Thursday, May 2, 2019
The Road to Hell
I've been looking at camper vans for the future. My buddy had an old Vanagan or Vanogan or whatever, an old VW Westfalia camper. It seemed pretty cool. But when it comes right down to buying one. . . I don't know. Like everything else, there are many compromises. It's like marriages or long term relationships. You choose one thing and then the choosing one thing eliminates others. That can be good.
Or it can be very, very bad.
Lately, I've been thinking of doing what a lot of people do at some point in their lives--get rid of almost everything. I've collected a lifetime of stuff. I like it, but it does get heavy, and people get tired, I guess. Maybe I have, too.
People tell me it is only natural. I tell them I got run over. I don't think I'm like them. I'm special.
That's my problem, of course. I think I'm special. Or was. Going from special to average in a Minnesota Minute is brutal.
I'll have to think on the camper van. It could be liberating. Of course, it could be a mistake.
But as Bill says in "The Sun Also Rises," the road to hell is paved with unbought stuffed dogs.
Posted by cafe selavy at 12:23 PM