THE HIGH ROAD

THE HIGH ROAD

 

This is one of those conversations we are not having, but should.  In America, and just a few weeks or less before the World Series Baseball Game, will be played.  Without the New York Yankees, I feel as if something legendary is missing.  The Older Generation is all but gone.  I am next.  And came to the conclusion that I wanted to take the high road with you, but then I saw the frown and the waving finger and a cautionary sign, as you whispered in barely auditory verse, “Don’t Go There.”  

 

The effect was chilling.  Froze me in my tracks.  Now stalled, and wondering if I should abandon The High Road Approach.  Open for discussion, my blog for this day, The High Road.

Wonder what lies ahead for me.  Word has it the high road is strewn with stones and Stoners, and just taking this word stream in that direction, is a buzz killer. And wanted to find out, what that is about, but not really.  In my father’s day, every conversation took the High Road, and did not contain vulgarity and swearing.  No WTF and other insinuations that suggest, more questions than answer.  

Not saying that his generation had all the answers, what with dropping the big one to end World War II.  How moral was that, but he said, “Saved Lives.”  And I believed him.  Was involved.  Risked his life.  Back in the day, it was known, integrity is telling the truth.  And that is where I am today.  Silent Majority.  Silent and The Stone doesn’t say much.  Blows smoke, but mostly in the rear view mirror it is observed.  Faulty Valve.  Something more to get fixed, but with gas the price of cotton candy, around $6 a gallon.  Ok that is an exaggeration, but not by much.  Has me walking.  All By Myself.  

Choice and Freedom.  Where Do You Want To Be.  Name your destination.  High Road.  Direct route.  Standing Still.  Saying very little.  Stone Deaf.  And I wonder.  What lies ahead for me.

In the groove and trust the journey.  So to speak, I am not saying too much.  Has to do with backtracking and justifying my presence and lots of situations where somebody is talking, about the High Road and honesty and integrity.  And by the time I get it all sorted out, I realize.  They are telling me what I want to hear.  The Truth is, she said, “Don’t Go There.”  Is where we shake hands, separate and go it alone.  

 

No agreement and I like my way.  Stoner Heaven and The High Road.  Won’t know what to say until I get there, spend some head-time, and then come down to share with you, the magnificent view I had.  Or didn’t.  Eagle Scout eyes, slightly red.  Somewhat disappointed, but not really.  Found an alternative reality, doing okay so far.  Hypocrisy avoidance.  Being brutally honest in the sense that this is what its all about.  The conversation we are not having, but should.  

 

On shaky moral ground, but just waiting.  Out in the other Washington, where I find my walk and talk in high mountain tones, am taking that road where silence prevails, and waiting to see, if elections and the vote turns out to be, The High Road. 

On the ballot, legalizing marijuana.  Setting people free.  Giving them an Out of Jail Card in the game.  And I am thinking.  Wait and See.  And do what she does.  “Don’t Go There. On The High Road.”  And I wonder, what lies ahead for me, on this stoney path.  The Path Not Taken.

Not yet.  But do Vote.  

 

In the groove and trust the journey.  So to speak.

The High Road. 

And World Series Baseball, without the

New York Yankees.  How good is that?

And she said, “Don’t Go There.” 

And am lost.  Damn Yankees.