It's take your dog to work everyday when you live in a van, and in my case, the term 'work' is very loosely defined. Enjoy.

I don't get by here often enough but things are going swell up here in the high mountain meadows as I enter my forth winter in Nellybelle. I lost my precious Bandit to old age last year but recently took

It's Easter, that time of the year when a lot of you will be celebrating our long cultural connection to the lost religious art of human sacrifice. For me it's near enough to the anniversary of the loss

Work continues on The Hobo Heretic Handbook. Here's a snippet on item number two from the Hobo Creed, ratified 1889, and my take on it. When in town, always respect the local law and officials, and try