6
Jun
Bob Dylan
Dear Bob Dylan:
Who are you and why do I even care?
On a day in and day out basis; I really don’t.
Dig deep and…I still don’t care.
Dig deeper yet; way down.
Do I really not care?
Nope, I really don’t.
I love that you were a part of my life.
Was my love bequeathed to you because of the words you chose to speak, or the voice that you used to speak them with?
Maybe that is all I ever had of you; your words, your songs.
It all gets lost in the illusion of life.
6
Jun
Key West in the 80′s
Ag class-High School-1977 and 1978
Mr Scott was my teacher. We had it two periods a day in the greenhouse next to the school. I was the only girl. Boy did I get lots of attention. Not flirty attention. They would not dare. At first it was “Are you kidding me” attention then it turned to “it’s kind of interesting to have the opposite sex really get into growing plants and hanging out with us” type attention. We were buddies and shared a common bond. I loved the way Mr Scott respected all of us. He was a kind man that seemed to care.
I use to tell everyone I was going to travel the country while living in a van. everyone just kind of laughed.
Once I finished two years of college in a technical school for agriculture, I did just that.
I met a guy who fixed up his van into a traveling home, shag carpet and all.
sailing Key West
We would go to Key West every winter and work then travel back up north for the summer.
I loved it.
More on this in future post.
