Full Time RV Dying

  Dear Friends, Desiree and I were watching an uninterrupted stream of bats fill the Kentucky  evening, emitting from an abandoned hotel built above a cave, when it occurred to me I haven't blessed many of you with my unique and beautiful insights in a while.  We had parked our RV In Cave City Kentucky on the slopes of Guntown Mountain and were taking a break from dealing with an unfortunate RV septic explosion when we happened upon an Irish Bar on the old main street.  I have been often accused of prevarication, however you must believe me when I say 24 ounce cans of PBR were two dollars.  We had to order several to convince ourselves it was true.   Now I hate bats, and my cats hate me.  They used to bring me live mutilated bats in the morning to provoke my hangovers.  Now I found myself standing beneath a living cathedral of bats, hissing, clicking and clawing their way into the night towards Guntown Mountain to murder rape a...

 Well, dad, we sold the house.  I know home ownership was your dying wish, but Christ, it's weird out here these days.  Working in the social services I was wary of a tsunami of coming evictions and a real-estate price crash... well, and the fact that we both hated owning a home.  We bought an RV.  A big one.  Bigger than that.  40 ft.  It has a warranty.  See, were moving up in the world.  Bums with a warranty.  We have a few more weeks in the house in Frankfort KY then we're hitting the road.  The first stop is going to South Dakota to get residency there.  Desiree's income tax will go way down once we get residency there.  I know it sounds insane but there are thousands of people who live full time in RVs who get their South Dakota residency before hitting the road.  Yes, Rockaway is on the itinerary.  As you know, your ex-wife's ashes were spread there recently.  I was going to spread yours near by ...