In my deepest, most ancient memory of me, I am sitting in this magical spot that once used to exist at The Homestead where I grew up. There was once this old barn, and this little place had once been an old shed just off the barn. Drive shed, tool shed, who knows. But now it was just the ruin of the foundation blocks/cement (whatever), … Continue reading A Rant About Why I’m Doing What I’m Doing