Contributing to the Chaos while Living - Life - Large Writing an opinion column is nothing new to me. In years past, more years then I would like to broadcast, the Pinedale Roundup was the birthplace of, From The Hip, a column slightly void of description except for being a platform of my observations, quirks and oddities. From The Hip, covered many topics, leaving some with the nod of approval and smile, while others shook their heads in wonder and disbelief. There were re

Contributing to the Chaos while Living – Life – Large Dan Abernathy February 21, 2020 Within this thunderstorm of current governmental affairs we are in, the airwaves are seemingly overflowing in a debauchery of shameless bantering and echoing, “he said - she said.” This static white noise is becoming deafening and overpowering to my tinnitus. Out of self-preservation, I have chosen to ignore, abandon, give up and turn my back to all the pointless and absurd political rhetor

Contributing to the Chaos while Living – Life – Large by Dan Abernathy Welcome to, Contributing to the Chaos while Living – Life – Large, a venue exposing the vast collection of oddities, fascinations, desires and obsessions – a road map of sorts, tracking the life of a man that can’t and won’t fit in. Living – Life – Large is a derivative of words compiled from the often strange life and adventures of the nomadic bus dweller, Dan Abernathy. Trying to label and define myse

As I go into this diatribe about plastic bags, I will first boldly state that I am shamefully guilty. We are all coconspirators of stuffing the oceans full of plastic grocery sacks. We all use or have used them. I’m trying not to use them anymore, and carry my own bags in my car whenever I go to the store, but usually they stay in the car as my mind is so full of illogical debris, I incorporate with the garbage that is covering our world. But, with this being said, I do recyc

When we look past the source, feel the cause and try to understand the misconception, injustice or reason and focus on the actions of the people involved, all that can possibly be seen is a horrible wrong. Try as I might, I cannot fathom why is it not being seen or felt. Americans have been dumbed down so heavily by the media and corporate dictatorships that we seem to no longer see what is being done, even when what is being done is sprayed in our faces. Each morning we wake

Writers, Artist and Observers One of the greatest and most valued gifts we give ourselves with being writers, artists and observers, it being the people living under these labels, allows us the excuse, or reason to wonder wide and far as travelers. To be this type of person gives you the drive to go, to look, to see and to share. As we gaze and explore with the wide eyes of a child, this wondrous excitement boils though us and erupts with the need to share. We give freely to

When you give time to talk, visit and communicate with strangers, vagabonds, travelers and the seemingly different, they do not seem to remain strange for very long. - dbA

Though it may look like I am turning a deaf ear to the degradation of our messy world, I am not. I see and feel each thing that is going on. It is this awareness that is making me despondent, as each passing day I fumble with understanding what is befalling upon us. It is not that I cannot comprehend what is being said and done, for I do. But, do not confuse my silence for ignorance. My unobtrusive calmness in the form of a response is indeed a powerful strength in respondin

When lost, you will not be found waiting for someone to find you. There is no help. You yourself are the only person who can find the place where you truly belong. – dbA

With the weight of yesterday on your shoulders, it is hard to walk through today and step into tomorrow. – dbA