In the beginning, there was Greensaw, my construction company. 1205 S. 8th Street, my rowhome I renovated and sold for a tugboat in Alaska. A blue Toyota 4Runner bought off Ebay for 1500 bucks that spirited me, at times at the speed of 35 mph as we climbed the Rockies, across the country. Around this time, in fall of 2011, I started this blog.
The other day I took a moment to reconnect with the posts, from the beginning. It goes without saying that the project ended up in tears – not so much in happiness or sadness, but at the sheer capriciousness of fate, how nothing and everything could have been predicted.
In other words, if I had come across you at a truck stop outside of Des Moines and we sat in a booth drinking coffee and you slid across to me a black and white photo of a curly-haired girl with no front teeth and you said that she, one day, will be your child, and you would be the one to snip the line connecting her to her mother. There she is, standing in a flower dress in front of a post and rail fence that you built with your wife in Sitka, Alaska, harvesting the yellow cedar from the surrounding rainfo