“I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can’t see from the center.’’ — Kurt Vonnegut When I was born 70 years ago, I slept in a drawer in my grandmother’s kitchen. I’ve lived on the edge ever since. Sixteen years ago in Australia, where The Denver Post had sent me to cover the Summer Olympics, I chose to travel by planes, car and foot almost a thousand miles to the Outback and the setting for the “Mad Max’’ movies. Related Articles Holding a loaf of bread, I stood atop a red-clay hill on the edge of nowhere. Surrounded by 200 wild, hungry kangaroos. My cellphone rang. “What are you doing, Drow?’’ my friend Tim Schmidt said from far away in Denver. “I’m sort of up to my (posterior) in kangaroos.” “No, really, are you at the track finals?” “Really.