropped in downtown Estacada, where I camped for the evening.

I woke up yesterday and, after a cup of coffee and some phone-and-tablet charging, I hit the road.  A lift a few miles down the road lead to a ride all the way to I205, where I broke out the Tokyo sign.  While the dude who picked me up was a bit confused, I didn't really press the issue- he initially told me that he was going to prison.  Turns out, he was going to visit his girlfriend whom is locked up at the moment.  From the side of I-5, a superhippy, accept everything, berating me for value-juding the oil company dude pulled over.  We traded some veggies and he drove me to Eugene.  A long, hot, in-the-sun walk landed me in Eugene, where I eventually figured out the busses and hitched out.  Back-to-back lifts, followed by some waiting in the hills of central Oregon finally found me with some time to cool off from the sun- I'm a touch dehydrated, but have an awesome tan.  I arrived in Florence, OR after the sun had set, and settled in to camp near the bridge out of town.

I finished the audiobook "The golden compass" today, which has been a treat which a friend gave me back in Portland.  A quartet of Dutch tourists gave me a lift to Reedsport, where I stopped for breakfast in a quaint little diner.  After breakfast, I hit the bathroom quickly before heading off to the road- when I returned, my bill had disappeared.  The elderly woman whom I had been chatting to over breakfast bade me farewell, smiled, told me that I was brave to be hitching and enjoying life, and to not worry about my bill.

A trio of lifts, including an undercover hippy and a quad racer (who told me that Cannondale used to make quads?  One-cylinder?  I need to find out more...), Find me in the town of Bandon, OR.  The pastor, my most recent lift, dropped me at the incredible Bandon town beach, whereupon I walked ten or so minutes back to the library.  The sea stacks look incredible, and I am on my way to walk barefoot down the beach.  Just wanted to grab some water, change into jeans (it's overcast), and grab some water...Love you all, and see y'all down the road somewhere...

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Fort Nelson, BC to Grand Prarie, BC

Laying awake in my hammock, I hear a car pull up to the visitor center I am camped out next to.  A person gets out of their car, and a dog start barking.  I hear him urinate in the parking lot, and know that the dog is barking at me (Why do they always bark at me?!).  After he leaves, shouting at his dog to quiet down because nobody is there, I return to a tenuous sleep, always concerned that I may be discovered, despite this having never actually happened.

Upon waking in the morning, I discover a constant, light drizzle of rain, dampening my mood considerably.  Upon my arrival in town, I had seen a trio of bike tourists camped out in a pavilion near the edge of town...In the interests of lightening my load, I remove some excess food (falafel mix, powdered milk, potato flakes, etc) and offer it to them.  They invite me to lunch, where I find out that they are from Cordoba, Argentina.  These three guys have shipped their bikes up to Anchorage, and are biking back home from Alaska.  Damn, and I thought my trip was a bit crazy...  A pair of local thumbs turn up, cursing the weather and determined to catch a bus "down south" for only a few hundred dollars...I am a bit surprised, but do not like to question anyone else's actions directly.  We part ways, I head to the visitor's center to use the internet and bathroom, and then head out to the road.

Hitching turns out to be a fairly quick affair, with Matt picking me up, and giving me a lift all the way to Fort St. John.  The kilometers fall by quickly, with our conversation running from well-drilling and gasworks (he is an mechanic for a gas exploration company, an industry he despises but a job which pays well and work he enjoys) to veganism and mechanics.  He had hand-rebuilt his truck from basically the frame up, building quite an impressive machine considering it's original design.  We traded software and some flicks, and though I have yet to watch them, I am excited to see Food, Inc, as well as some of the others.

Dropped by the road in Fort St. John, I was given a quick lift, along with some beers, by a young man on his way out to a gas rig.  From the top of the hill, overlooking town, I had my first chance to really unwind, reflect, and relax.  Marie quickly arrived, giving me a lift to a town just outside (the far side) of Dawson Creek.  My plan was to go through Grand Prairie to Edmonton, meet up with a friend, and then continue south.  With the shadows growing longer, and minimal traffic passing my way, I began looking at the trees for a prospective place to camp...

