poor_old_dad
12-28-2004, 06:45 PM
Hello Boys and Girls, Friends I wish were neighbors, on-lookers, and others, Etc.,
While I have a chance, I want to send ya'll a "postcard from on the road".
Everything is going good (good,?, hell - it's great). The whole idea of "going walkabout", I very much recommend.
I did most of my early years "Stuck in Mobile, with the Memphis Blues again" The past few days I've been driving around, looking at houses I've lived in and other important places. A few things I've noticed:
1) There aren't any signs saying, "Poor_old_dad lived here ....." etc.
2) Trees and bushes that were small 15, or 20, or 35 years ago, are now large.
3) Some of my favorite ones are gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
4) Some haven't changed at all.
I've touched bases with some old (some of them very old) friends. I left the Mobile area in February 1990. Some of them are still complaining that they wish they could get away from Mobile. They've been doing that since 1974. A couple of friends are now divorced, one is married, one died. One couple worked long and hard and gained their success ($$$$$) and another couple fell into the same. Most are still about the same and a lot of them are still stuck in the rut (their term, not mine) they've been in (in some cases since the mid-1960s).
I've been staying with some friends (from the mid-1980s). They live in Baldwin county, across the bay from Mobile. They have a big, diverse farm. The biggest part of their operation is the sod farm. They love to say, "We grow grass." They were glad to find out that when I gave up cigarettes 2 years ago, I didn't quit smoking. And I am very happy about them being glad. There is a song, I think it's by Charlie Daniels, "Long Haired Country Boy". Got a line in it: "I get stoned in the morning, I get drunk in the afternoon." (Or is the other way around? - or both?) Well, anyhow - that's what we're doing. Shit, I've totally lost track of what I was saying.
Well, anyhow, I'm going to head over into Florida or over toward New Orleans next, but I'm already missing the farm.
John Denver, "Sometimes this old farm seems like a long lost friend."
I'll keep in touch.
Peace and love to all
Your friend,
poor_old_dad
While I have a chance, I want to send ya'll a "postcard from on the road".
Everything is going good (good,?, hell - it's great). The whole idea of "going walkabout", I very much recommend.
I did most of my early years "Stuck in Mobile, with the Memphis Blues again" The past few days I've been driving around, looking at houses I've lived in and other important places. A few things I've noticed:
1) There aren't any signs saying, "Poor_old_dad lived here ....." etc.
2) Trees and bushes that were small 15, or 20, or 35 years ago, are now large.
3) Some of my favorite ones are gone. They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.
4) Some haven't changed at all.
I've touched bases with some old (some of them very old) friends. I left the Mobile area in February 1990. Some of them are still complaining that they wish they could get away from Mobile. They've been doing that since 1974. A couple of friends are now divorced, one is married, one died. One couple worked long and hard and gained their success ($$$$$) and another couple fell into the same. Most are still about the same and a lot of them are still stuck in the rut (their term, not mine) they've been in (in some cases since the mid-1960s).
I've been staying with some friends (from the mid-1980s). They live in Baldwin county, across the bay from Mobile. They have a big, diverse farm. The biggest part of their operation is the sod farm. They love to say, "We grow grass." They were glad to find out that when I gave up cigarettes 2 years ago, I didn't quit smoking. And I am very happy about them being glad. There is a song, I think it's by Charlie Daniels, "Long Haired Country Boy". Got a line in it: "I get stoned in the morning, I get drunk in the afternoon." (Or is the other way around? - or both?) Well, anyhow - that's what we're doing. Shit, I've totally lost track of what I was saying.
Well, anyhow, I'm going to head over into Florida or over toward New Orleans next, but I'm already missing the farm.
John Denver, "Sometimes this old farm seems like a long lost friend."
I'll keep in touch.
Peace and love to all
Your friend,
poor_old_dad