About Me
Disgruntled mope fired by corporate widgets
Itinerant newspaper reporter with exhausted bank account is fired from his latest job. He's worked for twenty different sheets and has nothing to show except a trunk stuffed with yellowing clips that nobody will ever look at again. Is is possible at this stage to take a completely different route? Instead of doing the usual groveling for another berth somewhere, could he find some kind of independence from the boredom and humiliation of corporate employment? Turned out to be possible, sort of.
There are two ways of doing this (at least).
Some people live out in the desert year around. They have their reasons. Others, I'm one, stay in the desert when the weather's nice, and go elsewhere when it isn't. The summer is an inferno; winter can be like Siberia. Also, hurricane winds sometimes, or tropical turd floaters that wash out all roads. My philosophy is that it's simpler to chase after the good weather rather than go to all the trouble and expense of preparing a house to withstand winter's flaw and summer's blow torch. I tried a bunch of cute things like wind scoops and heat chimneys to make my hogan more habitable in bad weather. But it's still miserable outside. So I pack up for a vacation.
It can get boring and weird too
Something happens to people who stay out too long in isolation under the desert wind.