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Cindy and Andy on the trail.

Hi everyone this is their webmaster Kevin.   Here’s a video where you can see them leave for the PCT,  enjoy. March of the Hobo’s – Cindy and Andy start the PCT from Kevin Workman on Vimeo.

Schleping moldy wet dishes

With the downpours of the last few days we found a surprise when we went down into the basement to clean out the remaining boxes. The basement was flooded. The sump pump didn’t work. The boxes had gotten wet in an almost identical scenario previously and had grown mold. Now they weren’t just moldy, they [...]

Le sigh

Posted by request: Cindy, This crush on you that I’ve developed is large. So large that it doesn’t seem quite fair to call it a crush. But there are many things I don’t know about you… important things, so I’ll call it a crush. You may be completely aware of this already, I feel pretty [...]

A Gambler is Born

Todd is here. Todd is Andy’s friend from Colorado. He inspired me to post some of the emails that Andy wrote me about the beginnings of his gambling career. This was probably about two years after I quit that job in Boulder to play poker full time. My friend Todd had just graduated from CU [...]

Little C v.4

I am tired. I am trying to think of some clever and funny things to tell you about why I am tired, but I’m not coming up with anything….because…..I’m tired. Oh wait, wait, wait…..I figured out something clever and funny….I stayed up really late. I got up really early. Now I’m really tired. How’s that? [...]

Little Cindigo v.3

….little Cindigo continues on her journey through adolescent hell. Tue. Nov. 8, 1983 Dear Diary, Today I was sick, at least that’s what my mom thought, so she let me stay home. Since I was in bed when she got home, she thinks I’m really, really sick and she said I might stay home tomorrow. [...]

Little Cindigo v.2

and now, the continuation of the saga of Little C, the diary of an eleven year old malcontent…. Thurs. Aug 4, 1982 Dear Diary, I just got home from seeing Annie. Great movie! I decided what I want to be when I grow up. I want to be either an actor or a dancer. I [...]

yo tengo bailar con el cappicuno

Written September 2002: Sometimes I feel like “That Darn Cat”. At least I think that’s the movie. All I recall is a cat that is followed around on it’s daily routine….to the butcher shop, an old lady’s back porch….and other such places. Every place the cat goes is like a separate little world. I think [...]