Coming at you from 1857.

there is a light that never goes out
Some time ago, this space used to be about experiences I had as a guy who used to dress up like Elvis on occasion and sing telegrams for fistfuls of dollars. That didn’t last all that long. It then became a place where I could share the sights and sounds of the various parts of the world I traveled with my last job, which went on to last for years on end. Now it’s, well, I’m not entirely sure what it’s become. A mixed bag of sorts? Something all new? In th...