Wheels keep Rolling

 Just like that Bluebird. David Bowie.

 Back in San Anselmo. David Bowie. Grey January, rains expected. Rolled up to Eugene on the Amtrak met the grey and Ice. Adventure, wamth, engagement, conversations .   To a melt. With the animals of the New World a merry late Christmas...  visit to the Burns encampment wherein
I with my guitar and maybe some weed, sits down with Ammon Bundy and we ponder God and Power.. our Father's influence, how do you influence history Ammon? Listen to the people, keep listening. Lil' Denny laughed at me when I suggested we go to Burns..

 I got nothing against the Federal Government says Denny maybe ' except the excesses of Miltary might and waste' Me I'm concerned more but I offer the Tree Party to Democrats and Republicans and all from my imagination to the world.

 It was just a fantasy that visit to Burns some dream of peaceful ending. Pigs and Fishes.. you can't influence them says the IChing. Yet don't underestimate your power. You might be the grain of sand that...

 A Decentralized world where decisions happen with the people but the people are nothing without
the Natural World, the delight of witnessing Nature bring Order to Civilization. The delight in the free movement of waters, air, animals, birds and Humans, the generous gifts of life.

 I rolled back down on the Amtrak, what a delightful ride, something about the gentle rolling and movement, the sounds, the undulating ease of cars linked together... the voices of conversations struck up from a spark. How interesting a conversation is with a stranger when it just burns easily
just gains it's own strength, goes where it will go. I had set my stuff down, my backpack, my bottle of Sierra Nevada Ale, Glenn was right by the time the train got rolling it was pretty dark. I went back down to the café to see if it was there that I had left my NY Times... '[The lady there had it. I thought someone might be back for it' she said.

 Back at my seat in the observation car an attractive young woman was now sitting next to me. I started something off with some small talk.. we both worked retail. I related a touch of my frustration with both the Corporate World and the Unions that ostensibly work for the people. 'We should have a Union..' she says, Not speaking of she and me but of her work world..

  Shortly after she gets up and leaves without much of a goodbye.

  I could tell you about the voices behind me of the young man, with long hair and beard who gets talking with an older guy, gray haired balding.. 'Klamath Falls that's where I grew up. What are you going to do there?'
   Something about working in the growing business. Medical Herbs.
   The young guy from Florida, likes Klamath Falls, Oregon, likes walking in the Park likes thinking about owning a house with a good sized yard.
   They talk on and on.. I read from my newest Novel a birthday gift from my brother...
   Roger said he is going to read Moby Dick too. We both tried to read it when we were young. As I read I cannot believe that I even tried years ago and gave up, this story melts into my brain so easy,
The guys behind me talk on and on. I read.

 'I should now take it into my head to go on a whaling voyage: this the invisible police officer of the fates, who has the constant surveillance of me, and secretly dogs me, and influences me in some unaccountable way -- he can better answer than anyone else. And, doubtless, my going on this whaling voyage, formed part of the grand programme of Providence that was drawn up a long time
ago. It came in as a sort of brief interlude and solo between more extensive performances. I take it that this part of the bill must have run something like this:

            "Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the United States.
                      ' WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL'
                      BLOODY BATTLE IN AFGHANISTAN."

  Though I cannot tell why it was that those stage managers, the Fates, put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, when others were set down for magnificent parts in high tragedies ........
I think I can see a little into the springs and motives which being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set about perforning the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was a choice resulting from my own free will and discriminating judgement.,

    And they talked on and on and the old guy says to the young guy. 'I can't believe your name is
Shannon, that's my first son's name. Here take my phone number if there is anything you ever need
maybe I can help you in Klamath Falls.'
 
   And the adventure goes on and on.