posted on September 10, 2009 15:42
One of the books that had cropped up recently in my readings has been Walden by Henry David Thoreau. I’m not sure how I escaped adolescence without reading this classic, but until recently I had no desire or thought to read it. But I have been reading Vagabonding, and author Rolf Potts considers Thoreau the patron saint of vagabonders. Indeed, I knew the tale – Thoreau gave up his life for two years to reside at Walden Pond. What I didn’t know was that 200 years ago there was someone who has done what I dream of doing – stepping out of the mediocrity of the basic life to devote to my own pursuits, namely writing, traveling, and swing dancing.
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