If not Italy or Holland, then where are we headed?
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Every time something major is poised to happen in my life, my wife, Caitlin, and I split for the coast. This is a deliberate action.
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Jo never thought of himself as a river guy, per se, yet one morning he awoke in a canoe, floating down a body of water that clearly was a river.
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With chainsaw, rake and machete, I set out to butcher the bramble.
There’s no telling how these things will play out, what his life will hold for him, because right now he’s just an idea, a bump in Caitlin’s stomach.
I grew up believing the world was a nurturing place. September 11 obliterated that worldview.
‘Given what I’d done, and the speed with which they were pursuing me, my only reasonable course of action was to disappear into the woods.’