I pause once again to thank the goodness of my friends for helping enable the “level of success” I have achieved since returning to the US as a shell-shocked (yet surprisingly fabulous) senior citizen expat widower three years ago. One thing I’ve learned from the experience is that there are more people out there actually paying attention to my content and concerned for my well being than I would ever anticipated. They’ve been the difference between survival and what I define as surthrival, which is at least halfway up the fourth tier on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. Self actualization can only be achieved in a sunny high mountain meadow sipping fire-brewed coffee and passing one of Willie’s Reserve around the tambourine circle, but I don’t want to give away all the secret society stuff. Come visit and we’ll talk.
The Hobo Heretic Has Arrived
I’m claiming my rightful throne as Hobo Heretic of the high mountain meadows. It’s the direction that providence has pushed me. A retirement position that combines talents acquired lately in the fine art of minivan living with my lifelong fight against the disruptive effects of belief in things that cannot be tested. As always, my content will reflect that which interests or concerns me, untainted by the concern of mass appeal or monetary manipulations. Expect a mix of the usual eclectic high mountain meadows magic, notes on van life along with the occasional political screed, because, well….just because. (He’s guilty as shit and everybody knows it)
Enjoy.
The Tim Channel 
Well well Tim!!!