>From David Locklear Hit delete button now
I am on my way home, with 300 more miles to drive. The word "home" is not the correct word, but it will have to do. I learned little in this journey except that a swimming hole called LONG POOL is somewhere I need to go every summer. People seemed to be weird everywhere I went. There are way too many opportunities to get a traffic citation. We need a special Federal Pass that allows people to travel and not get a traffic citation. I would buy that. What a waste of taxpayer resources are TTW's ( traffic ticket writers ). There are way too many 18-wheelers on the road. I tried to meet up with distant cousins that I had not seen in years, or that I had never met. That was futile, and ended up being a waste of time. I can sleep in peace knowing I gave it 100% effort. In the past 2 weeks, I wasted probably 20 man-hours on Craigslist trying to find paying riders. That too, was a total waste of time. I doubt I would have found a sane honest person. While I joke about my own insanity, or poke fun at myself, at least I am upfront about it. People on Craigslist looking for a ride can not be trusted. I put my Sequoia in the shop last week and spent $ 1,600 on repairs. But they did something to cause "parasitic battery drain." This ended up being a setback causing me numerous problems. One Arkansas Hillbilly Evangelist ( AHE ) took advantage of my misfortune and used it to bless my journey. Floating downstream on all that cool flowing limestone-filtered water under a shady pine tree while drinking your favorite cold beverage can severely warp one's brain. I became home-sick, but not for where I live, but for a place that doesn't exist. In fact, while laying I discovered a new theory that vegetation such as flora ( trees and flowers ) actually has a soul and that their soul has the unique power to exist in 2 dimensions of time and space at the exact same moment in sort of a sinusoidal oscillating illusion. Other creatures can't do that. [ Disclaimer: I was downwind of some farmers burning trashpile. ] It is really hard to go on a road-trip alone in the heat of the summer. A driver needs an assistant to help watch the road for hazards, exists, to operate the phone and the radio and plan for food and gas stops. I was thinking I need a robot to do such things, like Buck Rogers had. I mean it is 2018. Right ? One odd thing happened to me: I had the swimming hole all to myself. I have been indoors for 3 years, and so my skin is bleach white. I have also gained an enormous amount of wait recently. When locals arrived at the swimming hole, they thought that I was a dead rotting corpse that had washed ashore and so the were asking me, "Hey Mister, are you alive ?" David
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