Sometimes, I get a litle confused just trying to imagine all the people who have lived in this great land, where they came from, all their stories, Indiana, the Ozarks, their painted amblulances in their back yards, their trips to Hawaii & surfing the left break at Sunset Beach when the winter swell is hitting the North Shore. Similarly the lovely hills of the Cumberland area of western Maryland.  Have you ever been there on your way to or from the battlefield at Gettysburg? I have, and I can assure you that it is a place of astounding beauty and mystery.

Those naughty hula eyes have stolen my heart away, but I persevere. I cannot fathom love not to mention lust or the craving for orgasm. Sometimes I drive great distances an an automobile. Then I think of all the people in the graveyards I pass and I wonder if they were nice people, or mean people, or boring, and what secrets did they take with them to their graves? And if we dug up the graves would the secrets still be in them?

New Jersey is a well-documented state, Sopranos, but nevertheless many old tales from there.  One sad story I read in the New Yorker about a young soldier, Jewish, construction worker, from Brigantine near Atlantic City, who was killed in Iraq in the early days of this most recent war. When I was a child I lived in New Jersey and no my house is no longer there. I have some photos of it, however. I would write about it if I had the time and maybe I will find the time, if the little people will let me.  When the litle people come out of the glove box and tie me down I, while understanding their legitmate grievances, do get peeved. How can I write when my hands are nailed to the floor?

Then the European peoples came to Hawaii and troubles began. Some of the wonder remains but much is gone. What is fair? What is just? Should the Europeans have just pretended it was not there? What about the attack at Pearl Harbor? What about the Battle of Midway? Have you read about that? Gee, but I don't know! So many things! A Cuban maid is my lover in some of my imaginings; we are in Texas, in Alabama, in a stately home in Connecticut where we grow tobacco.

Well that is enough today! Have you ever driven across these States? If so, what did you think about as youw were driving your automobile?