Road tripping

Road tripping

“Part of the trick of being happy is a refusal to allow oneself to become too nostalgic for the heady triumphs of one’s youth.”
Larry McMurtry in his book, \\Roads\\ [NY: Simon & Schuster, 2000. page 165>

I ran across that quote a couple of nights ago, judging from the page number, it’s easy to guess where I was in the book. It’s a slim little text, but the writing is top-quality. Interesting images, juxtapositions between the roads taken and what memories a road will trigger.

It’s eBay time again!

Pocketknives #1, #2, #3, #4, #5, fake pearl, #7, #8, Copperlock, and a Ten Dot.

That’s a lot of pocketknives, and it’s not really the good stuff. I’ve still got another knife roll of good hardware, I was going to wait until I finally got the hang of what I was doing to launch the last of it. Had me a mighty fine plate of bait with the Pisces Tuesday evening. And for one, shining moment, during the middle of the day, I had one of those visions that everything is okay. Nothing was out of place in my world. The weather has been very agreeable, especially for an August in Texas, where it almost feels cool out because it’s not poking over hundred. It was almost cool enough to think about having a cup of Jo’s in the afternoon, but not quite. The ice tea won out. Quick dip in a neighbor’s pool, a little stroll, no cell phone in hand, no beeper, nothing pressing. It’s the good life.

I was thinking about that quote from “Roads” because I was burning up a pile of CD’s to carry with me. For some strange reason, I’m looking forward to the high road this next time, down through Amarillo.

Playing with all those CD’s got me thinking about artwork. Why is no one laments the passing of the “album cover” as a form of artistic expression? A CD jewel case just doesn’t do justice to the colors and the display the old album covers had. Of course, I couldn’t throw a dozen 12-inch vinyl disks into the trunk of a car and have the media survive. I was ripping a 1973 album, going back to back with Prodigy, and the artwork on that one CD cover, it was just ever so much more inspiring when it was one square foot.

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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