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2018 Hero's Journey Redux · Eastbourne, England Beachy Head: Summit All Up Nice The hero returns to the United Kingdom, leaves London's theatre behind and climbs to the edge of England—where ancient chalk, hard wind and the English Channel reduce a complicated life to one clean horizon. Return chapter South Downs Sea years January 2018 See Full Image Show Story Previously in the journey London gave me the language. Beachy Head removed the words. The city had been a stage: entrances, museums, music halls, Shakespeare and crowds. Eastbourne offered the opposite production—grass, chalk, weather and open water. The Hero's Journey had returned to the United Kingdom, but not to the same country I first entered at twenty. I had crossed oceans since then. I had learned to read harbors, gangways, weather and departure boards. Now the road climbed out of Eastbourne toward a summit where England seemed to stop abruptly a...

London / Thames / Ireland / Norway / A Decade of the UK Worth Seaing They call it Planet Earth, but it is mostly covered in blue ocean. The United Kingdom is an island nation. I came by sea, by chance. I stay on land, by choice. Opening Signal A Decade of the U.K., Once Around Without Leaving the Ground They call it Planet Earth but it is mostly covered in blue ocean. The United Kingdom is an island nation. I came by sea, by chance. I stay on land, by choice. Worth Seaing. London Image Archive Tower Bridge, the Thames, the Globe, and the Underground Tower Bridge - Can't Be ThameD The River Thames - 215 miles, the longest river entirely in England Where there is a Will, there is a play - Shakespeare Gl...

All In: A Hero's Journey at Sea and at the Table A parallel life as sailor and gambler ALL IN A Hero's Journey Around the World Two lives ran beside each other for twenty years: one measured in nautical miles, the other in blinds, buy-ins and nerve. The ship kept changing the horizon. The table kept revealing the player. Chum the waters with your presence. The braided story The sailor crossed oceans. The gambler crossed himself. I lived like the old warning made flesh: part drunken sailor, part roaming card sharp, always ready to buy the ticket, take the seat and see what the next hand revealed. I played high-stakes and private games in Macau at the Grand Lisboa and Wynn, Marbella, Curaçao, St. Maarten, Melbourne's Crown Casino, Gibraltar, Sweden, Amsterdam, Las Vegas, the Hard Rock in Hollywood near Fort Lauderdale, and aboard ships at sea...

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