What a crazy time it has been. I had not had access to wi- fi for an extended period for the last week. I demoed last Saturday at Melbourne Beach. I parked at the home of Sonya and Terry Justice. They provided me with a real RV park in their back yard. We had dinner and wonderful conversation; I wish I had had more time to get to know them better. The Gang at the Melbourne Beach woodturning Club were quite enthusiastic which always makes demoing easier. I left that evening and drove to my new old friends Nancy and Gene O’Donnell. I stayed with them after the symposium and while I was teaching at Safe Harbor. We had quite a time for our selves that time, and this time. They took me to see a friend of theirs who is an amazing collector. Darrel has been collecting since he was a kid. Not some trashy hording collecting, but objects carefully placed and lovingly studied. His house could possibly my favorite museum. I left the O’Donnell’s to teach a woman in Valdosta Georgia for a day. Her name was Sandy Davies. I don’t think she really wanted me to stay in the driveway as I always do, but she was fine with it by the second night. Sandy had a list of questions and we spent a long day plowing through them. She is doing a fabulous job and really has the passion to be great. I was thinking about all these wonderful people as I drove up to Penland Craft School in North Carolina, to teach for three days for the production in wood class. This project has allowed me a sneak peek into so many different lives. I feel like an anthropologist. People keep asking me how this is affecting my life and work, but I have no answer. Days pass and I wake up in my van in different places. There is a level of unreality to it, but once you are at the new place you adjust and actually become attached. I do not know how anyone could ever choose one place to live in. I am at Penland now for two days of teaching and will head out to Tennessee tonight to teach for three days at a girls and boys club. One week and one day ago I was floating around Juniper Springs In the Ocala Wilderness with my pal Stephanie. It was eighty something degrees and beautiful. Today I am in the mountains of North Carolina and it is cold and rainy. So many things have happened in a week that my camping trip with Stephanie seems like months ago. That is how this whole project has been; time is extended. I feel like I have been away from Boston for way more than a year. It is like having a life in some hyper speed Vortex, but when I arrive home only a year would have passed, but in my head time it seems like three.