A man’s man here. Dependent on his own hard work and resources, he sings his own tune. ‘It’s not that I don’t like people, I do, I just don’t like swarms of em.’ Who could argue?
Along these lines, he has something in common with the Baptist, and the Lord, who after a day of human interchange, went at night to ‘the mount of Olives.’ The serenity and quiet of ‘nothing’ is a jewel so few know. I am glad for this man and his testimony to himself.
Notice how he remembers his wife.
“Meet Jack English, a 93-year-old legend who lives in a cabin isolated deep in the Ventana Wilderness, located in the Santa Lucia Mountains along the Central Coast of California. While on a hunting trip he learned that an old homestead in the Ventana Wilderness was being put up for auction by the estate of a childless heiress. He put a bid on the property and won. On the land he built a small cabin using materials from the land and milling trees by hand. When his wife passed away, Jack effectively left “society” and moved to the cabin full time.”
More on Jack English @ The Santa Barbara Independent: Jack
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