A pickup truck with a mobile medical treatment shell on the back screamed past, with a gaggle of women leaning out screaming at me.  I smiled, waving at them as they flew past, figuring they were just letting off some steam whilst headed home from work.  A quarter mile up the road, I saw the vehicle grind to a halt, pull a quick U-turn, and return in my direction.  Again a tire-squealing U-turn was used, and suddenly there were three women in a pickup truck shouting for me to get in.  Not having to be told twice, I jumped in, and held on for dear life as the truck lurched to speed, quickly hitting 160km/hr (100mph). 

These three women were medics up at one of the gas and oil camps, and returning home after being out for three weeks straight.  Disjointed conversation circling on the upcoming time off, events, reunions and various shenanigans were only briefly interrupted by a steady chain of cigarettes constantly smoked, extinguished, and only to be replaced by a fresh nail.  The first two were dropped off to see their respective boyfriends, when the third, the driver, turned to me.  "Where are you sleeping tonight?" she asked rather gruffly.  I explained that I would find somewhere to hang my hammock outside of town, and resume hitching in the morning (it was dark by now).  "Do you like vodka?" she asked, again rather gruffly.  I smiled, telling her that I do indeed, and she invited me home with her.  "Nothing funny, but I am going to my friend's place, and we could use a third."  The evening was a mix of alcohol, music, stories, and laughter.  It was the perfect ending to a long day of hitching.  I was put up in a cot in the basement, the first time I'd slept indoors since my trip to whitehorse over a month earlier.  It felt...strange.

The morning saw me fueled with caffeine and dropped by the side of the road.  My destination: Edmonton.

Haines to Whitehorse

Many of you have seen the photo on Facebook..."HEADING TO A WEDDING" was my jump-off sign from Whitehorse.  I had caught a lift on Monday, after a wonderful breakfast with my WEMT-learning friends at the Chilkat Bakery, from a pair of older First Nations women up to Whitehorse.  There was much joking and a semi-serious discussion as to whether or not I should be scared of these women, as there were indeed two of them and only one of me...It was all in good fun, and after a blessedly smooth time crossing the border, I found myself landed in Whitehorse.
    With a new friend whom I had been communicating via the 'Net, a walk up the Yukon river was to be had.  Whilst heading slightly off trail, we stumbled upon an impressively expensive, brand-new Specialized Rockhopper in pristine condition, sans a transplanted rear wheel.  Carrie looked at it curiously for a moment, and then excitedly called up a friend on the phone; "We found your bike!" she exclaimed.  As it turns out, the bike we had happened upon had been stolen a few days ago from her friend's porch, and he had been quite distraught over the loss of the new, expensive toy.  I wheeled the bike out to the road, just in time to see a man running towards us.  I could tell that he was the owner of the bike by the wide smile on his face, and after careful inspection, he thanked both of us profusely.  The three of us walked back to his vehicle, where his wife sat with their newborn child, equally surprised, grateful, and relieved.  Upon their departure, Carried turned to me, and without needing any prodding, decided that beer should be the reward for such a deed (albeit luck as it was).  Dinner and beer were to be had, along with much interesting conversation.

After parting ways, I headed out of town to find a spot to camp.  This was accomplished easily, and a good night's rest was obtained.  The next morning, I stopped by a small campground to clean up, brush my teeth, and comb my hair, for the road ahead.  A LOOONG walk uphill to the ALCAN highway, where I created my now-infamous sign. (may or may not work...)

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Fort Nelson, BC

Hitching out of Whitehorse wasn't too bad...I waited around for a little while, made a small sign, and caught a lift about ten miles up the road, to where the road splits for Skagway.  Armed with a slightly larger sign, I caught a lift with Josh, my new Yukoner friend, all the way to Fort Nelson.  We ate, drank some beer, laughed, and talked.  We arrived around 8PM (9 hrs, 1000KmS), though I distinctly recall my watch reading closer to midnight before I crashed out in my hammock.

