Twenty miles on the ebike with Winky

 Winky's energy is endless. The boss of our organization made old Kadizzle get up and drive the ebikes to the mountains. Once there we set off to look for an Indian cave we never found. After asking a few four wheelers we realized we looked in the wrong place, but pedaled through some very nice scenery.  High in the Serra Anchas.  

The New York Times has an article about the movie Nomad.  A lot has been written about the movie.  We live among the Nomads and actually we are well to do Nomads.  We have a new truck,and a new fifth wheel.  Kadizzle loves the hard scrabble Nomads. They are very interesting people.  Bill comes over every afternoon and we have a beer with Bill. Bill is a true Nomad.  He was a professional machinist and a man with some very good skills. He has  lived in tents for five and  three years at a time. Bill can laugh and is fun to talk to.  Bill is very good a firing a stinger on Kadizzle.  In the past Kadizzle has written about Gary, and Duane, other people eking out an existence. Bill has more honesty, and morals than your typical person living the life chasing money.  The Nomads are easy to make friends with.  Working together is something essential for the Nomad life.  Giving things away, and getting things for free are all in the game.  Although we have way more cheese than Bill he has given us several useful items.  We try to give Bill a meal, some beer, or whatever we can. The tribal life is way better than the Republican life.  Does it really matter? Most people eventually realize what matters and what does not matter. Nomads know most things in life really don't matter.  Being warm, having something to eat, and the ability to move do seem to matter. Little else does.  Recently Winky and Kadizzle spent some time with a woman who was a van Nomad.  She made a living editing books. We once met another woman who did the same thing.  Kadizzle needs a Nomad editor.  There are many women Nomads whose life has gone to hell when the husband split. Nomads have good stories.  Bill told me a good story how his son in law went to prison. His son in law had a job at the post office.  A casino sent their daily cash bag by mail. The man decided to take a couple bags worth a couple hundred thousand dollars. It did not work out. Although he claimed he found the money, and had his young son testify to finding it beside the road, the court did not buy it. Reminds me of the story Gary told me about robbing the ice cream truck company and ending up with hundreds of pounds of change.