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Read between the lines

People ask how autobiographical is Thirdway. It started off as musings of a future me in a parallel universe as a retired scientist running a lodge on the AT. Quickly though, Mitch was not me and Becca was not my wife--especially after they changed names and I found the real story. I certainly drew on stories I've heard and experiences I've had and some people I've known. But, between the lines, there are no hidden messages, no shots at or praise of anyone I know, or caricat