Fred First
FRED FIRST: Rehoming Week Three
It is a mile around the central campusThree weeks and still standing. Actually more often walking.Pictured here is the wing (called MapleWood) that we live in, taken from the...
FRED FIRST: A Fish On A Bicycle
Past The Two Week Mark and Still Pedaling
We were here in our very small apartment...
FRED FIRST: Under The Same Sky
The more I walk in Missouri air under Missouri clouds the more I know I...
FRED FIRST: Not In Lake Wobegon Any More . . .
My first two paragraphs here originally was a snarky rant. It has been taken down...
FRED FIRST: No Place Home
The good news is that COLUMBIA has been easy to navigate, and our son’s house...
FRED FIRST: Mosey Goes Home And More . . .
Curating end-of-summer threads from the InterWebsSorry to sucker you in, those few who read about and were concerned along with us, that Mosey the...
FRED FIRST: To Find A Place Like Home
Those places where our spirit is in harmony with the landscape call to us. Some of us feel at home where we are born;...
Substack on The Other Side: Where the Sidewalk Begins
It is early morning. With no one here but me, I am not alone. I know you are out there, but I would really...
FRED FIRST: On Finding and Leaving Home
And so at this tipping point in life, I return to visit early thoughts about WHERE we call home. My place was not where...
FRED FIRST: So Many Options: So Little Time
Getting there, navigating in physical space through the plexus of near-future possibilities is the easy part. The Robot Voice Lady will guide us reliably...
FRED FIRST: Moving Pictures And The High Cost of Letting Them Go
Tossing family photos is perhaps the most exhausting single task of this entire move, which is why I have put it off until near...