Enjoy his fabulous entry below.
Easy rider and his momma
cruised the highway up to Glossa
felt the wind blow through their hair
wore cool shades to cut the glare
stopped to look whenever they liked
posed for pictures on the bike
ate bad pizza drank good beer
at some taverna near the pier
stopped for swims in turquoise bays
where naked tourists catch the rays
scooted home before the rain
riding wet is such a pain
lived this life so vulgar and raw
on a 50cc Yamaha
(Skopelos, Greece, July 1989)
I was born in a little ski town that used to be a gold mining town in the mountains of southeastern British Columbia. I also lived on the coast, on Vancouver Island, in the north, and even in northern Alberta for a decade. I visited every province and territory in Canada, and more than 40 other countries. I was an educator, an innkeeper, and an assisted living facilitator. My life was rich with experiences before I left Canada less than two months before my 61st birthday.
Uruguay, has been our home for more than a decade. My wife and I share our home with our five dogs. And quite a few visitors. We have found time in our retirement to do things we never seemed to find time to do before. I have found time to be a writer and an artist. Both give me great pleasure. We have continued to travel, particularly in South America.