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Springing Into Summer

Spring fever’s blog, trip planning date: 130528: 18

[I keep shifting tenses and if I go back to make them consistent, I’ll probably get lazy, save the file and forget to go back to it. So t/here you go.]

I got the summer edition of my local weekly and I poured thru it looking for things to do this summer. The past couple of years I was such a tight ass with money I didn’t do anything, except for pay off a credit card. That was quite worth it

This summer I’m deciding to “get back to the innocence.” There are so many things that have been ruined, made me jaded, by news fearing terrorism, documentaries exposing the evils of people, drug culture, manipulative women, chemicals in food, reality shows, class warfare, etc.

It’s also been a good writing exercise, looking at all the age groups for when we had the best times before the shitty thing(s) happened.

When you’re a kid at home, you get to play with toys (I‘m old, pre video games), look at tv to see cartoons. When I was a kid, afternoon tv wasn’t tabloid trash, it was reruns of black and white abbott Costello movies, our gang, etc.

Some kids were lucky enough that their parents took them to theme parks over summer or spring break or x-mas. Some parents just stuck their kids in summer camp, left to teenagers who totally should not be in charge of kids. Others were left to fend riding bikes around the neighborhood.

If you got a bike for x-mas, the whole neighborhood opened up. You get to cruise with your friends, hang out in front of the liquor store. You can pedal to the mountains and stream and parks. I remember it rained on us one time and we thought it was cool, like an epic battle against the wind and rains, like we saw pirates do on tv. Of course you go to the mall, arcades, the movies too at the cheap dollar theater. I think those are replaced with netflix and red box for the most part, sad.

In high school, if you passed you’re driving and got a car from your parents, then the whole town opened up! On the weekend we could drive to the beach! There was one main drag we went to cruise on the weekend.

There were a couple near me. On the east side there was the infamous King & Story, the low rider capitol of the south bay in the late 70’s. While people in new york were at discos, people in my hood were bouncing cars and getting into it with cops where I grew up.

A historical marker situated along El Camino Real.

A historical marker situated along El Camino Real. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The other was a section of the King’s Highway, El Camino Real, a section of California route 82. I remembered it went from Wolfe road in Cupertino, where everyone circled back and sometimes cops picked that as their spot to nab cruisers. The south-east end was debatable, it changed. But it seemed to be blocks ease of the Lawrence expressway intersection, exactly where is the debatable part. It was to deter the cop checkpoint situation.

Next thing you know, most people went to college and all the holidays became spring break, x-mas break, summer or as soon as finals were over. Then we took road trips or flew. The country opened up to us.

A big exotic thing in the bay area was to fly to Cancun or Hawaii, which I never understood. The stories were the same of how we got drunk at the beach, bought shot glasses and screwed up trying to get laid. I did all that in Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk for much cheaper. and got to go to Monterey when I felt like taking a more “mature, cultured” trip.

Santa Cruz, California - Boardwalk

Santa Cruz, California – Boardwalk (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have some ideas on what to do this spring to get those exploration feelings back. Haven’t even gotten into after college/ 20 somethings trips yet…

2013/05/28 Posted by | Single malts | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Battling the terror

Rambler’s Blog, walk date 130416:19

Yesterday, I wanted to get into part 4 of the writing series but my head was in a funk after the Marathon bombing. I hadn’t watched the news in a long time and I thought watching it a little wouldn’t hurt. Of course I had nightmares last night and it affected my day today.

Every week, I have a set list of goals and then a few I think up that would make the “biggest impact,” on getting me “back,” meaning several things you’re likely to guess. I applied to 2 of 5 places I had in mind. This senseless violence was bothering me. I had been in a minimum of 6 motorcycle accidents, I was hoping my mind didn’t have hair-trigger PTSD anymore.

So I did many things today to… find inspiration, to reaffirm some faith in humanity. Things were going great the past few weeks, I wasn’t about to let some random asshole 2 time zones away ruin things.

I realized most of my thoughts are set up to be status updates: nice compact sentences. Here, my writing is also compacted, to get everything I have to think about a subject within a typewritten 2 column page. My other writing, I get to draw things out to capture every sense, answer all the w’s and yet stay focused on the point of what chapter/ memory is.

One of the things I like to do is visit the adopt a pets, but it also makes me sad. It’s sad I can’t afford to adopt a pair of older cats to take care of in their later years. It’s also sad that I can’t volunteer at any shelters, they favor those with a vehicle to get around to adoption locations to watch the animals and to bring supplies around. And there’s someone already to attend the 3 closest locations to where I am.

One of the greatest things is when I get to take off and explore things I haven’t done before. Thankfully I got to do that later on my trip. I decided that most of the local events I didn’t attend the past year or so to save money is something I need to do again. That also relates to something all these news stories of tragedies and closures got me thinking about. I want the innocence back in my life.

There are a lot of definitions of that. Is going back to childhood too far? Revisiting core beliefs may not be so bad, as long as I don’t dwell there. People quoted Mister Rogers after the bombing and I thought about what people took comfort in. Clearly Mister Rogers was to remind us older folk lessons we were shown as kids still can apply, maybe to pass on to the next generation. Muppets? Schoolhouse rock? Clifford? Fraggle Rock? Pooh bear?

Teen years, too can be innocence. Teenage kids are resigned to be without transportation and to be “have nots,” thinking that all it takes is to bide your time until you can go to college or turn 21 to be happy. There are many coming of age movies that don’t involve getting laid or stoned.

College kids are probably the last stage of innocence before being sent to a cubicle or other job that becomes their defining career. They have winter and spring break vacations to take on the snobs at the slopes or regatta contest. This is when you turn 21 and make all your first bar mistakes.

I decided this spring and summer to go to a lot of places I haven’t been to since I was little. I remember a lot of places I was taken on field trips are still around. There are a lot of places I should check in on, changes or (preferably) not.

And hopefully, if it’s easy to get to, they may even be hiring or accepting volunteers at least.

 

2013/04/16 Posted by | random trains of thought- choo choo | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment