Walter Rinder is the personification of the troubadour within us all. He lives out our fantasies through his travels, his experiences, and those he meets along the way; we share the feelings through his writing.
Read on the road to Missoula when we thought I was being induced (the first time). Logging now bc I’m tearing it up to write Jack a grocery list on the page that says “but when speech is silent, does a man project the great depth of his sensitivity”
Hippie and funny and saccharine, two stars bc I hung the page with a deer illustration and the words “freely and without reservation” in our bedroom and I really like that page