Ever Wonder How Our Adventure Began? Guess We’ve Always Been a Little Crazy!

Have you ever wondered how we met?

A one-night stand (not ours!), a beat-up old (heavy metal) car named the Sharkmobile, and the US Postal Service delivered a one-three punch we couldn’t ignore.

It might not be the most romantic story and, the odds most definitely were NOT in our favor, but… CONTINUE READING >>

Excerpt from Going Gypsy: One Couple’s Adventure from Empty Nest to No Nest at All. Reprinted with permission from Skyhorse Publishing.

David James of GypsyNester.com in his youth
The Beanpole

When a twenty-two-year-old beanpole bass player with four years on
the road under his belt, and all of the happy hedonism that goes along
with that, meets an innocent eighteen-year-old Valley Girl who sneaked
into a bar, the ensuing romance is likely to have a shelf life of exactly one
night. But somehow that didn’t happen.

Even with the eagle-eyed clarity of hindsight, we can’t pinpoint the
exact reason. It could be that we were all Shakespearean star-crossed.
Could be we were both ready for a big change in our lives and just happened
to collide. Could be we were just too dumb to know the odds; we
certainly didn’t set out to defy them.

Veronica of GypsyNester.com in her youth
The Valley Girl

We are inclined to believe a fourth choice—all of the above. The
one-night stand was going on in the next room with the roommate and
the keyboard player while we fell into friendship instead of fake, temporary
love.

But the road beckoned, and the band had to be back in Nashville,
so that was that. Just two ships passing in the night. No one would ever
know what might have been.

But that wasn’t that. Through the magic of pen, paper, envelopes,
and stamps, they kept in touch. The Beanpole wrote to his new blue-eyed
beach baby friend because something told him that couldn’t be
that. A voice was whispering in her ear too, so The Valley Girl wrote
back. Before long, an old-fashioned, long-distance romance developed,
almost entirely through the US mail. She says she fell in love through
those letters. The Beanpole was already there when he started writing.

A few months later, fate—and a good bit of specific action seeking
a band working on the West Coast—brought The Beanpole back to
California for a face-to-face reunion. With this open-ended employment
in the Golden State, young love had time to take its course.

The Sharkmobile. GypsyNester.com
The Sharkmobile – that’s a lot of metal

Our story took a less fairy tale–like turn from there. The gig fell
apart. What followed was a two thousand mile trek back to Music City in
a $200 land barge named The Sharkmobile that had no reverse and no air
conditioning, then a brief cohabitation and a “We ought to get married,” “Okay,” engagement. The next thing we knew, we were in the middle
of a folding chair–bedecked wedding in a tiny, windowless, tile-floored
church basement. Not exactly the groundwork for happily-ever-after.

* * * * *

The GypsyNesters at their wedding
The Beanpole was a bit nervous!

The odds of any marriage reaching ever-after are about fifty-fifty at best.
Add to that a teenage bride and a road musician groom, then multiply
that by being dead broke, and Veronica and I certainly seemed doomed.
Good thing no one told us.

Before long we were calling our parents from a pay phone (our
home phone had been shut off due to lack of funds) to tell them that
they were about to become grandparents. I have often wondered what
they must have been thinking.

Back when that beanpole bass player met The Valley Girl’s father,
right before they ran off together, I remember being intrigued by the
lack of any shotguns involved. But then, her dad did have an old hippie
vibe about him. Old? He was a lot younger than we are now.

Even meeting my future mother-in-law went well. My new love
wasn’t living at home, so I guess I wasn’t officially robbing the cradle,
but still I expected to get grilled. Didn’t happen; Mom took right to
me. Her stepfather didn’t say much at all.

By the time we were expecting their first grandchild, I had won
over Stepdad, and we were joking that Mom liked me better than her
own daughter.

As for us, few things can motivate reasonable human beings like the
prospect of parenthood. We went with stunning velocity from laying
around the love nest to up off our asses. Suddenly we were responsible
for a life other than our own. We began to form tangible long-term goals.

The Spawn of the GypsyNesters
So happy to meet their baby brother!

In time, two more little ones arrived, and we learned that busting
butt is what parents do. Find a way. A mother of three could start a
company in her home because she learned how to make websites before
most people had even heard of the Internet. A dad could successfully
navigate a path in an occupation that regularly leaves the crushed carcasses
of marriages and families in its wake.

Life’s twists and turns took us from Nashville to the Virgin Islands,
always in search of the best situation for our family. In general, we met
our goals but realized that they revolved around getting the kids raised
and started on their own lives. That is the short story of how, after
twenty-some-odd years, we found ourselves living on a tropical island
in the Caribbean about to become childless again, and wondering what
to do.

The Spawn of the GypsyNesters

We didn’t have a clue, but somewhere in the recesses of our brains
we must have known that the time had come to do something just for
us. I know that sounds selfish, but any parent knows that once the kids
arrive, there’s not a lot of room left for the “us” in a couple.

And our time arrived way ahead of schedule. Let’s just say that
Veronica and I prove that even the best forms of birth control are only
99 percent effective, but in hindsight we wouldn’t have had it any
other way. We had the stamina to survive three little ones back then,
and now they’re full-grown and we’re still young enough to enjoy our
new life together.

That was our answer. That was what to do. Rediscover that pre-kid
couple who, thirty years ago, didn’t have enough time together. Because
now, we had all the time in the world…

David & Veronica, GypsyNester.com

Going Gypsy: One Couple's Adventure from Empty Nest to No Nest at All Excerpt from Going Gypsy: One Couple’s Adventure from Empty Nest to No Nest at All. Reprinted with permission from Skyhorse Publishing.
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14 thoughts on “Ever Wonder How Our Adventure Began? Guess We’ve Always Been a Little Crazy!”

  1. Hi Veronica and David,
    You are the most blessed couple in this world. You do the best job ever!
    Great! I am enjoying what you write and the style you write it. I am learning to follow you more. Please help me.
    Best Regards,
    Mama Simba.

  2. Tear jerker…what a beautiful story. I loved reading about your early days and of course, reliving memories of my own parallels. Thanks very much for sharing this story of your adventurous beginning.

  3. Great taster if why I really do need to buy your book 🙂 Come visit us in NZ soon. All the Very Best for 2016. Jx

  4. Loved your dual stories! I identify with the outfits, the look on both of your faces, working to make a young family succeed. Sounds like you’re a success story, and I applaud you. I’m childless–by choice–and five years post the unexpected death of my husband on Christmas Day. In two weeks I’m moving to a new location, so I’ll be a totally empty nester. The adventure continues! Brenda

  5. Crazy enough not to know it could never work. 😉 Love (and respect) doesn’t conquer all, but it conquers a lot. Write on! We’re anxiously awaiting volume 2. Is it a prequel or a sequel?

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