Tonight I am in a hotel in Calgary Alberta beside my sleeping kid brother; the highway's a long road for a boy. I remember how it feels to have the energy of a squirrel and being trapped in a fast-moving motorized thing for infinite amounts of time. Back when infinite was defined by any period of time that was enough to make me bored. And let's be honest- that was a lot of things, but worst of all were family road trips. So let the little guy sleep, 12 hours is a long way from home and 9 more to go brings no sense of comfort.
To bring you up to speed, (or as close to as possible, as I'm not entirely certain that I am even "up to speed") yesterday morning I packed my bags and I drove. 8 hours alone with no change of scenery for the first 6 I took me and my life and dropped it off in Sylvan Lake, Alberta. Today I am intercepting my family to join them in an adventure to the mountains to see some of those blessed with the "extended" title to their family claims.
Anyway that's good enough.
I wonder what a little boy dreams about. I can't remember. My hope would be that it's about grand things that won't ever happen but keep the imagination sharp. Of a world that didn't hurt and a moon that didn't cry. Where people talked to each other and forests were our friends and our friends didn't store their knives in our backs. What a silly place to leave your knives!
If I was going to make any kind of point, no matter who I was I would just ask "Mr. Lawman sir, why do we need seat belts when daddy's driving?"
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