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  1. B.
    B. July 18, 2015 at 1:23 pm | | Reply

    Very thought provoking piece. Kevin seems to have figured out how to deal with being alone and fending for himself. Not many people would know how to set up tent in a remote place and live off the land. His tent, cozy, warm, tidy and completely his own (world) seems to give him security and a sense of pride “that he’s doing it”, life, that is. His trips to the coffee shop in Rutland offer some companionship among folks there who know him; maybe that’s all he needs but I sense a certain wistfulness and wonder if he wouldn’t like more people interaction. I wish him well and thank you , Erica, for bringing us this story, a reminder of what I might do, even in little ways in my daily life to recognize people I encounter whose lives are difficult. Learning the names of people who bag my groceries at the supermarket, being one…

  2. anne
    anne July 21, 2015 at 2:52 pm | | Reply

    Thank you, Kevin, for talking so freely about your love of life in the woods and of your need to have solitude but also to have (limited) contact with people. I was especially moved by your description of being cozy in your tent. The term “Mother Nature” springs to mind. We are all her children but you seem to take great comfort in her immediate presence.

    Thank you, Erica, for making it possible for me to hear this remarkable man’s story.

  3. TLK
    TLK October 30, 2015 at 11:02 pm | | Reply

    I was moved by Kevin’s affection for his tent and tidy campsite and his joyful pride in self-sufficiency. I am reminded of one of my favorite quotations from the book “Monkey: Journey to the West” by the 16th-century Chinese novelist and poet Wu Cheng’en. It captures the beauty and poignance of life on the road or in the woods under the moon and stars. The last line in particular reminded me of Kevin’s expectation that he would be homeless again. Best wishes to Kevin and thanks for telling his story.

    They travelled on for many days and autumn had already come when late one evening Tripitaka reined in his horse and said, “Disciple, where are we going to halt to-night?” “Master,” said Monkey, “that is a question for ordinary men to ask, not for such pilgrims as we.” “Wherein lies the difference?” asked Tripitaka. “Ordinary people at this hour,” said Monkey, “are hugging their children or cuddling their wives in soft beds under warm coverlets, lying snug and comfortable as you please. But how can we pilgrims expect any such thing? By moonlight or starlight on we must go, supping on the air and braving the wet, so long as the road lasts.”

  4. Kenny C.
    Kenny C. June 2, 2016 at 4:25 pm | | Reply

    this piece was great. Just a shame that perfectly “normal” individuals like Kevin get cast to the fringes of our society just because of their shelter situation. Kevin’s experience reminded me that a life with minimal possessions has just as much quality as the life of a conformist. I think some of us (myself included) long for this kind of existence rather than one filled with capitalist toil.

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