I couldn’t go back home. Living with parents was not appealing. I heard a whisper: go west, Terry, go west.
I needed to learn how to safely command the killer table saw, and I needed that soon–before I lost my resolve.
The experience defies description. Utter calm, utter peace. Until someone belches, or sneezes, or farts.
My thoughts have been everywhere lately. Like back in India, where I spent two months recently, just living and discovering the people and their lives in a neighborhood in Madurai. I was pulled…