As different as night is to day, the road calls to some, and the rest are excluded. The road called to me for 46 years, but because it was work it was more of a theft. The road still calls, although now, I try to pretend that “No, I couldn’t possibly, it’s just not the time for me to go again.” I stay at home and hope people find my place on IOverlander, to tell me of their travels.

Love reading your stories.