Maybe I rushed the annoucement that I would like to move to Nebraska, but only because I need to get settled in Detroit first, before I start casting my eyes elsewhere. There isn't anything untrue in wanting to get there, to learn how to farm and tip cows (... oh come on now, I keed, I keed!), and talk about how, "Wisconsin is a party state!", but I have to get settled in Detroit and get down to working on making that happen. And indeed there is Abigail, a whole lot of Texas between Lubbock and Galveston.
I supposed attibuting that phrase to a 'sadistic drill sergeant' would be an oxymoron, as if there was any OTHER kind of drill sergeant. I like it, and it works for me!
That is what AOL is for me. I plan on keeping this screen name up and journal running until I can't. I will always find enough for the fee in whatever budget I have ... cat food tastes great when fried! My first screen name was a mash up of my girls name, until I thought that was a security risk. Markonit@aol.com is kung fu mega cool to me, and no matter where YOU may go out in the virtual world, I plan on being right here ...
... where I always was!
This is NOT yr father's Oldsmobile ..!
... or your Chevrolet! Still going thru the different stages of decompression, as the Metro Area seems to be going thru its decomposition, the one thing for certain I know is that I have to get away from here. I can picture Phillp K. Dick finding inspiration for the urban bleakness of 'Blade Runner' sitting in one of the diners around town. Even the inner ring suburbs, still staunchly anti-Detroit (and subsquently anti- black), are in a decline. And that brings me to ...
LONDON (Smoke, lingers 'round your fingers)
My Mother raised each of us to 'look away' for a life, one out of Detroit. So that in our various fashions, each one of us has managed to do that, isn't surprising. If we can stay away, is the trick, which of course plays alot into my timetable. I want to make sure I getall the good bye's in as well as the well wishes, becuse this HAS to be the last time for me here.
But that isn't the attiude that I need out on front street. Folks around here, like in almost every other social sphere, are very polarized. They either defend Detroit to the end, or they secretly seethe at someone who is shaping a way out of town. In fact, that you even have somewhere else to go from here, whether it is going back to where you were from, or moving ahead, is enough to inspire jealousy.
That is what I meant by being premature in saying I want to go to Nebraska from here. I don't want that to slide easily from my mouth, particularly when it is still up in the air, with all I need to get done. Hutch has volunteered to ride me back to the provencial town Mookie lives in to get my things. I may just catch the bus, then ask him to come pick me up, spending a day or so up there to MAKE SURE that I cross all my friggin' T's and dot all of my I's. Even doing that, I don't want to let out of the bag.
Still not 'back' on here, so I am not sure how I will be replying to what other journalists' are doing. I again want to thank you for sharing YOUR stories, because life isn't all that different for each of us, and how you apply yourself to yours, has given me a guide to apply myself to mine. So I hope y'all won't mind if my comments are intermittent (thank you, 'word a day page'!) as well as my own ramblings ...