Got the Traveling Bug

Okay it's time for me to do my best and update all that may have interest in my quest for the perfect world. My problem in life has always been that my feet just want to go and this time I wanted to live in a small town like Tallahassee was in the 70's. I was actually looking for somewhere in Hoe Dung, USA. When I found out my buddy had a house in the Virgin Islands I was a wee bit hesitant about his invite to come and live until I heard him say it was almost a third world country then I just had to come.

Now I spent 31 years trying to get my hometown accessible and actually with the help of a hand full of others that felt like me we succeeded in having a somewhat accessible town. My job was and is over now and I live on the most un-accessible place on the planet but there are no traffic jams, not enough people to have crowds and I actually find the people on this Island to be the happiest people in the world.

After I left the Coffee Pub on my last day in Tallahassee I finished getting the health papers for Ruth I then took care of packing up my last box of stuff and mailing it to St. Croix. That night about nine I cranked up my car and drove all the way to West Palm Beach where I pulled into the parking lot at Enterprise Rental Car's parking lot. I then unpacked my car because to ship your car there can't be a thing in it and I put all my stuff in their office and told them I would be back for my car that I was renting to take me to Tampa. I dropped the car off and got a taxi to take me back to the Rental Car Place and on my way some five miles away I ended up in a questionable area where all the kids were running and yelling at me because I was driving slow. I know they wanted to sell me something but all I was doing was looking at street signs. I found the Tropical Shipping and left my car there to be shipped and took a cab back to the Enterprise place. That son of a gun drove me around 50 bucks worth of road to get me back to the Enterprise place. It pissed me off but hey, he screwed me, Karma is a wicked mistress. J

I then drove across the entire state of Florida to get to my plane's leaving destination, Tampa. My brother and his wife live in Tampa so I stayed in a gated community for about 6 days where I saw the rudest folk alive. I would wave at the neighbors and they would just walk on by. Crazy world but then my plane left on the 8th day of May and I haven't met an ugly personality yet.

In the beginning I was going to switch planes in Puerto Rico and get on a 8 seater with no luggage space and I was going to have to throw away my dog crate and let her sit in my lap so my chair and the dog could fit. I got to the airport and the guy at the terminal told me he could hook me up with a larger plane all the way to St. Croix so I switched planes and then wished I hadn't mailed my stuff to me as I could have really used my cloths, drugs, and other stuff I mailed to myself right before leaving Tampa so I wouldn't have the luggage to mess with on a little puddle jumper I was supposed to ride. Well Ruth hated the trip in her box and they gave her water that ended up all over her. I thought she was sweating but remembered dogs don't sweat, kind of weird wondering where and how she got all wet.

When I arrived my buddy was driving me home when the shipping place called and said my boxes had arrived so we went over and picked up all my house hold stuff and then my buddy took me every where on the Island and introduced me to a million people of which I don't remember but a few names. Great people and they all have this special handshake that you have to learn when you get here if you want to fit in. You do the old hippy hand shake and then you slide you hand till your fingers are locked then you pull away and lightly punch the others fist. Oh well while in Rome…

It was 2 a.m. and I was drunk and stoned due to the locals smoking that shit and a white guy that loves pirates but doesn't drink Rum he loves Tequila. Any way I was snockered and wanted to lay down but my roomy wanted to stay. I finally got home and for a week that seems to be all we did (meet people and party) other than get my car and get it legal. Everything about getting here was so meant to be and now I'm here and have been here three weeks and writing just doesn't seem like something I want to do right no… No inspiration so I guess I'm just decompressing from the rush, rush of the world up there. I love the slowness around here and I get my nap every day, eat like a pig, but I quit drinking a while back except special occasions.

I think it will take me a while to be able to feel normal again but my body is rested and fed, my head is swimming in people's names and faces and the handshake and all that stuff. Of course any place that people don't work and they do nothing except drink the soap opera dramas follow close behind and damn if I didn't get sucked into it a day or two. Hell I almost took a vow of silence just because people can't stop talking about others and the second you agree with them you are part of the gossip. Damn I hate that crap. I'm learning but I also love my new home on St. Croix and right now wouldn't want to be any place different.

I hope this message gets to all of my friends out there and I will eventually get to each and every one of you but I thought this would be fun to fill you all in.

Ruth say's hi and I give you my best…