An Introduction

An Introduction

In the 15th century in Italy a Dominican priest ordered the burning of objects considered sinful: the bonfire of the vanities.

In the 2oth century Tom Wolfe wrote a satirical novel of classicism, racism, and politics: the Bonfire of the Vanities.

I was born in Sacramento, California on a military base that has since been closed down and resembles, now, only a grid of cookie-cutter homes each one more similar to the last than the next, or is it more similar to the next than the last? In either case, there is nothing else like it in the natural world.

My family moved from Sacramento to Little Rock, Arkansas and from Arkansas to Charlette, North Carolina and from North Carolina to Fussa, Tokyo, Japan and from Tokyo back to Sacramento and from Sacramento to the Texas Hill Country, a small unassuming town (at the time) outside of San Antonio, Texas. And, with that move, my father retired from military life. My sister and I spent our formidable years watching the small unassuming town of Boerne, Texas change; our family settled on 6 acres not far off of Interstate-10. My sister and I graduated from high school and attended university while our little patch of family land developed in character as a representation of our family, it is home regardless of where else home might be.

When I was 19 I dropped out of the University of Texas at San Antonio and I packed my 99' Honda Civic as full as I possibly could and I headed west along I-10. Somewhere in New Mexico I started north'ish, and after a few days of haphazard exploration I found myself in Pocatello, Idaho, and I stayed. At least for awhile.

I took a job in nearby American Falls working the graveyard shift at a potato processing plant. I took a third floor apartment in a renovated, and converted "ritzy" hotel now apartment building and just, kind of, started living.

On the shorter end of several months later I moved to Idaho Falls, Idaho not far north of Pocatello, I met a girl and five months later we were married; we lived together in a small duplex with an odd layout, pictures of which I still have laying around--ah, yes "laying around," because this was a time when taking a photograph meant you had to put your phone away and pull out your camera.

We moved to Salt Lake City, Utah. [She] went to school and I worked at a Barnes&Noble Booksellers (my third bookstore job to date), a short while later we separated, I moved to New York City, New York to help open the new flagship Barnes&Noble at 86th and Lexington on the Upper East Side while I continued to figure out how to, kind of, start living.

A few years later I moved to Santa Fe, New Mexico and I fell in love with the city and the surrounding area. Northern New Mexico was [is] gorgeous! And, finally, I felt as if I was no longer starting to [kind of] live and I started just living. I met a woman, we were married. [She] had three children, two of which I was parenting in our two-bedroom home across from the 'Rose Park,' near downtown Santa Fe.

 

I was too naïve or too unguarded to notice the manipulation and abuse beginning to overshadow the faith in our marriage, and before too long I had become a shell of who I once was, and she the authority and the vanity of my life. I kept a suitcase, a small one packed and hidden in a hall closet, and one afternoon I took it and I left, and I kept leaving and everything else just, kind of, stopped.

I stayed in Santa Fe for a few more months hoping to hold on to the place that I fell in love with years before, but it was gone.

I moved back to Texas and for several years I simply existed.
The opportunity to move back to Santa Fe presented itself to me nearly a decade later and I took it, accepting the Assistant Store Manager position at the Natural Grocers. I lived in an apartment not far from that two-bedroom home across the street from the 'Rose Park,' for nearly a year but the Santa Fe that I new and loved was gone, and I was no longer the same person.
Now I'm living in Livingston, Montana.
I've forgotten more about my own experiences than most people ever get the opportunity to experience in a lifetime, as absurd and cliché as that may sound in relation to a soundbite, some closeted banality that people reference to encourage intrigue... I've learned a great deal over the years much of which should light a fire to the absurdities and the vanities we covet and wrestle with-, and for...
The following are my thoughts and experiences, lessons and mistakes everything may not be to your preference or liking your belief structure and ideals nevertheless it should make for a helluva blog...
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