• Blog 36–Here I am

    ​A few have written asking if I was alright, not having received any posts from me lately. The caring is nice to see.

    My court date is Feb 2, about 150 miles from where I am now, New Orleans. It will take place in Mobile, Alabama. I will let you know the outcome, of course. So, I just have to hang out until then.

    I’ve been staying in New Orleans with Kyle, a local juggler here, he currently has an empty apartment. In a few days I will leave toward Mobile, stopping at a couple national parks on the way.

    Currently I am looking into finding volunteer work overseas. I need to get away and start a new life. If you know any details about this, please let me know.

    In the future my posts will be more positive and inspirational, sorry, in recent posts, the words were so sad.

    I’m glad you’re there>>>>>>>>>>>Kit

  • Blog 35–Stalled in New Orleans

    ​For a month the weather has been quite dreary, rainy and cold. As the weather is, my mode and outlook have been the same. I want this to be a positive blog, helping you with ideas to move ahead, but if I am not, I do not want to lie. If you want to be taken off the list to receive future posts, just let me know.
    ​January 2, 2016–Today I drove into New Orleans. The architecture and foliage are quite nice. I went to The French Quarter
    and drove around for about 40 minutes looking for somewhere to park, I gave up and continued on west. 
    I’ve been trying to contact people through couchsurfing.com and various jugglers about staying over, have not reached anyone so I will be heading on.

    Actually, my old juggling partner Randy Foster and I came to Mardi Gra, here is New Orleans, to perform in 1979. In our time together Randy was never interested in the female gender, something we never shared. 
    In New Orleans there is a certain section that attracts males who like guys, Randy was there every night. I believe this is where his connection to men started. In 1991 Randy died from aids, a terrible thing.

    I tried to reach jugglers and couchsurfing.com to find somewhere I might stay over; the last night was quite cold, I was not able to get anyone. 
    I went to the French Quarter and drove around for about 40 minutes looking for somewhere to park, never did. So, I decided to pass by New Orleans and start heading southwest. About 30 miles out I stopped at another McDonalds to connect, finally reached a juggler.

    Kyle Johnston and David Chervony are two local jugglers in New Orleans. We met up yesterday and I did coaching on their juggling.

    Feeling quite cold, alone and lonely out here currently. It was nice in the summer/fall to visit national parks and such. Now I am not having fun, sort of regretting  I have chosen this lifestyle.

    Jan 8–Still in New Orleans. Kyle has a second house which he rents out, he acquired this recently. I am staying in this cold empty house sleeping in a sleepy bag on my pad. Nothing in the house, at all, just me. Every morning I go over to a McDonalds, which is a half mile away, to get on their wifi. Kyle and I have gone on a couple bike rights around the French Quarter and New Orleans.

    The weather is still dismal here, as is my outlook. Although, yesterday was sunny, I painted part of my van that needed a touchup.

    The reason I have not written very much for my blog is because I am bottled up here, waiting until February 2, when I have to be back in Mobile, Alabama.

    You read of the accident I was in a few weeks ago while in Mobile, Alabama. Here is what occurred: I was driving in the rain on a curvy road with walls on both sides of the roadway. I took a turn wrong and hit the person in the lane coming toward me. 
    Something I did not tell you before: with nowhere to pull over because of the walls on both sides, I just kept driving, and kept driving. Not trying to get away, but my mind just went crazy momentarily and I did not know what to do. The cops eventually caught up with me and had me follow them back to where the occurrence occurred.

    I made sure I apologized wholeheartedly to the women I hit. She saw how upset I was and gave me a hug. I also sent her a card to apologize the following day.

    I ended up getting a ticket for leaving the scene of an accident. So embarrassing  and upsetting for me, I do not know what to do or think. Of course, I will be there before the judge on Feb 2, hoping for the best. In fact, I wrote a nice letter to him and sent it a few days ago explaining myself, trusting this will help.

    As you have read from my past writings, in 2012 I had to spend a month in jail on a false charge; this was the worst month of my life. I am just concerned that seeing the judge might lead me back to jail. 
    Dire thoughts running rampant in my mind–my driver license being taken away, my insurance being cancelled, going to jail and losing everything, and more. Not having a home and living in my van, I have nothing else.

