17
washington street
One
of the things I was thinking about this morning, had to do with finding out
what real life and real life experiences had to offer, compared to just sitting before The Big Screen and watching it on YouTube or some other seeing-device. Seems I came to rest with the notion of The Other
Washington, which is on the west coast
of America and about as far as I can get away from Washington D.C. and the
headline news coming from this center and of course, just now coming from Trump
Tower in downtown New York City. So 17
Washington is just an address and it could be anywhere. We can talk about that if we decide to. For now,
it is more important for me to discover where my head is at on this
Friday November 18, 2016 morning. Seems
my starting point is 17 Washington Street and I am headed south from that point
on 2nd avenue. And yes, going south with the birds and its all down-hill
or down-wind from here. Hawks and Eagles
and sometimes I wonder if all of this is a made-up story, made up for reality
TV and entertainment purposes, and has nothing at all to do with my everyday
life, except that I am a captive of everything and everywhere Internet, and
have been swept along by the influences.
And
so I say I am headed south on 2nd avenue, but the truth is I have no
idea what is propelling me and influencing my rate or direction of travel, and
where I might end up. Is Just November
2016 and I was looking forward to be out and about, taking in the Christmas Lights and
Decorations and Store Fronts. But of
course now, almost everything is happening on a screen, and not on the street
where I happen to be. Screen Life and I
am being swept along. And that has me
thinking, “…Is 17 Washington Street a good starting point for the adventure and
journey I am on?
Mention
17 Washington St. and I could be almost anywhere, and the whole idea is to
enjoy the moment of diversity and capture the sense of various things, based on
the very idea, we have a starting point, and it is exciting to imagine where we
might end up. From one coast to
another. From one Washington to the
other, Washington D.C. and a white house with picket or barb-wired fence. Can see it now. Then fast forward and out of town, before the
protest starts.
People
and their finest hour getting ready for something, perhaps far enough from you
and I, that we feel safe. Nantucket
Rental in November, before the Holiday crowds arrive. Before Thanksgiving and its still 17
Washington Street, but he says. “Nantucket.” Forget where I am. Washington.
The Other Washington. Massachusetts. Somewhere.
And
the point of all this is from the
starting point going south and where possible might I end up, I could
end up just about anywhere, if I pack my bags and fold my wings, and go along
with the birds in migration. Hawks and
Eagles and F-17, even Stealth. Flying
high. Birds. Am I safe?
Am
starting to wonder. Will I be able to
return to 17 Washington Street? And will
it be familiar to me. Was in a fog. Had a late night out and tried to sleep it
off, but was up early and had the urge to get outside. So hit the streets and the last thing I
remember was the address: 17 Washington
Street. But not sure where I was. Washington State. Washington D.C. East Coast.
West Coast. Real Time. Or on the internet. Drones.
Birds. Flight. And is a multi-dimensional state of
affairs. Displacement and is an
advantage of modern times.
Now
I have to look at the bigger picture and hope that bringing my smart phone with
GPS can help locate me, and we can do a search and inquiry. “Where Are You? “Are you safe?”
Is
a strange place to be. Trapped between
inquiry and fact. Trapped between real
time and Big Screen. And where we are,
is less important that where we are going.
Migration and the Birds. His mind
is fixated with that. Recent concerns
have nothing to do with where I was this morning. Starting point and it seems proper to say it
over and over again. “ 17 Washington
Street. “
But
now we have to be in the present moment.
Confront things like “being live”, and more important “Live traffic and the wrong lane when the
light turns green, or red or just yellow, which depending where we are, is a
caution light. Strange to now be
concerned with driving directions and road conditions and live traffic. But then again, all of that will take its
proper place in this story, once I figure out where I am and which 17
Washington Street is facing me, and dictating what happens next.
Started
out in Washington State in a place called Seattle. Was on 2nd avenue and heading
south. It was early and it was foggy,
and I might have had a hangover from last night’s shenanigans. With the flock or group, or flying solo, not
sure how high I was. Started at street
level, but then am not sure what happened next.
Can’t Remember. Not sure how I got
here. Washington. Massachusetts. South of the Mason-Dixon Line. If and When and How is not coming into focus
just now. Free flying and just in
formation. The headwinds are slowing us
down, but am not sure if we really have solid plans and a committed ETA. Travel industry terminology: estimated time of arrival. Just know.
Started on 17 Washington Street and if this blog and story has a happy
ending, I hope to be touching down and returning there soon.
Is
a strange place to be. Trapped between this
mornings adventure and this afternoon’s blog state of mind. Not sure this is really happening to me. Real Time.
Blog Fantasy. Birds in Migration. Map it.
Find out what is really going on.
Call one of your buddies at The State Department and see if they can
track the GPS. The possibilities are
endless. What is the importance of
travel insurance at a time like this?
Many things to think about, and I wonder if it is too late now.
For
me this is a new experience. Not sure
taking a Selfie with the new smartphone will help, or even make me feel
better. Not sure it aids me in a positive
when the voice in my head asks: “Where
are we? Where do we go from here?
Are we safe?” And this but more
proof for me to consider later when I am told:
“Is a strange place to be.
This 17 Washington Street.”
Wonder
if the reader has any interest in this.
Wonder if they might have any useful advice. What happen when Keene, New Hampshire and 17
Washington Street is calling to you.
What if you feel lost and the only thing you recognize is Starbuck
Coffee Shop? Seems like this could be a
starting point when you are lost.
Starbucks and will they call you a taxi.
Will Uber get you home?
Arrival. Departure. Means of transportation. Speed of travel.
When
I started out this morning, I did not consider any of that. Now I wish I had. Getting the idea that there is an extensive
database of all the places that actually have a place called: 17 Washington Street. Wonder if I should have thought of that
earlier. Is this an acquired taste or interest,
and is it accessible on a need-to-know-basis only? Later I will check into that. For now I find myself in slipstream and
turbulence. It might only be on screen,
or only in my mind. Might not be a real
time and present moment thing I face.
Having
said that I will go from here. The
starting point. 17 Washington
Street. And is with many things related
to travel and urban places, I will ask myself.
“Am I safe?”
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