Something is amiss

[justwalt]

Rode a bus from Hollywood to the village. A one-way ticket across the great U S of A.
Two thousand eight hundred and one miles, and I don't remember one minute of it...

A three year old boy and his beatnik mom, seeking to fulfill a dream that L.A. couldn't
render. Or maybe, it was just to get as far away as possible from a two-timing ol' man.
What could it matter to a starving artist's endeavor... the Ozark born mother knew that
her ambitions would create a life worth living, wherever we'd happen to settle down.

Manhattan 1963. The Five Spot Cafe, Thelonious Monk, and all those too soon to be recognized artists. All the gigs, the parties, the funny cigarettes, the upstairs... and...
It wasn't meant to last. It was all fun and games, but the toddler needed some roots. The big city life had to come to an end, for his sake. All that jazz, traded in for a quite tune in a sleepy little town up state... it was just an hour away though. Close enough for a few midnight encounters.

Fourteen years later, I hitched back to L.A. It took me nine months to get there, but I only stayed for one day. Seems I never really knew my own hometown. I was an east coast kid now. Besides, L.A. didn't have what I was looking for anyway. Thought I'd look around for the dad, but then I thought better. He could've easily enough found me, had he really wanted a son.

But I don't feel the difference... so, no harm done.

When I bought my first computer, I tried looking for him one last time. But his trail had
long grown cold by then. A mystery has been set in his place though. As I started my
online search, the department of social security informed me that he had died in 1960.
Well, I was born in 1960, and he was still alive and kicking in 1963.

Something is amiss.

[creativesoul]

like that- great - love adventure and mystery

[justwalt]

like that- great - love adventure and mystery

ain't no thang but a chicken wing... life is good.

[dadio]

Oh yes, good capture and revelation.

[mnaz]

very strange.

"you can't go home again" is the literary reference that comes to mind. (though you can make a new home) . . .

a nine month hitchhiking adventure is a good thing to get out of the deal . . .

[zero_hero]

a stranger in a strange land a weird time for me, do you remember her reading that



it is never to late to honor a father
That is what kills me about Old Testament Religion
rooted in the matriarchal blood line, which blows my mind cause nobody knows for certain where the Hebrews found their women.

sounds like you are a fortunate son
that was an easy twenty eight hundred miles for me, I enjoyed the ride
thank you for writing.

[justwalt]

Dadio... a revelation indeed...

mnaz... I was 17 when I split town on that first adventure, the first of four such trips
around this country, all adding up to more than 70,000 miles.

After many years of debriefing myself, I saw that I was searching for something... a dad,
or maybe god, or just myself. And in that 3 years of wandering all over this creation...
38 states by then, I ended up about 40 miles away from where I started.

Did I find myself? Maybe partially, but I really don't want to.

Z-hero... the memories, (most of them), are still fresh, and that was 1977-81.

I did adapt well, it was prime to the mission. As for understanding the human culture...
it was certainly easier then than it is now.

I'm ready to leave now.

thaknx... earth persons

[zero_hero]

two million miles
I was on the road
the road was a refuge
the sweet anonymity and solitude
of just passing through for thirty years
I never wound up anywhere
I just ran out of road

I too am ready to go
but I ask myself
what's my hurry
as meaning leaks from molecules
and entropy grows

I am an old fucking fool but I had my time in the sun.
I am a grateful son
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nQhI-UgGMiE