I've never run with the bulls.
I prefer to watch
from the safety
of a balcony.
Cesar Azpilicueta
𑄦𑄦𑄦𑄦𑄦𑄦𑄦𑄦𑄥
Love You - Good Luck,
Cloudia & Pixie
*At 16, under the influence of Kerouac,
I assembled my kit, and walked to US Route 1,
where I put out my thumb
on the north bound shoulder.
My father had been the only
one awake. I can still see him standing.
Mug of coffee in his hand as I left the house.
I remember a kindly truck driver stopping.
"Does your mama know where you are?"
We talked of the Road.
I made it to the home of a friend
hundreds of miles from home that day.
And slept in a bed.
The next day,
we went into New York City.
And parted.
That's the first time
I felt the quote above.
But it was the times of
"Hippies" Vagabonds, and Crash - Pads.
One could panhandle all day (I did)
then find some place to crash
among other young adventurers.
Through my eyes of experience today,
I realize how lucky I was!
My street sense and Hyper-vigilance
surely helped me avoid some trouble.
A rucksack, and sleeping bag with
chopsticks jammed down the middle.
"Why are you eating scrambled eggs
with chopsticks?" Grandma asked,
the morning I returned home. "
They don't know that they're
not Chinese," I laughed.
We knew everything back then.
Much like lots of folks today.
Now I appreciate the wisdom
of Grandma in so many ways!
And so, I set out to live,
to know, to be.
To break the frame around me.
I wouldn't be me without memories
of that sour feeling of coming into
a strange town with no bed waiting.
What a long strange trip it's been!
