What the hell am I doing in Little Rock, Arkansas?
It is amazing to me that after many months of tramping about the world there are still new places to be experienced.
I sent the essence of that message out yesterday on arrival in Little Rock. My Dad’s reply is something I have committed to memory:
“Hopefully there will always be another place to visit or revisit. Just to keep life interesting. Have a good time in ark. Be safe. Love dad.”
And that pretty much sums up the entire adventure. Keep life interesting. I’ve traveled across the Atlantic and the Mediterranean, nearly 23,000 miles around and through the United States and it’s all been basically to keep life interesting. And now I’m in Arkansas. Marvelling at the beauty of the spring amidst the chilly air and attempting to cope with “History according to Bill Clinton” and gaping open-mouthed at the bizarre turns of fate that led me here.
My friends – not to go all hippie on you or anything – what a long, strange trip it’s been.
And Monday I’m going to see Graceland.
It can only get weirder.
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