Can a free thinking, middle-aged couple who still have a few unshattered dreams, find respite and renewal in 250 square feet of an abandoned gypsy-life "dream" trailer?
I used to have a great many more interests. So many in fact, I never had time for any one of them. I've had more jobs in more careers than a bee has flowers. The contrails of my explorations rather resembles that of a child's bottle rocket with one fin missing... and having reached apogee, I'm taking the opportunity to report my observations from this short flight which will, perhaps, help redeem the significance of my adventitious passage.
Stay tuned.
