Indianapolis Sack Men

Before I forget, remind me to write out the physical configuration of the bus - I crammed a whole life in there for a few years (there was a storage shed, too, for the large installation art environment that was still being booked at a few venues in the Midwest). The bus contained all of the ‘stuff’ for day-to-day, month-to-month, and year-to-year provisions and items and some silly sentimental items, too. The accordion lived in the attic, the banjo under the bed. And, remind me to tell you about testing all of that out…

Living on the road started out as a truly wandering thing. I had not set plan or agenda, a few dates in different states, but that was about it. It sounds like a freeing thing, an open possibility, a mental frontier, but it is actually quite overwhelming when you pull away from what used to be home (and THAT is a whole ‘nother hill o’ beans, and not worth getting into just yet - it’d still be full of curse words and vitriol) and have no set ‘end’ point.

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