I’ve said “goodbye” a thousand times……

and hello a thousand and one

my real home is the road…..the arrival of a new world at every turn

I have hang my hat 🎩 in many places and many of those hats are still there…. But I’m not….

the road is my “lover” she won’t take no for an answer…. She waits for impatiently and whispers that the the wind sends me a kiss …..

the mastery of a good life is to dwell on the insignificant things and to ignore the significant things and let them work themselves out without the fear and worry and misunderstanding you would slather upon them….

I know you are there my “ Siren of Asphalt and Gravel” …. you tolerate me because you know you own my heart…… I just check it out of the “library of my soul”….. and never return it when due …. But you keep a running tab on my fines and we work that out and the fines decrease every time I put the key in “Moby” and the wheels kiss you again.

I can survive……as long as I can drive

my mistress waits

🦍oboe the hobo