Met Frank, the internet technician and one of our new neighbors, today. He comes to the area from decades in Guyana and India, most recently as a professor of intercultural studies taught in a Christian environment.
The technician who originally installed our internet service hardware was an interesting fellow as well. Muted, profoundly, somehow. Chain-smoking. With some of the hardest-used hands I've ever seen. And either with an extra finger or missing one finger - I can't remember which. He asked permission, with a dead desperation, between puffs, digging a post hole under the sun, to take his shirt off. He seemed to be struggling with life.
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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