Hit the road in Mustang.
South Boston, MA
Wilmington, North Carolina
(Happy Birthdday Francis)
I have exactly what I wished for. A year ago I was
in a very different kind of situation and all I wanted
to do was break out and run free. Not run away from anything, not run
to anything, just run. Now I'm here. It's nighttime
and it's raining in this empty parking lot. The feeling
of being free has come and gone. I have busted out with
no ties to anyone or anything. Tommorrow the feeling of
being free will return again.
June 5, 1997.
I'm speaking today at the Joint Cities Meeting in Pismo Beach about community. Last night I drove out to
this quite little spot I found by the ocean.
There's a fresh water creek here that empties out onto the beach among the giant rocks along
the coast. All cleaned up.
Montana de Oro State Park,
Los Osos, CA
June 7, 1997
Pulled up behind a hardware store and asked them if I could rummage through their cardboard
dumpster for some boxes. Made a "FOR SALE" sign out of one of them and stuck it on the
Mustang. Put what things I was keeping in another. Before I finished some dude came by and
bought the Mustang for $500, the price of a plain ticket from San Francisco to Washington D.C.
I'm going to meet Rich there. He wants me to go with him to a Promise Keepers Meeting they're holding
at R.F.K. Stadium. There's suppose to be like 60,000 men there promising to live for Jesus.
I'll check it out. I'm also going make an appointment at the Center for Community Media in
Washington D.C. It is a network organization for over 900 community access stations all across
the country. I've resurrected an old motorcycle in Steve's junkyard he said I could have if
I could get it running. I'll drive it to San Fran. Steve knows a guy up there I can leave it
with when I get there.
Morro Bay, CA
June 8, 1997
Met David and Denise at church. I guess I was quite a sight, leather jacket, grease all over
my pants and no phony smile. The motorcyle's running o.k., but it doesn't have much
compression which makes it sluggish on hills. David travels to San Francisco once a week for
work and offered to take me that way I wouldn't have to worry about the bike making it. I've got
less than a week before my flight which isn't much time to fix the bike and get my ass up there. I've only
flown a couple times. My flight is at night, Friday, the 13th. The next day, Saturday, is my birthday, so if
I'm gonna go down in a plane this would be it.
Morro Bay, CA