Shave & a Hair Cut, Two Bits!

Trip Start Sep 20, 2007
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Trip End May 16, 2008


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Thursday, March 6, 2008

I woke up at 2 am, laid in bed for a while, then was compelled to send an email out. Don't know why, but it seemed like I had to do it at that time.
 
Now, to whom do you think I had to send an email out at  3 am?
 
I had to ask Hannah something. Has God, or What? Is! as I now refer to him/her/it/Oh High One (Ah Yes...God is my Co-Pilot, bumper stickers), spoken to her and the message seems to be a little confusing because it doesn't tie in to what she thought she had to do to serve him.
 
"God is My Co-Pilot" bumper stickers. When I was in New Orleans I picked up a little stuffed bear that I called O-Hi-O and he/she/it is strapped into my passenger seat and I tell everyone that he/she/it is my navigator. Have any of you put 2 +2 together? O-Hi-O  (Oh High One). What? Is! is sitting next to me. That bumper sticker has been around for a long time, I have something solid to remind me. O-Hi-O  attracts attention wherever I go. Especially when the sun is shining directly on the Mardi Gras necklaces hanging around its neck. What? Is! is one cool, partying dude!
 
That email out, I go back to bed.
 
Yesterday I knew what I had to do with the $40 given to me by the German couple. You shouldn't expect to be rewarded for doing the right thing. Each KOA campground I stay at has a box on their counter for people to donate their loose change for their Kids Care Camp. It reminds me of the movie Oceans 13. Danny Ocean is watching Oprah and is brought to tears from seeing how happy disadvantaged kids, individuals, etc can be from receiving a small token. He also sees what the gesture means to the person giving.
 
In this movie the Oceans 11, 12, and 13 gang have reunited to "make something right" for one of their own who is in a coma, screwed by an unscrupulous business partner. They are not in it to benefit personally. They have to call on one of their "enemies" to help out in the plan when they run out of funds. But this person wants a big share of the gains for himself if he is to participate.
 
At the end of the movie, this "bad guy" from the 2 previous movies is expecting his share of the rewards from the gang's current heist. Danny & the regular gang have donated that person's share, a few million dollars, to send a lot of underprivileged kids to camp. He can't take his money back now. We then see that person on Oprah discussing how his Casino business is doing quite well and so he decided to give back to the underprivileged. Thing is it wasn't his idea.
 
I didn't have a few million, as of yet, to give, but I could give the unexpected $40. So that's what I did before leaving the campground this morning.
 
When I was in the campground office I purchased a few items in their gift shop. One of the items is a Kokopelli key chain. My good luck charm will be following me around.
 
It is Katrine's birthday today. I am about to write her a note on facebook wishing her a Happy Birthday when she logs onto MSN. We chat a while and I tell her I may be coming home sooner. An alternate plan is slowly being formulated. I may come home sooner but only for a few weeks before heading to the west coast to see my sister and then head down to California and maybe back east for an undetermined amount of time, but being back home before the summertime tourist season.
 
The big crimp in that scenario is that I have exhausted all credit, almost, that I am able to. To continue the Journey I require a "magical" infusion of a lot of cash. I told her I would decide by the time I left my next stop in Kingman. On Saturday I either head north towards Las Vegas, or south towards Palm Springs. She says she'll be happy with seeing me for a few weeks.
 
On the road I have decided to get off this wretched Interstate and drive the Historic Route 66. The first sign, or signs I see on the side of the road are quite cryptic. There are six red signs in a row with a few words on each. The last one says, Burma Shave. Further up the road I see the same thing, this time I get it. I have to think about it a bit. But the message is hilarious. I'm laughing so hard I almost pee in my pants. Not quite, but I did have tears streaming down my cheeks. I pass 4 or 5 of these Burma Shave signs.
 
Cattle crossing
Means go slow
That old bull
Is some
Cow's beau
Burma-Shave
 
I pass through a few towns along this route. I feel like Lightning McQueen from the animated movie, Cars. I've passed through some time warp and am back in the 50's. Seligman brings you back in time the most. I should have stopped and walked around. Driving Route 66 was peaceful. There was hardly any traffic. It was a longer route than the Interstate, but that didn't matter.
 