    Between here and Mobile is De Soto National Park. I think I will go there soon and spend time before Feb 2, but expecting cold.

    Since Tina left me I have found little joy in life.

    In the end nothing matters–because you are dead.

    Sorry if these words I wrote bother you.

    Bye for now>>>>>>>>>>Kit

  • Blog 34–Staying south (but still cold)

    ​Hope you had a fantastic Christmas and wonderful New Year. I spent each by myself in the wilderness and ate tacos.
    Getting very cold and quite lonely for me. 
    I am not able to get my photos going right, but I do want to get this to you today, so here you go.
    Will you write me?​
    December 18–Quite cold last night in Huntsville, Alabama, even with my warm sleepy bag. I had come here to meet up with Brinley Schmuck, who I know through juggling and Facebook. For Saturday she is getting some jugglers together to meet up.
    I’m seeing that, in the future, I will have to drive back down south for the warmth and even, perhaps, get a small heater for the van.
    Getting around 3 to 4 hours of sleep each night, yet, still functioning fine and not tired during the day. 
    Dec 19–A hard night. The temp got down to 30–burr. I had purchased an extra blanket, but still was freezing. I was parked in a park on the outskirts of Huntsville, Alabama. 
    At about midnight I was awoken by a cop lady. She was nicer than most, checked my id and said people are not allowed to sleep where I was, but she would let me. The problem is, I could not get back to sleep. So, pretty much up all night. 
    The following day I met up with Brinley 
    How nice to talk with this beautiful lady. 
    Next, on to Atlanta. 
    I know Bruce Plott from many years at US juggling conventions (ija). We connected and I am staying in his driveway for a couple days. But, Bruce does have two felines, and I am allergic to cats, so it is hard to stay around in the house. Bruce actually lives on the shores of a small lake, a very nice area. 
    And, last night my old friend Dan Berg came over. Take a look:
    We go way back to the 70’s. Back then we both performed as jugglers, here is Dan in action with his old partner Bruce Pfeffer:
    Dan studied computers in the 70’s and started a company with software for the agriculture industry. He went on to sell the company and did quite well. But, he is still there, as “Development Manager”.  The company name is “Cultura”, the website is:
    “AGRIS” is the leading accounting system in the country for Agribusiness companies (Dan designed it, developed a vast majority of it, and have been managing the developers for the past 35 years)
    Their customers are all the companies that work with the farmers – selling them seed, fertilizer, chemicals, and anything they need to grow their crops; and then they buying the raw crops from the farmers at harvest time (corn, wheat, soybeans, rice, cotton, etc.) 
    Dan helped me financially with a repair for the van, so good of him, a great friend. 
    Dec 20–As you know past writing, my check engine light has been on, letting me know I have a spark plug problem. Dan said I should have it checked out, so I went to four different places today, I got varying quotes from $360 to $648. 
    After leaving my van there this morning, I felt very strange. This van has been my home, transportation and part of me for months. It was a weird feeling of loss somehow. 
    Dec 21–Had a long video call with my daughter, April, and how wonderful it was. As I wrote, she is in Peru staying with a host family and working with kids (she is amazing at dealing with the youth.) Sounds like the only thing that is not pleasant right now is the language, still sounds like gibberish to her. Her brain is superb, she will catch on to Spanish soon. 
    Some years ago I taught April that “experiences” were far more important than “things”.  Memories generated, lessons learned, makes a great life.  
    Dec 22–Stayed a few nights at the home of Andy Ford, who I have also known since the 70’s through juggling and the national juggling convention. He has cats (yikes, not again!), but has a separate apartment he had built for his mother-in-law which I am staying in. Thanks, Andy. 
    The last few days rain has been coming down, much. Andy has a house and land out in the country. As I was pulling out to get back on the road, my van got stuck in the mud. Andy had a truck and chain and pulled me out, a great thing, saved the day.
    This vehicle I have is amazing, getting through so many things so well and running excellent. 
    For Christmas eve I had wanted to find a church to attend, just because, but could not. Also, for Christmas day I had wanted to volunteer to help people, like a food kitchen or something, but, once again could not find. 
    So, as I wrote that I might, it was tacos while camping in the wilderness by myself for Christmas dinner. 
    As you might know, I have no belief in any God. The Christmas celebration is mainly for kids, me when I was young, then my daughters when they were. It is a great time of year, even without worshiping a god. 
    A free campsite–oh boy!
    Dec 25-27–I looked on the internet and found Grassy Point Campground, had to go. Getting there was quite hard with the limited directions, but I stuck with it, and so glad I did. In fact, liked it so much I stayed two nights.  Take a look:
    To get there, at first, quite difficult to find, but search I did, and so glad. I did stop at an autoparts store at one point to ask directions, which helped. I had to go back about seven miles. 
    This guy I had asked directions of, I do have to tell you about him. I normally will not write about people such, but I have to this time. In my mind I call him “The slimy guy”. It must have been a month since he showered, the smell was extreme. His skin was just kind of glossy and sweaty. And, it looked like it had been weeks since his teeth were brushed. I write about this to remind you to always present yourself in a good way.
    After a four mile drive in on a red-dirt road. there were about ten sites, and only two were taken. I settled into a nice site right on the beach. The word amazing comes to mind. Beautiful here. There were picnic tables on each site, as well as fire rings. There was a port-a-potty, things were clean and nice.
    I saw some people who came and went up to a tree. They pulled some of the many mushrooms off to take with them, I had to ask. They told me to taste wonderful; I had to try. I fried up some and they were correct. So fresh and good, delightful. 
    People came in with boats, which they launched to go fishing. Most caught plenty of fishies. 
    The word, “fish”, is a strange word, once again, the wierd English language. It is the name of the animal, but also what we do when we catch it. We are actually hunting fish, I think. When people to kill deer, they are not deering. Such a strange language. 
    GPS is amazing, I am depending on it so much. But, in coming out of Grassy Point it had wanted me to take some dirt roads that looked very scary, especially after the recent storms. I wrote before about a six mile dirt road it sent me on and that was a scary mess. So, I stayed on the main road and did make it out. 
    Dec 29-31–Stayed with Joshua Guidroz through couchsurfing.com. What a lovely place he has, right on a small lake, as with a small boat ramp, too. We got along splendidly, a new friend is found. And, he learned to juggle so quickly, I was surprised.
    Dec 30–Well, today it happened. Driving on a rain soaked road with rain falling and the road curving back and forth, I didn’t take a turn right and hit someone. We are both fine, for my van, just kind of a fender bender, but her door got quite knocked in. Embracing and very upsetting for me. 
    My bumper was rubbing against my tire when I turned to the left, something had to be done. I purchased, at Home Depot, a thing that winches and pulls things. Josh and I went to a park, I tied one end to a big tree, and was able to pull my bumper out so it will not rub. I do have to get a new headlight, though.
    Hoping my insurance rate does not go up much. This has really affected my mind and has me questioning about everything.
    The person I hit was so very kind. She saw that I was very upset while the cops were there and came over and gave me a big hug.
    January 1, 2016–Next, off toward New Orleans.

