May 23 – October 12, 2014. It’s moving day. I get up and feed the dogs and take them on their morning walk. Greg feeds the chickens and lets them range a bit in the yard. We wash our clothes…
May 24,2014 – October 11, 2014. “Call.” “Bruce.” “Junk.” No, Donald the Plumber isn’t speaking to me. He stands behind me, in the middle of Savannah Street, telling his phone to ring up Bruce. “Bruce? I’ve got a water heater…
September 20-21, 2014. My main motivation for getting The Great A’Tuin back to Cabbagetown from our arduous trip through middle Georgia was to get the van to a safe place where repairs could be made. My second, much lesser motivation,…
Monday, September 15, 2014. “Here use this bandana.” Greg didn’t look good. He took the bandana and wrapped it over his nose and mouth like an old west bank robber. Diesel fumes were permeating the van. It was rainy, the…
Sunday 9/14/14 Through the back window of The Great A’Tuin’s cozy interior, we see flashing blue lights speeding towards us to where we are parked in the Pilot parking lot in St. Augustine Florida. We step outside as two policemen…
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Thu Aug 21, 2014 We have just bought our van. I drive away from the lot a proud 1982 VW diesel Vanagon owner. I’m driving because it has a manual transmission. Duwan will learn to drive a stick later. Now…
August 21, 2014. “Should we do this?†We are way outside of Atlanta, in Villa Rica near the Alabama-Georgia border. We are in the library. We have just looked at and driven a 1982 Volkswagon Vanagon a few miles up…
April 30. It was a couple of hours past dawn. Greg rowed us from the dinghy dock out to where Blue Wing rested on a mooring ball, ready for her last journey of the season. I took the helm and…
April 24 – 25. I wake on Friday the 25th to the sound of a train. Not the high clickety-clack of an Atlanta MARTA run, or the low slow chunkety-chunk of a close by freight, but still the steady, rhythmic…
