A gnarly old guy writing about travel, health scares, good whiskey, and whatever else refuses to stay quiet. No agenda. Just honest.
Unfiltered. Occasionally profane. Always true.
"She asks if I want Hydrocodone or Morphine. Morphine — ugh. I hate the stuff, the instant stupid feeling that comes over me. The Hydrocodone just makes me not care about the pain and lets me sleep. I'll take that, thanks."
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I'm David. I started working at 17, spent six years in the US Navy as a Nuclear Electrician's Mate, and have been figuring out what's next ever since — which, at 69, is still an open question and makes for better stories than having it all resolved.
Twenty-plus years of project management, records governance, and enterprise consulting across utilities, entertainment, insurance, and technology. The through line isn't the industry — it's making organizations do things the right way, which usually means watching them resist it first. It's more interesting than it sounds.
This site started as self-imposed therapy after a pulmonary embolism in 2018. Turned into something I actually look forward to. I write about travel, health, whiskey, technology, and whatever else I can't stop thinking about. Occasionally I take a decent photo.
Based in Reno, Nevada. Still figuring out what's next.
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