Busty Solos

I had seen this portion of
the world and I wanted to get on with seeing the rest of it;
wanderlust, I guess you call this. Where were we going? Who cared as
long as it was somewhere different from where we were at the moment.

I have never taken a train, a plane or a ship, other than the merchant
marine, to get where I wanted to go. In view of the fact I have seen
most of the world via the maritime service, this form of travel no
longer appeals to me. Now, when I go somewhere I take the only form
of transport that satisfies as far as I’m concerned and that is the
four wheeled vehicle called the automobile. Planes fly over things
and all you see are colored patterns, ships can’t go into valleys and
hidden places, trains roar past most of the good spots without
stopping and all you see is a blur of wooden poles holding up wires
and the back fences of the poorest neighborhoods in America, but the
car can be maneuvered into most any place. Well, not all places as I
often discovered.

What had started out to be just an afternoon of wandering around in
the Colorado foothills was turning out to be an experience that was
not pleasant at all. Perhaps you would understand a bit better if
I filled you in on what was going on. All of my life there has
been a burning deep inside me to seek adventure. I want to, no I
need to, find out what is over that next hill or around that next
turn in the road. If I look at a map and see all the nice freeways
and byways that are designated as “I” this and “I” that, then
boredom sets in and, yawning, I put the map away and choose some
other route. Any time I have headed out on vacation the tug of
adventure has caused me to abandon the proven route and, literally,
forced me to drive down the forbidden or undiscovered path. Oh, I
suppose there is a psychological reason for this or, perhaps, I’m
a reincarnation of some ancient explorer or, maybe, it is just born
into some people and they can’t help it. I know I can’t. I joined
the merchant marine when I was quite young, simply because I had
read somewhere these ships wandered all over the world; I wanted to
see the world. When we were in port and loading the ship, I was
like a caged tiger pacing from rail to rail and bow to stern hoping we
would get underway before I went bananas.

I left and did my show. People called in and asked me if I was feeling
alright. I guess the afternoon’s encounter must have made my voice sound like
I was on the edge of death.

Jill went back to school and found herself a husband. Tiffany and I
split up because she didn’t like the fact that my work was causing me to be out
at weird hours. All 3 of us kept in touch and got together from time to time,
just the three of us, for dinner, and some unusual deserts.