Now, it's raining.  It's been raining on and off for the past eight hours.  While I don't particularly enjoy the rain, it is rather light, and I know that it's dry where I am heading...So I just really need to get the hell out of here.

See y'all soon!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012


I am actually considering removing this blog altogether, as I tend to post things on to facebook, and see this as redundant...But I haven't made that decision final.  Drop a comment if you have an opinion on the matter...

Otherwise, there are my plans for the next month or two...
You may need to zoom out a bit to see the full scope of my idea.  It will be roughly 7,500 miles, over the course of two months.  I'll be visiting friends, hot-springs, and various areas of interest along my trip.  Otherwise, I'll be hitchin.  Mad hitchin.  Like a machine.

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Saturday, July 28, 2012

Paddling, Hiking, Reading And Relaxing

I have photos...but they will post another day. I have been having a lot of fun up in and around Haines, from hikes on the local peaks to paddling with friends (and dogs) around Chilkoot lake. It took three days to do my laundry, as every time I started, someone else offered something radically cooler and more fun to do. Currently, the South East Alaskan State fair is going oj, with a crushing influx of thousands of people along with live music and dancing all night. While the new faces are great, the accompanying stress at the store has been a bit of a drag. Oh well... At current, ihave four days off, before I have to come back in...I will go check out some more music tonight, and then go for an overnight with a friend on some local ridges...I truly love it out here.

Monday, July 16, 2012


Not too much to report...I made it out from Skagway to Whitehorse in two lifts, stopping for a bit in Carcross to enjoy a beer from my first ride, stretch, and catch a second lift into town.  Stayed last night with a wonderful Couchsurfing host, slept indoors for the first time in a month...have taken three showers since I arrived yesterday afternoon (3 in 36hrs, as opposed to...closer to one a week in camp). 

The town itself is rather...bland.  Not too much appeals to me, and I will be hitching out tomorrow morning, headed back towards Haines.  The drive should take around five hours, with one changeover...From Haines Junction (Yukon Territory) to Haines (Alaska) I will likely see a sparsity of cars...but I will make it!:)

Monday, July 9, 2012

Good morning

Haines, AK.  3:30AM.  The pinkish glow is invigorating.  Might as well upload some pictures, and enjoy the beautiful sunset.  Rain will wreck the rest of the morning.  
So I packed my bag to head out to Porcupine Creek, and spend the day lounging in the sun and swimming. I made it about two hundred feet from my campsite when my awesome neighbor Henry rolled past, calling out my name. Forget swimming, we have got other plans...

Cut it, brine it, smoke it.
Yup, time to smoke some fish. Henry works on the fuel dock, so tue fisherman returning tend to give him less-than-perfect salmon fillets. We stopped to pick up beer and watermelon at the store and set about dry rubbing the fish. With this completed, the time hovering around noon, we decided to make use of the beautiful day and go for a hike. A flurry of phone calls brought only one other individual, but that did not deter us, and we there set off, hiking out to Mt Riley via the Battery point Trailhead.

 The hiking crew. We met Carine on the trail headed in the opposite direction, and plied her with beer.

The view down the Lynn canal towards Juneau.  Mt. Riley is around 1700' above sea level, and has quite the view from the top.  From my campsite, it should take about an hour to summit Riley.  I'll be heading up there for some R&R more than once this summer.  The only downside?  Lots of bear scat.  But enough trees that I can hang my hammock up there~

My first Alaskan snow!  At 1500', it was a bit of a surprise, but still nice to see that the warm weather we had a week ago has not removed ALL traces of the previous winter.

The hike down afforded some incredible views of the west side of the peninsula, with sprawling forests amid relatively untouched wilderness.  All of this a ~30min walk from my campsite in Haines.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

independence day

My 4th of july was epic. Unfortunately, my camera died just before the fireworks, but I will recharge it and post those photos shortly.

