{"id":7578,"date":"2014-11-24T09:00:38","date_gmt":"2014-11-24T14:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gadflyonline.com\/home\/?p=7578"},"modified":"2014-12-01T23:59:16","modified_gmt":"2014-12-02T04:59:16","slug":"rich-writes-home","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/gadflyonline.com\/home\/index.php\/rich-writes-home\/","title":{"rendered":"Rich Writes Home"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Hilly<\/a><\/p>\n

Dear Catherine,<\/p>\n

It\u2019s spooky. Getting in the car in the dark before sunrise to drive to the riverside to sit. Right here. Spooky cause well, being the end of July so far down south, and after yesterday being hot as hell, then last night so windy and pouring down rain, and now the sunrise is hidden behind dark clouds with fog and\u00a0the\u00a0air too thick. I can\u2019t help but break a sweat.<\/p>\n

Yet, it\u2019s cool.<\/p>\n

July, July, July. I can\u2019t say enough good about it. Mainly, as\u00a0I\u2019ve learned, it\u2019s my strongest month- in mind, body and spirit. Which means my only plan is to ENJOY it. \u00a0Now. And it\u2019s out here, I\u2019ve learned, I wear it well.<\/p>\n

(Cue Rod Stewart?)<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve said it before and I\u2019ll say it again: being redundant is easy when there\u2019s nothing new under the sun.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve sat at more riversides than this, on more\u00a0mornings, for now going on years. I do tell tales about it, as it\u2019s been mostly alone. And does a tree fall in the woods if no one can hear it? Is art not shared considered art? Sure I\u2019ve had \u201cguests\u201d along the way so to speak, even on LSD (long slow distance) trips, for example, backpacking on the Pacific Crest Trail, or that weird and wonderful Everglades trip where it was right to have a guide. Or when I was determined to see as much Colorado River front as I could which didn\u2019t prove easy, and wound up going on too long. Though that was pretty recent, I do feel much older.<\/p>\n

And alone.<\/p>\n

Or driving around the Salton Sea and following the dry New River to Slab City and chatting up with those particular locals, and taking all THAT in and laughing lots, then moving on.<\/p>\n

Alone.<\/p>\n

Or being in the most glorious woods in way northern Pennsylvania next to the intoxicating Loyalsock Creek, in a cabin I\u2019m always drawn back to, and experiencing such a loss there that for a long time I wouldn\u2019t go back. And haven\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Now it\u2019s what I dream about.<\/p>\n

Or the Buffalo River and meeting up with some Ozarks after sliding into a backwoods country store, Prius filthy, shirtless with skin blistering from the sun and me only able to smile at being of entertainment value to SOMEONE. And getting smiles back too after being pointed to the restroom and taking what we don\u2019t disparagingly call a Puerto Rican shower, much needed. And opening the door to curious looks before getting in the Prius and getting the hell out of there.<\/p>\n

Alone.<\/p>\n

And exhilarated. Or sleeping two nights on the desert floor when driving up to Lone Pine and running out of gas on the way to that 14,000 foot peak by the lonely town so aptly named, getting lucky waking up to a flatbed of guinea fowl driving by, cackling in cages, with a nice driver who spoke no English but with plenty of gas, and then hiking up that goddamned mountain (albeit from 5000 feet), underestimating the time and having to get back down in the dark. And not finding the Owens River anyway. I\u2019m lucky I got out of there intact.<\/p>\n

Not good.<\/p>\n

And alone.<\/p>\n

Or walking through Amarillo after good time spent on the Canadian River, me on the side of a freeway with traffic stopped still and trash strewn everywhere and people driving on the median like if they didn\u2019t get where they needed to be right now they\u2019d spontaneously combust. I can\u2019t help but wonder why people don\u2019t consider that it may not all have to be this way.<\/p>\n

Alone.<\/p>\n

Or me giving up on everything, faced with an LSD overdose, and happening upon Vegas with a wad of cash to gamble away in glee before skipping out on such fashionable digs to run back to red rocks, with fucking relieved to finally get back to desolation and to walking and swimming and lying on the floor under the stars again. This, after walking on Fremont Street by open-air slot parlors with coins clinking and hustlers hustling and hearing on the overhead radio how more kids were\u00a0shot and people are walking around sick who can\u2019t afford to be sick and can\u2019t find \u201cjobs\u201d but can look for \u201cwork,\u201d and how those people do things to ease their mind, which I just won\u2019t do. All this while Wall Street runs full steam ahead and the new American aristocracy feather their own nests without blinking, while the media teach\u00a0the poor to hate the poor and teach the wannabes that they still too can still be, meanwhile sucking as much out of anyone as they can in the meantime. And with a smirk. Like they can take it with them, right?<\/p>\n

They won\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Or alone in San Francisco where I\u2019ll admit it\u2019s the only place I\u2019ve ever been where I just couldn\u2019t mesh with the people. But I did get in a night of tenderloin-ing and release which hey, I\u2019m admitting it, okay? We\u2019ll talk about it later.<\/p>\n

So yeh, I just got out of the water. It was cold. There\u2019s no one here but me and the fog\u2019s burnt off and it\u2019s getting July hot. Catherine, I think I oughta be back to Fairview by winter. Fairview. What an armpit. I know\u00a0you\u2019ll be there till hell or high water doing the same things you were doing when I left, just like\u00a0everyone else does there, right? Well, I can\u2019t\u00a0live in that box! I know you\u2019ll ask where I\u2019ve been and what I\u2019ve done and hopefully not just half-listen. I do hope you do read this before you ask though cause well, here it is. \u00a0There\u2019s not much more to it. I\u2019ve\u00a0had a realization Catherine. The only way to make sense of it is to say that\u00a0I\u2019m out here needing to walk you off.<\/p>\n

Alone.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve driven dangerously fast to glorious sunrises in many locales. I\u2019ve sat with deer on hillsides, contemplating things, all while alone. What\u2019s not\u00a0to contemplate? I\u2019ve walked more miles and driven more roads\u00a0and you can\u2019t make me keep it to myself.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m glad to share it with you.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Love,
\nRich<\/p>\n

PS: Yes, I\u2019ll return the car.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dear Catherine,<\/p>\n

It\u2019s spooky. Getting in the car in the dark before sunrise to drive to the riverside to sit. Right here. Spooky cause well, being the end of July so far down south, and after yesterday being hot as hell, then last night so windy and pouring down rain, and now the sunrise is hidden behind dark clouds with fog and the air too thick. I can\u2019t help but break a sweat.<\/p>\n

Yet, it\u2019s cool.<\/p>\n

July, July, July. I can\u2019t say enough good about it. Mainly, as I\u2019ve learned, it\u2019s my strongest month- in mind, body and spirit. Which means my only plan is to ENJOY it. Now. And it\u2019s out here, I\u2019ve learned, I wear it well.<\/p>\n

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