Before the pandemic, unless I was traveling, I would see my grandkids every other week. I would arrive at their house at noon, stay overnight and then leave around noon the next day. Since the new normal, I have only seen them two times for a total of less hours than I could count on …
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70 Days, 7000 Miles, Day 21
July 15, 2001 I'm set up in The Cottonwood Campsite in Fort Smith, Montana where the US Post Office is in the laundromat. You can fold your clothes and look at the wanted posters at the same time. And, when everything is finally all neat in your basket, you can buy some stamps and send …
The Autonomous Traveler 