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Posted on March 16, 2014November 20, 2015

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Three Saints Road is a place to express, to write and observe, to explore my own purpose and meaning. To find a place in the world, a place I want to share. Stay a while. Explore, comment, pass it on. Remember who you wanted to be.

You can generally find Jay somewhere west of the Rocky Mountains. Look first in the high deserts. He is an aspiring fly fisherman, mountain bike rider, and house-builder. He’s an old rugby player, a retired Army officer, and a part-time attorney. He loves being outside, traveling to places he’s never been, and trying to write things people like to read.

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It's no kishmish, but perhaps this lamoon me'asfar

It's no kishmish, but perhaps this lamoon me'asfar will be just as delicious. Or it will be rotten! We'll find out in two weeks. #FosterDrivestreetfood #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

"It took me too many years to fully embrace the fa

"It took me too many years to fully embrace the fact that it is experiences and not things that make us happy. Or at least a longer-lasting happy."

This from "Kraków", my latest essay at threesaintsroad.com (link in bio) and #2 in my "City" series. #travelwriting #travelmore #krakow

Check it out, subscribe, share. And #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

Surprises still exist. Avoid Google. Take some ris

Surprises still exist. Avoid Google. Take some risks. Eat the food. Get scammed, just a little bit. Stumble into your own Midaq Alley. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

This from that: Some of my ma's old fence; new (sp

This from that: Some of my ma's old fence; new (spectacular) art from Colorado artist @dolangeiman; and Adelita, one of my favorite folk heroes. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

New post @ threesaintsroad.com (link in bio) "The

New post @ threesaintsroad.com (link in bio)

"The rising sun casts giant halos and penumbras and nimbuses and aureolas around ancient structures, hundred million-year-old chunks of stone chiseled and shaved and stacked and polished, 2,400 years ago, into the buildings I see now."

It's been difficult to get back into the writing groove, but four days in a new city was helpful. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

All the Cathenians are fat cats (get it? Cats. In

All the Cathenians are fat cats (get it? Cats. In Athens). #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

Greetings from the Biggest Little City, nee Fuller

Greetings from the Biggest Little City, nee Fullers Crossing, nee Lake Crossing, future nee "Redneck Portland" (that one's mine, and lest you judge, I write you from my favorite coffee shop where a gentleman in a Carhartt vest, neatly groomed moustache, and straight bill baseball cap just ordered a coffee drink that began with "frosted maple"), aka Reno, aka "my new home".

I've long been a homer for Nevada and now it's home once again (last stopover of more than three weeks? 1989). Feels pretty GD good.

I will be blessing you with observations from the Battle Born state, the state with the most mountain ranges (suck it Alaska!), the 7th biggest state in the Union but #1 in your hearts, and I assure you they are all endearing. And yes, I currently smell slightly of a wet horse blanket.

#homemeansnevada #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

"I was 12 years old when the Catholic Church left

"I was 12 years old when the Catholic Church left a box of food on our front porch."

So begins my newest essay on threesaintsroad.com - a mini-hero's journey of sorts, with stories of redemption, struggling with success after poverty, the power of lifelong friendships, the power of family and love.

Link in bio, or go to https://threesaintsroad.com. Share & subscribe if you like. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

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Dead Sea sunset. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

Dead Sea sunset. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

There's a 2.3% chance I'm without my phone, and ab

There's a 2.3% chance I'm without my phone, and about a .1% chance a fox strolls across my patio. This morning both happened. This guy all but walked into my living room (and he didn't see me through four sliding glass doors. Sly as a fox my ass). I had to low-crawl to my room to get my phone, fortunately he took his time sniffing every plant.

#threesaintsroad #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

What's up big kid! New Mexico delivers. #rememberw

What's up big kid! New Mexico delivers. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

Am I allowed to even post this? Do I have to have

Am I allowed to even post this? Do I have to have permission? No, because these asses are my four sisters. Plus they sent me the pic ("just missing your ass"), thereby losing all rights. Or something like that. What's not to miss about these beezies?

Actually that list is long. But the plus column is deeper than the minus. #imnotcryingyourecrying #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

Slovan Bratislava and Dinamo Zagreb are on the pit

Slovan Bratislava and Dinamo Zagreb are on the pitch across the street, but all the action is right here. Two of these three came here together, the third has been inching ever closer. Life begins when you want it to. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

When I was a young man the list of shit I wouldn't

When I was a young man the list of shit I wouldn't do was short, and most of that included drugs. Now I find myself more often running to the solitary and the quiet and great writers, even when I spend as much time looking words up as I do reading them. Or: Skip Bran Castle, with its line jumpers and scads of teenage girls and vape pens, that absolute scourge of smells. Take a nice drive in the countryside instead. Read some Cormac McCarthy.

"He watched her until she was lost among the tourists. Men and women alike turning to look after her. He thought that God's goodness appeared in strange places. Don't close your eyes." (The Passenger)

#rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

Also, I'm sure there's a hashtag for grumpyoldmen, but I'm not quite there yet.

Sofia is gritty and growing on me. #rememberwhoyou

Sofia is gritty and growing on me. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

Of all the cities I've been to over the last few y

Of all the cities I've been to over the last few years, this series of parks in downtown Sofia has to be the coolest. Must be 12 square miles of woods, paths, tables, cafes, monuments, open spaces, and run down post-soviet outdoor gyms looking for someone in need of a tetanus shot. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

Gone three weeks, Rio's clear, fish still here, ba

Gone three weeks, Rio's clear, fish still here, baby lizards everywhere. #threesaintsroad #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

In and out, but what a beautiful city. #rememberwh

In and out, but what a beautiful city. #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

Yalla Habibi! #urbanforestrabat #rememberwhoyouwa

Yalla Habibi!

#urbanforestrabat #rememberwhoyouwantedtobe

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