It was a journey, a nine month piling up pf experiences that I’d never had before, or will again. I arrived back in the Pine Tree State after a grueling two-day drive.
While heading Northbound, I forgot about a simple thing: Pollen. By the time I hit South Carolina, the difference in variety (mixed with a lack of sleep) caused my left eye to crust over, and the right one to be blurry at best.
Now, picture doing that same drive in stages, with the culminating event of going through New York City somewhere around midnight, and hitting that vast hill that is the entrance to the George Washington Bridge. Traffic is doing roughly 75 in front of you in a condensed space at night, and you can’t see worth a shit.
I think that bit took about three years off my life,
Now, I find myself in the odd position of having a job waiting for me in Jacksonville in a couple of weeks, and a few other opportunities popping like teenage nipples at an unexpected an inappropriate moment.
Last night the Portland PD woke me up in my car. I was cool, and so were they. When you’re not an asshole screaming obscenities, talk calmly and in measured tones, they tend to be that way.
I dropped “A” off in Jacksonville. She had been waiting for me a month, and the plan was for her to return with me and get some help with a bad situation. About two hours into the four hour drive from Bradenton to Jacksonville, she told me she wouldn’t be coming along on the rest of the trip,
I see a slow skidding decent into a horrible situation…and can’t do a damned thing to stop it.
This is not the end of the journey. I used the title at the top of this post for a reason that Tolkien fans will appreciate. The journey never begins or ends with that first step outside your door. There are hundreds of little stories that dribble and drab out over time.
I stopped at the “Flying J” truckstop in Ruther Glen, VA on the way back. Headed down, I was stuck there for a few days. One of the employees there remembered seeing me, and now knows that in one case, the story ended well.
Not all stories do, but this one did. There are minor twists and bends along the way, but I can only think of one way to start the long chain of posts.
“Let me tell you a story…”