    I am lonely, please write.​

  • Blog 33–Sweet Home Alabama

    ​​After a week at Dave’s, I got itchy to get back on the road–new destinations and new people. ​Yet, I feel strange, not knowing where I am going and/or where I’ll end up. Kind of exciting, but kind of brings on a feeling of loneliness also. Christmas coming up, where and what will I do?

    From Dave’s, it was back to Acala National forest; I like it there. And, back to Alexander Springs Campground. There is a natural thermal pool that is amazingly clean. And, hardly anyone there. So, two nights at the Springs. I had books to read and things to do.
    I  looked west and saw the town of Swanee, had to go.
    Come on, sing with me:

    Way down upon the Swanee River, Far, far away
    That’s where my heart is yearning ever, That’s where the old folks stay
    All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam
    Still longing for the old plantation, And for the old folks at home

    All the world is sad and dreary, Everywhere I roam
    Oh, brothers, how my heart grows weary, Far from the old folks at home

    All ’round the little farm I wandered, When I was young
    There many happy days I squandered, Many the songs I sung
    When I was playing with my brothers, Happy was I
    Oh, take me to my kind old mother, There let me live and die

    One little hut among the bushes, One that I love
    Still sadly to my memory rushes, No matter where I roam
    When will I see the bees a-hummin’, All ’round the comb
    When will I hear the banjo strummin’, Down in my good old home

    Come on, did you sing?