Ben met Anna,
Made a hit.
She felt his chin.
Ben - Anna split.
Burma Shave
 
Settled in at the campground I do some research on the Burma Shave signs. In the 50's the son of an entrepreneur had the bright idea of advertising their shaving products on these signs. Their sales skyrocketed. At first the signs were pure sales pitch but as the years passed they found their sense of humour extending to safety tips and pure fun. And some good old-fashioned down home wisdom. With the advent of giant billboards these signs started to fade away. We still do see similar ideas in along some roads.
 
The bearded devil
Is forced
To dwell
In the only place
Where they don't sell
Burma-Shave
 
Next on the agenda was to see what the signs may be as to my next destination. The weather forecast is for clear, sunny and above freezing temperatures, during the day, for the next week all the way to Calgary. I send an email to Louise in Calgary to see if there's room in her driveway for my trailer for a few weeks. As I'm typing the fog starts clearing. Heading home is starting to look like the plan. If I head south now I am in a rush to get back to Canada by April 10th. By going home first and spending a few weeks there, then coming back, I have 6 more months, if need be, to do what I need to do in the USA.
 
Next on the agenda is lack of funds. I have Kokopelli now. Do I put all my faith in him? The fertility talisman. Originally I had thought of testing my gambling theory in Vegas, but I did it in New Orleans and lost it all. What if I did need to do it in Vegas? Anybody out there want to test a theory and have a few hundred dollars to spare?
 
The other option, or plan B theory, has to do with quantum theory and that time is not linear. We can make events happen in the past. With enough faith (my word, not scientists) we can even change past events. I've been carrying around this lottery ticket in my briefcase since I left home. It's dated August 11. You have a year to claim your prize. I'm not a big lottery ticket buyer but did buy a few tickets last spring and summer. I usually check online to see if I've won then bring the ticket to a retailer to confirm, just in case I missed something. I never brought this one to be checked. It was sitting in a dresser drawer at home when I left and I threw it in my briefcase as I emptied out that drawer when I moved out of my bedroom. I recently read about a guy who thought he won a few dollars on his ticket and when he redeemed it, it was worth quite a bit.
 
Last year after I saw The Secret DVD, I started writing stuff in a journal. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night and a number "popped" into my head. I grab my journal and write the number. I don't turn the light on. It's pitch black. I hope I can read the numbers in the morning. The number is $ 1,123,545.23. That is the amount I was suppose to have in my bank account on December 31. Maybe I missed the minus sign, because that would be closer to where my bank accounts are. Take the million off and that would be pretty close.
 
Oh, you are all anxiously awaiting to hear what I meant yesterday when I said I wasn't listening properly and then had a hunch who the Virgin maiden is. By now you should have figured out that I sent Hannah an email at 3 am because I wanted to see if it might be her. I didn't ask her if she was a virgin. I already know that she is. She's dedicated herself to What? Is! since she was very young so that would be a given.
 
I did some research on the name Hannah. It means "Grace of God" in Hebrew. Hannah is the Grace of God. Didn't I say I had found the Meaning of Life when I was in New Orleans?
 
What didn't I hear properly? When I heard Maryanna, I should have heard marry Hannah.
 
Uh, she's Katrine's age. This goes against everything I've ever thought about when it came to beautiful young women. Not that I would have anything against that, but.....
 
I don't know anything about her. Why would I marry someone I know nothing about. No, I do know quite a few things about her. She's young and pretty. Has the strongest faith in What? Is! of anyone I know. Is compassionate, thinks of others first. Will do anything that What? Is! asks her to. But would she marry crazy, balding, middle aged guy? What would her parents say? What would my kids say?
 
I need to wait and see what she has to say. She's spoken to What? Is!, consciously, for a lot longer than I have.  
 
Who's coming to the Wedding?
 
Sheesh, A beautiful young bride and I don't even get to consummate the vows. I'm already starting to feel gypped.

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