I am not a traveler. My idea of travel is having a picnic in my backyard with enamel plates. Passover. My idea of camping is sleeping on the kitchen floor or under the piano. Seriously I travel all the time. I travel by dog. I walk downtown to the Post office and library. My dog has taught me there's no such thing as BAD people, BAD weather or a bad day for sniffing.
Waking early is "poor man's travel."
As long as I can write I am traveling.
As long as I am breathing I am happy. My legs are my other lungs. Swimming and running helps my baritone sax breathing.
Teensy Getaway in your Backyard
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