    Enjoy this:

    Spent the night at a park, all alone, not even any cars around. A great night of rest and thinking.

    Why looky there, to the west is Apalachicola National Park, here I go. Two nights here were very relaxing.

    Now toward Alabama I roam. So strange not to have any kind of schedule for time or place, just going. Quite lonely, not sure if I like it. But, good to know you are reading my words (and, are y you?)

    Dec 14–Spent the night last night at Conecuh National Park, Open Pond Campground, just north of the town of Wing. Gathered much firewood, I get enough for the night fire and then the morning fire. Last night was splendid, backed up to the lake with no one around, beautiful. Over night the rain started, so no morning fire.

    A song comes to mind–again–sing with me:
    “Sing around the campfire,
    join the campfire girls . . .”
    You know the rest.

    Just heard from my daughter, April, who just went from Scotland to London to Peru. Did you see: http://aprilsadventures.my-free.website/

    From one National Park Campground to another, I am loving it. Continuing in Alabama, from south to north. Next was Payne Lake Campground in Talladega Forest.

    To get there the GPS lady too me on a six mile dirt road that was quite scary. The bad before it had rained, so there was mud to go through, and rocks. I had to speed up to make it up some hills. By arrival my check engine light was on and the van was dirty with mud.

    Found out from Autozone that the check engine light came on because it said I need new spark plugs, and, I had been scared.

    Stayed at a lake in Bankhead National Forest last night. There were two other guys staying there, separately. Strange, I have never thought of going camping by my lonesome like they are doing. I am in route, they specifically went to camp.

    Dec 17–Yes, I am out doing stuff, but, often, I feel that I am wasting my life away. I want to help more people and more forward, faster.

    Have no idea what I will be doing on Dec 25, perhaps tacos in the wilderness by myself again?

  • Blog 32–The wilderness is much better than the city

    Sorry I have not kept up on this, I’ve been traveling and in the wilderness away from wifi. Enjoy this read and please let me hear from you. 
    Nov 19–Still staying in my van in the driveway of Bounce and Karen, a wonderful time. Right from the tree in the backyard, I drank a coconut and then eat some of the coconut meat from the inside. Normally I don’t like coconut, but this was so fresh and tasted so different and good. 
    I helped Bounce to plant a vegetable garden today. Whenever I can, I try and give more than I might receive.
    Here is Bounce and Karen:
    I found out that the coldest it has ever been here in Key West is 41 degrees, today it is a warm 80, while back where I have been living for the last 28 years is 45 degrees. 
    I think I like this better. 
    That’s the thing, so many people hate where they live and the life they live. We all have the control of moving to a location that suits us better or we can change most anything in our life. 
    I’ve had to change in my life many times, I am enjoying the changes. This change into living in a van and traveling the country has been fantastic for me. The cost is minimal, meeting new people and seeing so many new things is fantastic. 
    If you need to, make changes in your life. Change your life for the better, remember, time goes on and on and does not stop. 
    Change is a hard thing,though, most can’t deal with change.
    Bounce has a couple people who rent rooms from him who work in the tourist area of the city. Thank you, Stan, for getting me into The Hemingway house.
    First, it was off on my bike to where Ernest Hemingway resided. Immediately I noticed all the felines everywhere. Ernest liked cats and had many of them. These are a special breed, most have more than ten toes; funny wide feet. All the cats at the house are descendants of the original cats. 
    Ernest never attended college and never had formal training in writing. I am hoping I am aiming down this same path of writing skill, but, perhaps not the path he took at the end of his life. How am I doing with my words so far? 
    All of the grounds have nice gardens throughout, not looking at all like when Ernest lived here, I was told the ground was pretty much clear.  He actually only lived in this residence for nine years, 1931-1940, where he penned most of his famous books. 
    Along with tourists coming through, the grounds are often used as a marriage location. I was looking around the area for someone I could marry, couldn’t find a female who wanted to, oh well. 
    So, this touring of the house and weddings go on all day
    ​every day, bringing in much money for ??
    Hemingway died in 1961 at the age of 61 after he sent a bullet into his head.
    Many of his literary friends were dying–one at a time–so death all around. 
    He also wasn’t physically well which was mainly caused by his many years of heavy drinking and previous injuries; he suffered from headaches, high blood pressure, weight problems, and ultimately diabetes–not a good thing.

