Intentions

I lost my job. Sounds terrible when you say it that way doesn't it? Not to worry, it may come back. The layoffs are intended to be of a temporary nature. Hard times come and no one seems to like it, yet someone had to go. Me? I lept at the chance. I still don't know if I was on the short list of folks slated for "right-sizing" or not. I don't care. There's a big world out there and I happily volunteer to explore it.

Someone has study this country, its charms, its failings, it's people, and parks. I intend to publish my research here. Not because anyone will read it, surely, but because there is an off chance that my boss will stumble across this url (I will send it too him) and enjoy an irregular dosage of freedom from his cluttered cubical, and panoramic view of the swamp.

Before the 1997 champagne ford escort can roar to life, on its 1.9 liters of naturally aspirated ponies, a few vital preparations must be completed (completing tax filing not withstanding). Required items include.

• A killer laptop computer (the M17 is on order from Alienware)
• A cell phone that can shuttle data between the internets and teh above M17
• A Digital camera for documentation purposes.
• A Tent (you never know...)
• A LED lantern
• A trip to the garage (the escort wants some attention)

ETD? 2 weeks.