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Day 661. in which destitution falls upon the mighty.

Down and Out in Kingston, New York.

Day 648. in which I find a place I can afford to live in Upstate New York.

 Authentic + Affordable!
How can I deny this authentic Upstate experience?

At last, I found a place I can afford to live! I can't afford to buy a real home because I'm in publishing.

 This cozy camper is one-of-a-kind! Located beneath the shade of a weeping willow tree, she stays cool all spring, right up to summer!
Conveniently located next door to all amenities*, I'm ready to pack it up and move on in!
An outdoor refrigeration unit is located conveniently next to exit!** I'll keep my food cold all winter without the unnecessary expense of electric. Hear that, Niagara Mohawk? ConEd! Central Hudson! Down with the lot of you!

A little duct tape will cover up the holes on the windows and doors. Once we get the padlock off the door, it's otherwise in ready to move-in condition.*** You really must see it to believe it!

I'll have a housewarming as soon as I'm settled.

*2 miles from a public restroom at a full-service gas station.
**Everything as-is condition.

Day 643. in which we wait in the dark.

Last night, I found myself planted on the couch in my living room with a gummi worm hanging out of the side of my mouth. I wondered just how long before one of my little hell monkeys would wander by and notice?
As a child, I maintained the false belief, as I suspect many children do, that my father was an infallible, rational being. Therefore, everything he said must be universally true and right.

Father knows best.

Now that I'm a parent, I realize how fallacious this belief was. I'm taller. I pay taxes. I've evolved but I'm still the same weird kid on the inside that I've always been.

As I grew older, the world unveiled realities outside of my own microcosm and what this world reflected was that my own was more than a bit askew. My father had a lot of eccentricities that I never thought twice about until many years later.

The ride home was quiet and still, highlighted by Bob's humming. It wasn't many years later that I learned 'Starry, Starry Night&…