The Beginning....
When William Least Heat-Moon toured the country many years ago, his steed, if you will, was a van that he named Ghost Dancing. His journey of America was 13,000 miles. His book is Blue Highways, A Journey Into America. My steed will be a Subaru WRX (traded for an XV Crosstrek). My travels will be, what in the past were called, the blue highways of Virginia. Years ago, maps showed secondary roads in blue. Yes, the ones less traveled.
From a friend.
ReplyDeleteMah Freedumbs! ”I need a haircut”, ”I want garden stuff”, “I want to go to a sports bar!”. JFC.... This is what broke you, you rugged individualist? You prepared to survive no matter what? Holy shit you are really kinda not very tough at all. Less than 6 weeks without a few creature comforts and you are unable to cope? Please donate your “prep food” to a food bank. I get it, there is no one to shoot, no hordes of starving unprepared people trying to take your stuff. You wander around aimlessly complaining because your roots are grey, because you can’t take your boat out, tyranny! Look at yourselves, you out of shape Rambo wannabes, do you really think you would last even 60 seconds against trained soldiers? Will you avoid hospitals when your stupidity gets you sick? When your wife gets sick and you have to figure out how to do all the stuff she did? Your apocalypse wet dream came true, and you failed miserably... Just like every other time in your life.