Anyway, up in the woods away from cars would be good. Up beyond the fire break road where all you can smell are pine needles and red clay, maybe some rotting leaves, that’s an okay smell. Especially compared to car exhaust. I hate cars.
Well, being the scrupulously honest person that I am, I will admit that I like being able to go places and do things with cars, but I hate ‘em anyway. They cost a cotton pickin’ fortune. They sit in the driveway and lose their value at a rate that can only be called precipitous. They are noisy. They use petroleum products that come from countries where the people hate our guts. And the really weird thing about cars is how different they are than the ones in the television commercials. Those cars almost always seem to be on a stretch of road somewhere in Iceland without another human being within 300 miles. The vast majority of cars that I see are going about 5 miles an hour on an 8 lane freeway that is LOADED with cars. I wonder where you can get one of those cars in the commercials ? If you ever find one, let me know.
And listen, when some people get into their cars, scary things begin to happen. They get in there like mild mannered Clark Kent and by the time they get to the freeway a transformation has taken place. They think they are Genghis Kahn or something. Napoleon, Sadaam Hussein, maybe and they start doing incredibly stupid things like seeing how close they can drive to the car in front of them at 75 miles an hour and live to tell about it. Or practice basket weaving using their car as the shuttle cock.
Cars can give you a false sense of security. You get in one, pile a bunch of your favorite stuff in there with you and drive far, far away from home. What happens if this modern contraption decides to break? There you are stranded alongside the road with no one around except a bunch of people who think they are. . . . Genghis Kahn !
But I WAS talking about the woods. I need to take a walk in the woods….
To be continued. . . . .