*EDIT* Photos posted.
The day started like most others, rolling out of my hammock and hitting the bathroom. Breakfast was forgotten as I joined the throngs of people heading downtown, walking in eager anticipiation of the festivities for the day. I walked past the fire station where the parade was forming, heading for a packed spot on main street. Being a Wednesday, cruise ship passengers were in town, creating quite the crowd.

The parade itself was cool, and fun to see. My coworker Kristy rolled past on her quad, two children perched in her lap. Vets and boyscouts carried flags, marching proudly. Firetrucks let loose with their sirens and horns, with two of the town's five or so police officers leading the way for it all. Trucks pulling homemade floats began to roll past, some with more effort than others. It was a fun time all around.

Not quite Grandma, but still pretty cool

Post-parade, I headed for Tinglit park, to the local festivities and the library bbq. Remembering the sagely advice of my father, I started at the pie booth, enjoying a slice of chocolate chip cherry cheesecake....had I a fridge, I would have bought a whole pie. Lunch was a grimmer bratwurst on the pavilion, enjoying the ocean view with the mountain backdrop. The sky had cleared by then, giving a warm glow to the air. I briefly browsed the library book sale, indulging at a cost of a quarter per book. My final event was the hammer contest, where I nearly threw a hammer in my furious attempt to drive a railroad spike into a half log as quickly as possible.

After some relaxation, the music fesitval began, and my friends and I headed over that way. We paid, entered, met other friends, and listened to some great local tunes. The plan was to stay there until the fireworks, and then go watch them on the beach.

The plan changed.

Somehow the idea was presented, and rapidly accepted, to go hike the speed trail, and watch the fireworks from above. A quick dinner of chili over potatoes with melted cheese on top was scarred, followed by an absolutely grueling, vertical ascent up the Ripinsky ridgeline. From campsite to tower, we took an hour and eight rocked. In our haste, we arrived an hour or so early. We were suitably prepared, with cards, music, a hackey sack, and a few beers.

The crew: Aaron, Steve, Nick, Melissa

The hike down was a rumbling, bumbling, stumbling train of fun. My first time actually needing headlamps, as we were in the forest after midnight, proved no real challenge, and I was actually able to hike a steep vertical without much light assistance at all. Grunts, groans, gasps and curses were occasionally punctuated with Nick's occasional cry of "hey bear!" Even on the fourth of July, one cannot be too carefully.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

The Ferry

. The ride up was a ton of fun. Within the small tent city I found a number of people headed to haines, as well as folks heading off for the further reaches of alaska. With limited options, a lot of cards were played, beer was drunk, and lots of rest was had. Shore excursions, such as into ketchikan, broke up the monotony.
Two women, my neighbors in tent city, turned out to be wicked cool while possessing no small amounts of crazy.
They looked so normal... The views from the ship provided the other meaning distraction. From beautiful historic landmarks
To some wonderful waterfalls...
And, of course, there are mountains.
the flight to Seattle proved to be my first challenge. Initially I was unable to check in because I was soon as I was able to do so, my flight was delayed and I would miss my connection in chicago. The counter guys were helpful about switching around my flights, but took so long to do so that my bags apparently almost missed the flight. In Denver, I was told I was going to Salt Lake city, and was then shown to a flight direct to Seattle. I ended up arriving nearly three hours early.
Time in Seattle was split between hanging out with jason and exploring the pikes place market. Naturally, everything appeared normal...
Soon enough, I found myself standing on the back deck of the ferry mv Columbia.
My home, for the next three days and soon to be for a few months...
It is a bit cozy on the inside, but gives me enough room to stretch out.
I settled in for a three day ride, with no idea what I was in for.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012


I've arrived.  It's beautiful.  Unfortunately, the library computer which I am on will not let me connect my camera...once I charge my tablet that will be fixed.  In the meantime...I've wandered about town, established my little campsite, relaxed, and marveled.  This place is...wonderful.  The mountains across the water shine like beacons, urging me to climb.  Mount Ripinsky forms the backdrop of town from the cove, a strenuous hike I will undertake soon.

