The Great Florida Trip of 2012- Day Deux
After awhile, long trips begin to change and take on a life of their own. Meaning, after many many hours driving one forgets why they are there in the first place and where they are going. It happens during long stretches of highway, when the scenery is the same for hundreds of miles. It puts you into a trance like state, perhaps into a different dimension. Time passes slowly, that is, if time actually exists. Objects moving faster zoom by. You make out figures, human like figures, non descriptive beings hurling through space and time on some type of journey. Well, that's what I think. How arrogant of me to believe everyone else on the road is partaking in long journey to somewhere they want to be. Or not, who am I to assume.
The best thing I noticed today was a black cow walking down a tree lined dirt path. The path ran along the bottom of a grassy hill. On top of the hill was a brick farm house. Walking close behind the cow was a man. It was interesting because it looked like they were walking together as if by choice. Or, the man was guiding the cow to the pasture after the animal got lost. Either way it was an image I'll remember for a long long time. One day it will be pushed out by another random event, forgotten. Then, when I'm on my death bed, as I'm reviewing all the memories of my life, that image will pop back in. Then, I fart and die. It's how I want to go out.
Also, I heard this song today and it brought back a lot of great memories from my childhood, and it lets you know what era I grew up in. I really love the words and I dedicate it to my girl.
Now, I'm in Hardeeville, South Carolina. I think the guy that founded this town also founded Hardees Hamburgers. I'm not sure I'm just assuming...again. You can read all about the town here.
I don't mean to sound judgmental, but, it has to be, probably, the sketchiest place in America. There are establishments with iron bars outside their windows and a bail bonds place. And, many many colorful characters lurking about, one of which, felt comfortable enough to walk in the middle of the road. I also saw three patrol cars pass by within a five minute period. If all these characteristics don't equal sketchy, I don't know what does.
This is a snapshot of me after an eleven hour trek.
The best thing I noticed today was a black cow walking down a tree lined dirt path. The path ran along the bottom of a grassy hill. On top of the hill was a brick farm house. Walking close behind the cow was a man. It was interesting because it looked like they were walking together as if by choice. Or, the man was guiding the cow to the pasture after the animal got lost. Either way it was an image I'll remember for a long long time. One day it will be pushed out by another random event, forgotten. Then, when I'm on my death bed, as I'm reviewing all the memories of my life, that image will pop back in. Then, I fart and die. It's how I want to go out.
Also, I heard this song today and it brought back a lot of great memories from my childhood, and it lets you know what era I grew up in. I really love the words and I dedicate it to my girl.
Now, I'm in Hardeeville, South Carolina. I think the guy that founded this town also founded Hardees Hamburgers. I'm not sure I'm just assuming...again. You can read all about the town here.
I don't mean to sound judgmental, but, it has to be, probably, the sketchiest place in America. There are establishments with iron bars outside their windows and a bail bonds place. And, many many colorful characters lurking about, one of which, felt comfortable enough to walk in the middle of the road. I also saw three patrol cars pass by within a five minute period. If all these characteristics don't equal sketchy, I don't know what does.
This is a snapshot of me after an eleven hour trek.
Posted by Tony Moschetto at 1/12/2012 12:02 AM 
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
Categories: The Daily Paragraph, The Great Florida Trip of 2012
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