I have a wandering feeling swimming around in my head; always have, and I pray that I always will. It all started with National Geographic Magazine which I read as a 10 year old while sitting in the library on a Saturday afternoon. I savored all the stories of adventure. I envisioned myself exploring those jungles, forests, deserts and especially the mountains. Yes, I enjoyed seeing those bare breasts, but I did not linger there because that was probably a Mortal Sin. Truly, I really lusted after those exotic places. There, at the Phoenix Public Library on Central Avenue, the seeds of the wanderin’s were planted and began to grow. Here on these pages, I will tell stories of my own adventures, from the dreams of a boy to the dreams of a 70+ year old man sitting in his recliner.
Where They Hang Before Filing
