The Crossroads of America

Indiana State Seal; It's missing a bible...

I was at a crossroads. I was born in Indiana, raised in Indiana, and with the exception of four honorable years of service with the United States Marine Corps, resided in Indiana for nearly four decades. My wife is a native Hoosier and, obviously, so is our daughter. However, my capacity for observing and enduring general asininity and specific bigotry of my neighbors and fellow Hoosiers had been depleted.

The neighbors we have in close proximity were swell, and they should not be confused with the miscreants I bear your attention towards. These neighbors aside, I was surrounded by racists, chauvinists, xenophobes, and homophobes. All these collections of misanthropes seemed to intersect each other and reside within the religious zealot super set. The Venn diagram of ecclesiastical jackassery.

My gullet was stretched and sore from years of being force-fed chapter and verse from a book out of time and therefore unpalatable to my modern, logical gustation. The fatigue from being exposed to my Raised Right Republican peers permeated my psyche so deeply that I could think of only one salve for the injury from all those peremptory psalms: relocation.

A displacement of sorts was required to remove my family from the mouth frothing hate, legally enshrined discrimination, and the dark ugliness that tends to develop among dense deposits of humanity: a shift in position far from the judgment of the bible belt. I decided to escape to a venue where there were less people, less imposition & inquisition, and more natural harmony. I knew it would be difficult to accomplish, but I was determined to make it happen.

This site is journal of that struggle.