by Kenny | May 7, 2019 | Dispatches, Suburbia
Suburbia, Oregon, May 7, 2019, 9:13 AM. The neighbor lady refers to our neighborhood as an oasis, amid the cacophony and activity that permeates our suburb. I hear passenger jets roar, canines barking, screeching tires, slamming car doors and trunks, screaming youth,...
by Kenny | Mar 24, 2019 | Dispatches, Passions, Retirement, Suburbia, Thriving
I live in a house nestled in suburbia. I have no children, my parents have passed, my marriage of three years is ending in divorce, I go rucking and lift weights, I eat like my ancestors, my income is fixed, and I want to succeed at retirement. No matter how the...
by Kenny | Mar 17, 2019 | Dispatches, Nomad, Suburbia
The neighbor lady one house over from me, described our neighborhood as an oasis. Her depiction of our street, monikered as Place and dead-ending at my domicile, conflicts with the rants I’ve penned to describe my perspective of holing up in the middle of suburbia,...
by Kenny | Mar 3, 2019 | Dispatches, Lifestyle, Nomad, Suburbia
The frequency of my rumination of living as a nomad has increased. I’m scratching an itch that doesn’t appear to be resolving; it may require the healing properties of the nomadic lifestyle. The suburban jungle in which I live is choking me with its toxicity of noise,...
