I finally got a laptop. Now I can communicate with my new friends as well as my old friends. My window is an hour or so that I sit in Starbucks because the balky wifi in this old motel room I call home just doesn’t work all the time, although it seems to be working right now.
I was laying in bed trying to sleep but too many thoughts were racing around in my empty head so here I am. A couple of days ago I wrote a rather revealing piece about my marriage. An old friend whom I have not seen in about 45 years, Bill Simpich, wrote something to the effect that it was rather bold to be so open and that good things were going to happen. Well, good things already have happened. And as far as being open…..I have often said that I don’t know what the truth is, but I know if one is not honest one will never find it.
This journey, which I was forced into, started out as an escape. An escape from a broken marriage, from the cold winter winds of New England and became some sort of a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World race to find the truth. I had to slow down and discover my own advice….honestly would lead me there. I found my laugh today, I talked to everyone I passed on the street, I had a long discussion about this poor presidential field with a biker at my motel. And folks, if you want to find out who Trump appeals to get out of the great eastern suburban areas and you will see.
Take some advice from an aging hipster-doofus…it is not the embarrassing things I have said and done that I am the most ashamed of. It is the things that I should have said and should have done when I should have said and done them that shame me the the most…….never again.