There are a few things in life that are what they seem. I mean they are what they are for sure. There is no doubt. When it rains here in Louisiana, it pours. It's not rain like in the Pacific Northwest that drizzles for endless days. It comes down here like a torrent from above. You can't see the road when it's coming down. That's rain with a capital "R", stands for real. When you walk down Dogwood Ave you can't miss the big yellow school bus rain or shine. The exterior is what it was even though what transpires inside will be a metamorphosis in the not too distant future. It's nothing close to a 66 passenger hauler of school children now. You can look at my picture from Bali and know that immediately. You look towards the back of the bus and you'll see my boogie board, a fishing pole and my bed covered in a colorful blanket from Oaxaca. But from the outside, it's still a school bus with little stop signs that come out and words that say school bus. Beware of hitting children you aggressive drivers. Reminds me of carrying one of those signs that says "Baby on Board". Please don't run into me. Ha...in this bus?
I'm sitting here listening to the old Beatles. They are what they were. The old songs haven't changed. You can listen to some new bands do Beatles songs and they are pretty good. The tempo is faster, the singing just as good and the new bands are tight and they are great. I went to the House of Blues in New Orleans to hear some of the newer younger bands play all Beatles music. It rocked. I mean it was high energy. Sure the old Beatles, after listening to the new stuff, seem too slow but all the same, it's predictable. It's still the sound that brings back memories from that era. "Money Can't Buy Me Love", everybody tells me so. Let me get this striaight ok? You are homeless? You are living in a bus and you don't have much money? Yes, that's correct. "I like it, yea, I like it". But then, I wouldn't call it homeless. I'm not living in a car or at a shelter or under a bridge and I'm sitting here listening to the Beatles. Something in the way she moves me.
Oh yea, I remember when Eugene ran out and bought "Rubber Soul". It had just hit the music stores that day. I had taken some LSD for the second time and was somewhere I didn't want to be. I was on the street, on a date, meeting the parents for the first time and the world was a cartoon. It was too much. My brain was stressed. I decided to bail and jet home. At the time, I was living with a few friends and as I walked in the door after dark and into Eugene's room the "Rubber Soul" album was tuned up with a good big amp. The blue lights were dimmed. People were, as they said in the day, "groovin". I don't know who was high but it felt like we were all there. It was instant joy.
My stuffed frogs, the ones sitting on the A/C unit, look like they are playing "Eleanor Rigby", Faye Ray gets comfortable in King Kong's delicate grasp. The bus settles down for the evening. It's only 4:04 PM but we are back to regular time and that's good. The time change screws me up. I can now get up at 6:00AM and not be nauseated because the sun is up. My body was not designed to get up before the sun. The little milk barn heater keeps the cool temps in check but for now, the fan continues to draw in fresh air from outside. It was a perfect day today. Just let it be.
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