October 14, 2012
I feel like I’m in hiding.
I didn’t post last week. Not because I was running from the law, and
not because I was in fear for my life. I
was somewhere along the Mississippi river, and it was cold. I’ve been walking a lot more since it’s way
too cold to fly very high around populated areas. And I’ve still had a ton of time to practice
flying. Unfortunately, to practice it I’m
finding I have to stay more and more not just under the radar, but completely
out of the radar’s scope. I hadn’t seen
someone for three days before I almost smacked my face on this truck stop. Hadn’t looked where I was going, and I hadn’t
seen a wifi station this far west for about ten days.
People don’t realize how
unpopulated America really is. We think
of the crowds of New York, Chicago, L.A. and D.C., and we think this entire
country is just fit to burst apart at the seams. But there are whole seas of grass and forest
that are populated only by an asphalt road and the wildlife that haven’t seen a
man in years. I can hide, I can be away
from anyone, simply because America is freaking huge.
I’ve never been here
before. I might have to buy a compass
or something…what am I talking about? I’m
either turning and going south for the winter or using the rest of my cash to hunker
down in some cabin or other. I still
have no clue. Do I want to experience
homelessness in frost or fire?
The truckers have been
here. Simple, uncomplicated view on
life. “In front’s where I’m going,
behind’s where I’ve been, and the beer is in the back.” I’m not giving a pastoral view of truckers,
they also have some pretty ignorant views of…well, everything. But I think when you look at a person, you’ve
got to acknowledge what they are, not despair at what they’re not.
This is way too philosophical
for a truck stop. Comes from a
deprivation of a classroom I suppose. I miss
the students. I miss the teachers. Not just the actual students and teachers I was
with, but the archetypes. The students,
bright-eyed and eager; the teachers, just enjoying their jobs. I know it’s not always like that, but just
being there does inspire.
…maybe I should find a school
and lecture. I’m going to need an ID…
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