    All of the above manifested into an inability to write at times, consequently, this made him unable to complete several works for many years.

    His father had committed suicide, which devastated Ernest, who once said, “I’ll probably go the same way.” Also, his sister Ursula, and his brother Leicester, suicide. So, it was all around him. 

    Such as easy way out of this misery of life, but, then again, I think of all the beauty and pleasure that can be found in life, if you look. I guess it is a matter of always seeing the beauty and seeking pleasure? Or, is the other way a better route? 
    Not caring if I live or die at this point in life, just breezing through life not knowing where I am going . . .

    In the summer of 1961 Ernest bought a house in Ketchum, Idaho, where he was found dead on July the 2nd in this house by a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the head.
    So good to learn of this man and the life he lead. 
    Also living with Bounce is Gary, who works is the tour bus industry. So, off I went to learn of Key West of http://www.trolleytours.com/key-west/. The place where Gary works has three different tourist things, which you will learn of now.
    First was www.keywestshipwreck.com. Thank you, Gary, for getting me in here, too. I learned much about shipwrecks and how they happened around Key West in the old days. Whoever found a wreck would receive half the take of what was found. This made a number of people quite rich. 
    There are actual artifacts from the 1985 rediscovery of the wrecked vessel Isaac Allerton, which sank in 1856 on the treacherous Florida Keys reef. – See more at:http://www.keywestshipwreck.com/key-west-museums#sthash.1PabloFe.dpuf
    Part of this same shipwreck museum is a bus tour of the city, so, now I was a real tourist. Educated on Key West now, take a look: 
    Finally, part of the same establishment is keywestaquarium.com. Since 1935 this small aquarium has been entertaining guests. I actually touched a manta ray. Here they are:
    Being in the same area where I was all day, in the evening I had to return to Sunset Celebration to watch performers, including a couple jugglers. 
    Saturday, Bounce and Karen, being Jewish, were off to synagog. I decided to join them here:
    The following day I rode about three miles to get here:
    I heard there was a group of jugglers who get together on Sunday, but, saw no objects flying around. Nice park, though. 
    I didn’t get sick–can you believe it?! Today Bounce and I took his boat out and we went fishing. Often, in the past, my stomach (brain) did not like the up and down of boating and, well, you know. We did catch a number of fishys.

    What a nice visit with Bounce and Karen, thank you so much for having me. 
    Nov 25–After leaving Key West I drove north (well, driving south I would be in the water) and drove back toward the Everglades. You see, as I wrote before, I like wilderness much more than any city. I have been to hundreds of cities all around the world and most all are about the same. 
    I saw three more agalators, no, crocogaters, no, aladiles, well, you know. They were just laying in some reeds, how boring. I was about to go and get them active, but decided against it after remembering their teeth. 

    This was on Thanksgiving, Nov 25. 26 and 27 and I stayed at Mitchell Landing Campground. Being the only one at the campground was kind of pleasant. In fact, for a time I decided to totally disrobe–in this attire I juggled for awhile, read for awhile, collected firewood for awhile. Being so used to wearing clothes, I eventually put them back on. 

