I was a traveler in my twenties. With my backpack, sleeping bag, and attaché case, traveled around America, to see it first. It and my coat held all that I needed. People picked me up, often fed me, gave me a place to sleep, sometimes just overnight, sometimes for a week or two, or more. Life was good.

It has had me traveling, once settled down, with just a carry on and a bag for my book.

It comes down to the question: "How much does one person need.?"

Michael Kupperberg
Michael Kupperberg

Written by Michael Kupperberg

San Francisco native, lived mostly in the Bay Area, spent time being a hippie, a real estate broker, residence hotel manager, living in the country, life is goo

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