"A good deal of my life has been anticipating the next move. When I was 12 years old, in late afternoon after I had finished my chores, I would walk my dog, Happy, a small fox terrier, below our Mosier home and sit on the rocks above the railroad tracks. U.S. Highway 30 was above me, the Union Pacific rail line and Columbia River below me. Everyone was going somewhere, whether by truck, car, train or boat. And here I sat." This begins the memoirs of an ordinary person who lived an extraordinary life, ranging from Los Angeles, California throughout Oregon and Washington during the nomadic...