Words do not do this area justice...

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Last day in the lower 48

So, with only the vaguest idea of where I am headed, and the promise of a good time ahead of me, I will embark tomorrow on a ferry bound for Haines, Alaska.  I will be rather out of contact until I land on Monday afternoon, so until then...Wish me luck!  I'll take plenty of photos on the way up.

Sunday, June 10, 2012


So, for those whom don't know, I broke up with my girlfriend Katherine.  Consequently, I also quit my job at REI in Norwalk, and purchased a few tickets.  On Wednesday I fly to Seattle, Friday I board a ferry bound for Alaska.  I have been in contact with a friend from my travels who lives seasonally in Haines, and she has given my some great steering advice.  So, this time next week, I will be on a ferry bound for Haines, with a pack on my back, a smile on my face, camping out on the deck of the ferry.

I couldn't be happier.  I'll be picking up a camera, and bringing my tablet, so that I should be able to write more about the experiences up in Alaska.  I cannot wait.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Swiss adventure Pt 2...

I' already been hiking for a few hours, and the mountainside I gaze up at looks daunting.  After a quick snack and a stretch, I set off, crossing more snowmelt-laden streams and scrambling up boulders. I can no longer see the peak, as the terrain becomes increasingly vertical.  Patches of snow, small at damp at first but increasingly becoming larger and firmer hide small flows of water underneath.  Individual patches begin to merge, the trail slowly disheartening beneath.
Occasional outcroppings provide me bearings now, as I connect lines.between sightings of trail and the occasional old boot print in the snow.  My destination is clear as day, and I want to take my chances with the screen field.  It beats all of this snow, the sun-cupped slush trying to work its way into my boots, my legs sinking into the soft snow.  Rocks will be better than this.
Screen means rocks on tops of other rocks- while this provides a stable base when packed with snow, exposed smaller rocks become jumbo sand dunes, with similar amounts of traction available.  My initial uphill hike quickly becomes a scramble, as I search for rocks which appear less likely than others to slide down and deposit me lower than I initially started.  It is tiring, but I can once again see the short peak, my intermediate destination in my way up to the tram house.  A small shadow is outlined near the peak, and as I have observed it over the past short while, I believe it to be moving.
A closer investigation reveals a mountain goat, silently watching me from.the distance.  He has observed my long and arduous scramble up the scree-filled mountain slope.  The ridge sprawls out before me, the tram shack a mile or so, and perhaps another two hundred vertical meters, away. The sun has melted the ice inthe ridge, allowing me a relatively uninhibited hike across.  The heat from the sun warms my face, while the wind chills my hands.   The ridge drops away on the other side, a sharp descent filled with jagged cliffs and open spaces.  I am higher than nearly everything around me, save the top of the mountain.  Mountains, some jagged spires of rock, others gently covered by snow and ice, lay sprawled out before me.  The gentle transformation from valley floor to peak is outlined in colors, greens and browns giving way to greys, shades darkening with altitude until fading in to a hazy white, mixing the occasional light grey or even bright green into a vein here and there.  I feel like I am looking at the very curvature of the earth, watching the mountains drop off as the get further away.  Sunlight shining through a sky as blue as the ocean marks the boundaries of each peak, my.view already overwhelming with incredible landscapes.
The ridge hike posed no great obstacle, especially in light of the hike up.  The rock face, with a trail weaving between boulders, some the size of small cars, rose quickly to a snowy end.  I stand here, having crossed the final snowfield and ascended the metal staircase, atop a metal staircase, looking back.  Snow drops off to rock, which dissapears from view.  The trail, my tracks occasionally shown in snow, lead back along the ridge.  The mountains are still spread out before me, along with one new addition.  Attached to the top of the staircase sits a warning sign, to prevent a possible accident from occurring.