    Nov 27–I went to the Miami area to meet with Jacob Weiss, of playingbyair.com. We had a great lunch together and connected well, I believe we will be able to work together on some projects later. They present very unique material:
    Also, I had to connect to the internet, it had been a few days. After a few hours back in the busy city I couldn’t take it anymore and had to drive back to the wild. Much more comfortable for me there. So, I drove to get gas at Costco and, right away, drove twenty miles back to the glades. Stayed the night, then back to civilization. 
    Nov 28–At a McDonald’s now writing to you. A number of things happened in the last few days. I must say, I have been having a fabulous time.
    • Took a full shower outside in the wilderness —  using http://www.summershower.com/  Had this for awhile, first time using it. This was excellent, I got as clean as I ever have in any shower. I put the water holder/heater on top of the van. And, being in the wilderness I was able to be totally naked, you should have seen it! (or, maybe not.) 
    • While out collecting dead wood for the fire I saw a dead animal, just the bones, a big rib cage, but couldn’t tell what it was.

    • Went to one campsite and the cost was $12, low, but I am living minimally right now. Normally, the fee for a National Forest Campground is $5 to $10 (I pay half of the with my pass), so to stay at a nice campground is minimal. And, being in the van I can pretty much park and sleep anywhere for free when I am not at a campsite. 
    • I’ve been seeing a number of alligators. But, they just lay there like they are dead (but, some were swimming.) So, quite boring to watch. Even when I dragged them by the tail, the ten foot ones, too (see me smiling right now?) 
    • Driving north on Route 29 I saw that they mow both sides of the road, 12 feet wide on both sides, and keep it short. This goes on for miles and miles. This takes so much time to cut and maintain, I cannot believe the waste. Must be something else that can be planted with no maintenance. 
    • So dark and quiet out in the wilderness–how nice.
    • There were mosquitoes around, but not as bad as before. Did you know that the itch a mosquito produces is from a liquid they produce to make their needle go in the skin easier? 
    • Spent from noon until 2pm gathering firewood, then the rains started, much came down. Fortunately things dried out by the evening; nice fire, big fire. 
    • The moon was reflecting quite a bit of light tonight (we often forget that the moon produces no light itself.)
    • After I passed the smallest Post Office I have ever seen (the building was, perhaps, 7’x7′ by 7 feel tall. I could not believe it. 

    Still on my way north, heading back to Dave’s. It ends up that he signed up to attend a conference in Miami at the last minute. So, I now have four days to twiddle my thumbs. So, I have five days to spend–where to go, what to do? The Ocala National Forest was calling, and I was listening. To the north I roam . . . 

    Parked last night in a quiet and dark place off the main road, thinking I was on a small road. Awoken at 1am by a cop, he said I had to move on. I simply said, “What harm am I causing in sleeping here?” He really had no answer. It was next to a closed and run down business. I asked him more rather intellectual questions, including using the words, ridiculous, harassment, stupid, he had no answer. I hate when people do not truly “think” and just do what they “think” is the right thing. The last words I said were, “Boy, you must feel like a fucking fool”, before I drove away. I know that I am protected by the first amendment:
    Amendment 1 Annotations fn2
    Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

    – See more at: http://constitution.findlaw.com/amendments.html#sthash.zXfBaxTl.dpuf

    Yesterday I had to go to Walmart for some things, I also had to stop by Costco for some food items. The difference in clientele was/is amazing. At Walmart, many are overweight and seem less intelligent. Most at Costco are in good shape and seem to use their mind well. I just found this interesting, compare and see what you discover (then let me know.) 
    From the palm trees to the pine trees, a nice change. 
    Off to Ocala, didn’t know what to expect, glad I went. Alexander Springs was my first stop to stay for the night, so nice it was. In fact, I was the only person staying there, how relaxing. There is a lake/springs there with the clearest and nicest water I have seen. So, off come all the clothes and into this nice and warm water. I’m kind of skinny, and I was dipping, after all. I’m like a nudist colony all by myself. 
    I should have stayed, but wanted to check out another campsite further north, Salt Springs. Such a difference in these two locations. Alexander Springs was $11 a night, Salt was $19. I should have, right away, packed up and returned to Alexander. I had collected much fire wood and just decided to give it a go. Alexander was empty, Salt had 15 big motor homes that I counted near me. Yet, I saw no people. These people probably pay a weekly fee to stay, then they stay in the vehicles the whole time–something they could have simply stayed at their home and done the same thing. 
    At Salt I could have done my normal routine of nakeditiy, and probably, no one would have even looked or noticed.

    I am loving living in the van. Simplicity is such a better life. 
    Must say, I am content.