In the early 60s, I made the trip from South Jersey to Maine in a broken down lemon of a used VW with no heat and with blankets spread across my lap, nothing on the radio but static, and not sure I had enough money for gas and tolls ,no AAA, and no phone numbers to call in an emergency. Nobody knew I was coming and no one knew that I left.
Things are apparently still tough:
A friend called me in tears tonight. Among her other problems, her son is driving home alone from College( one of those specially designed colleges for kids who don't want to go to college) in PA. She and the grandparents are worried and call him every few minutes on his cell phone ( while he's driving of course). He has a GPS they are hooked into with their computers to follow him every step of the way. He has a CB going , has a dvd player and his ipod, snacks and a pocketful of money and has his own car. He has made the trip at least 4 times before. For three hours of a" life sucks testimony", including "nobody appreciates what I do for them- my son as well", I heard "hold on, it's him" every five minutes. I heard his side of the conversation then got a recap again from his Mom again.
Now I ask myself, When does this tough life ever get better? Such a hard life. Suffer suffer suffer, and then you die.
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7 comments:
Kerouak would be disgusted. Kinda hard to build character if you've got mission control guiding you the whole way.
All I require is knowing you got there. I'll take a phone call, text, IM or even seeing you are online. I try really hard not to get crazy - sometimes I manage it.
It might be easier if they just had him implanted with a microchip.
I've considered a bar code on the forehead.
Give me a freaking break. At the age of nineteen I left Denver after the snow had thawed sufficiently for me to get the hell out of there. I packed up my Capri (remember Capri's?) with my two parakeets in a cage, my rocking chair, my pressure cooker, my books and my clothes. I proceeded to drive all the way to Tallahassee, Florida.
I still have the rocking chair.
Jesus.
FPLLove the bar code idea...he could get swiped at every toll booth and Macdonald's.
Mark: if I could get this kid to read Suess in accel class, I would have been grateful.
Ms Moon: I remember those migration days, picking and choosing what I could get in the car and abandoning the rest. All I have left of those days are a couple of journals which when I read them, are meaningless drivel.
Bob...I would like to put that microchip in with a sledgehammer.
Heh. In 1985 I drove a 12 year old Chevy van from New Orleans to Camden, Maine with no air conditioning, no radio, no cell phone and not much money. It was a great trip and I still tell stories about the things that happened along the way. Some kids today are pitiful.
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