Part 7 Tonight, I wake up with a start. We are in an antiseptic Motel 6 outside Barkeyville. I remember vaguely the movie I fell asleep to: Adam Sandler and Kevin James are pretending to be gay so that they can sidestep civic red tape that prevents the James …
We leave Boston’s Logan determined to be self-directed, free. I’ll be damned if I am going to sit there for up to four days, we were told by surprisingly kind customer service representative at the other end of the airline’s “Need Help?” red phone. Cheryl had done all the talking …
Part 4 Down out of the Berkshires, winding on 84 still desperately seeking I-80, down towards the Hudson River which I announce so that the man-boy will see the important geographical features of our trip. “Cool” he says in response. “Cool.” Someday, I think. He will remember all …
Part 5 Robert Bly The man-boy not only knows all the lyrics of classic Rock and Roll songs, but the names of the musicians, the dates of most songs and the cultural milieu. It’s a walk through American history. How that is possible, I don’t know. This musical terrain is …
Back through the convenience store, I enter the Restaurant. The place is a abuzz with locals sitting at the counter, at tables and at perimeter booths one of which, apparently, is ours, dwarfing Cheryl who is sitting with a plastic menu the size of a motorcycle windshield. This is definitely …
Tonight, I am feeling the same way I did shortly after Josiah came to live with us full-time four years ago. Josiah in need. Like the boy Denver with the match box car. And I was not patient. I was not loving. There was unfinished business. It was four years …
Part 16: This is what I’m thinking about as we speed by Lincoln, Nebraska with its sort-of classical looking capitol building with domed tower, and its PhDs leaning into classroom corners with growing cobwebs and head towards Kearney. And I have faint stirrings of regret for this first marriage to …
PART 15 As we re-enter I-80 in Omaha the detritus of American culture piles up fast and furious. “Donate your pop cans to the new Library” “Unwanted Pregnancy?” (On a black and white billboard, a close-up of a youngish woman looking into the camera with a slightly quizzical look.) …
