Karen and I sold our home in West Palm Beach, Florida and departed on April Fool's Day, 1999, you might say fools. We burned our bridges. We flew back to square one, Portland, Oregon, home for Karen. Two weeks after arrival, we boarded our new home, a 34 foot fifthwheel coach, towed by a diesel powered pickup, and hit the road. After two years of travel, we found a place we could call home, Shady Cove, Oregon. With nothing better to do, I've been writing my memoirs for the past five years. My dream was retirement in the mountains. We've moved |