Overthe years, it hadn't really mattered much. But now, as I was aging, I was
beginningtowonder why we were still on the road. Gathering moss couldn't be
that bad,right?Lots ofpeople seemto behappy doing it. Were we missing the
Author: Don Feeney
Category: Biography & Autobiography
Don Feeney has seen it all. As a diplomat working for the United States, he served in embassies and consulates around the world. As an air force officer, he had some daring exploits of varying levels of sanity and sophistication. He’s lived, worked, and played in more than fifty countries on five continents. In his memoir Gathering No Moss, Feeney recalls his three-decade trip down the wild, weird, and surprising journeys of his life. A somewhat reluctant traveler, he conveys the heavy burden of loneliness on the road while driven by the search for meaning, spirituality, and love. His life has been one of thought-provoking questions, highly charged emotional situations, and brushes with both greatness and tragedy. He’s been an airman, an officer, an instructor, a commander, an administrator, a trainer, a consular officer, a manager, and a diplomat. He’s sold paintings on a street corner, washed dishes, worked in a paper mill, flipped hamburgers, painted houses, and tended bar. He smoked pot, drank too much, and fell in (and out) of love (including four marriages). He went AWOL, was shot at three times, survived a brain aneurysm, and beat colon cancer. His mantra—“The more you know, the more you don’t know sh*t” or TMYKTMYDKS—reminds us all that the human mind will never let you understand the human mind.