I needed to do this for a long time: drive a long ways off from here. And Cathy’s family reunion the perfect destination. Six hour drive to a place I’ve never been and back again. I’m not fully healed yet, but we’ve been isolated in this forest since my spine broke in 2014. High time to test the road, and the spine.
Month ago I had a bad fall from a ladder, that appeared to be healing. Conditions seemed good, if not great, leading up to the long drive. Then, five days before we were to take off I wrenched my back. Impossible to hide my condition from Cathy, through dark hours I struggled over taking the step back to a life of freedom and a return to adventure.
Back when travel and adventure were like the skin that encompasses me. I’d revel in cross country hippy-trips with my dear friend Artie. Visiting every major east coast city with the ever unflappable Doreen. Cath and I, over a month’s time stepped foot in every town and city across Florida. Once Jimmy and I climbed into my customized van Pegasus, filled her tank and just headed west. We played Gerry Rafferty’s BAKER STREET, and only that song on the CD player until we ran out of gas somewhere upstate. As sunrise poured through the windshield we laughed and we laughed and we laughed and we laughed. We laughed so hard that we cracked the glass!
But here I am now a trapped invalid struggling to give my wife a time away from chickens, endless Georgia pines and howling coyote to see people; family and friends. Many she hasn’t seen in a long time, a few not in over 50 years. I needed to do this. To step up and out of isolation. Face freedom and adventure once more.
Unfortunately, after six hours on the road I found myself chained to a motel bed wracked with pain. I insisted Cathy attend the reunion made so much better because all the out of towners stayed at the same motel. While I got to watch HBO and fight with my horrible pain. The ride home seemed like an endless crawl off a bloody battle field.
Maybe gone are the days of freedom and adventure.
One Thanksgiving eve Jimmy locked himself into my florist refrigerator and froze to death. On the day my last best friend Jimmy died I climbed into my van and drove till it ran out of gas somewhere on the outer banks of Georgia. Without pause the CD player rang out Beth Hart’s SKIN. video.search.yahoo.com/search/…
Sunset poured like a tsunami over the vehicle as I cried and I cried and I cried and I cried. I cried like a baby whose momma died. I searched my soul for possible reason over and over and over and over. I searched like a broken hearted girl through a patch of clover. And the pain then as now is like blisters within my skin.
Beth Hart - Skin Lyrics
Album: Screamin' For My Supper
Screamin' For My Supper
She combs her hair & cleans her face
Closes the door & kneels to pray
It don't matter that she's alone
Beast or dragons she's going home
If i lay me down
Bow my head unto the ground
Would you heal my skin
& these blisters within my skin
She found today
So hard to say
I sweat the sheets
Too tired to play
& it don't matter
Cause I'm still alive
Beast or dragons
Won't make me hide
I just cant find the words to say
Cold where i lay
It's cold where i lay
Bones cracked to clay
A killer's in the way
Hot is my shame
Fire pulls my veins
For never is my name
Forever in my shame
Holy come heal me