Life In The Slow Lane...
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San Diego, CA, United States
This is a commentary about the slow lane, about the slowing of time since I suffered a severe brain injury while skateboarding with my dog. This is a blog about recovery; about our '82 VW Westfalia. It's about writing, surfing, camping, married life, bleeding ulcers that make you feel old at 32; about family, friends, and my dog Artie; it's about cruising in fourth gear, getting passed by every car and learning to appreciate every second of it.

Monday, June 13, 2011

San Diego Uberalles!

It's been one week since we returned to San Diego. The week has been spent recovering from what will go down as the worst damn road trip I have ever been on. Sure there were no medical emergencies, no missed meals, no time spent in jail, there was just three weeks in limbo, a hot, miserable limbo. Honestly, I wish there was some major malady, at least then there would be a reason to have undergone the torture that Texas inflicted on us.

I know, it sounds dramatic, but I still am unable to sleep. I have so much to catch up on, work, chores around the house, with so little attention span. I sit down to work and a few minutes later I find myself staring at the lawnmower, or joining volkswagen vanagon groups online.

And even though my battle continues to get things in order, at least I am comfortable in my own home, familiar surroundings, and at least I am not sweating like some old, fat, bald man.

Tonight I sit down for what will be my first book review. The book, "Season To Taste: How I Lost My Sense of Smell and Found My Way," is about this woman who lost her sense of smell after getting struck by a van.

I hope it tells me how I can find my way after losing my smell. I highly doubt it.


  1. Glad you finally made it home. Wishing you well friend!

  2. Interesting blog, but with depressing overtones. Try adding a little humor and positivity in it man.

  3. Positivity? Hmm, I haven't thought of that!

  4. Kerouac once wrote that a man's ache is what people want to hear about; thank you for the stream of consciousness's funny the kindrid spirits our westys lead is to and through.

    Old Bro

  5. Dude, major respect. And thanks. I now wear my helmet whenever I skate, wherever I am. (I need to find a nicer, more slimline model, but I'll keep wearing this until I find a better one.)

    And BTW, ignore the spammers (Max Ikbal and others), or even remove their efforts. That post is at least semi-automated, designed to put a URL up somewhere to give it more SEO mojo.