No high heels

Monday, May 7, 2012

Swiss adventures (June '08)

The hike up left me feeling like I had stepped into a fantasy world, and as I gaze around, I am not certain that I have not.  My hike took me uphill, out of the village, following some directions I have cobbled together from the internet and some topo maps.  The cattle I had hear about last night were milling about, though I would have guessed their ferocity more akin to house cats, especially given what happened on the Burren Way.  With their gate behind me, I proceeded into the woods.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Out of Paris (June '08)

The first time I hitched out of Paris (or anywhere except Ireland)-


    I look longingly at traffic, smiling while trying to hide the fatigue I feel.  The four km walk from the train station was unexpected, and the embarrassment when a family pulled over half way down the ramp, but shooed me away and continued

Friday, April 20, 2012

The AT

I left on Tuesday, and returned yesterday (Thursday) afternoon.  While I missed every connection on my way there (leaving the house around 10AM, missing the bus to Stamford, the bus to White Plains, and the train to Southeast) and had to walk an extra mile or so (3.5 instead of 2), I made it on to the Appalachian Trail and managed to hike a good half dozen miles into a shelter before dark.

Waking up Tuesday, I brewed some tea, packed my gear, and set off for a hike on a truly spectarularly sunny day.  Between drinking, relaxing, writing, and hanging out by various creeks and cliffs, I still managed to put in an impressive 23miles on the trail.  With an hour or so of daylight remaining, I crashed by a river and set my hammock among the trees, waking sometime in the night to a very noisy river and moonless sky.

Thursday morning saw me embark upon a four mile roadwalk, leaving me just outside the town of Cornwall, CT.  One ride later and I was down in White Plains, and after a mile or so of walking, found my way onto the bus system which eventually delivered me right back to Cos Cob.  I was fortunate to have my MetroCard on me, as the Bee Line (westchester) bus systems no longer accept bills...

Anywho, it was nice to have a quick jaunt out on the AT, and though I enjoyed myself, I have a lot further yet planned to go. 

Monday, April 2, 2012

Capitalism at it's best

I saw a website which fascinated me last night: . The premise is fairly simple: a marketplace for teachers whom have created their own work to sell it to other teachers looking for, ostensibly, the best/most useful material.  I immediately saw it in a rather specific light: those who have the money, but not the time/inclination, can pay to have their work done for them.  It's wrong, those teachers must be lazy, it's...well, it's just so....

Capitalist.  Brilliant, actually.

My initial reaction was one of disgust, thinking that it must be a result of laziness.  But upon further introspection, I realized something entirely different- this allows folks to manage their own time vs money dynamic, instead of letting their salaries dictate their actions.  While I was certainly initially against it, I love the idea of an open marketplace for work like this.  It allows teachers whom value their time GREATER than their salary to exercise their right to a free-market system...

Just a random interlude.  Otherwise, my life is going well, can't wait for some travel, need to get a job (locally), and go DO something.

Sunday, April 1, 2012


So, for those who don't know, I am back in CT, living the good life, seeing family, friends, etc, and even occasionally working.   Last night I worked a catering event, a bar mitzvah, and was appalled at the behavior of some adolescent  children I was serving.  The idea that they are so entitled, so privileged, as to not simply request, but demand things, shocked me.  I actually had one young child uttering racial epithets to my face, assuming that I was an immigrant from some country (my co-worker was/is).  My co-worker and I discussed this a bit during cleanup and the drive home, and he was similarly shocked at the brash attitudes and blatant entitlement that this young children put forth.

Anywho, it was quite a shock to be back in this area (the northeast) for such a short time, and already encounter one of the issues which I feel exemplifies my dislike of many of the people I meet around here.  On the upside, we had quite the adventure driving around Jersey.

Have a great Sunday evening (i got home at 4:30AM, and woke to a call at 2PM from my girlfriend, so my day is already past).