Haiku My Heart
June 7, 2013
To see more Haiku from other writers, artists and muses, please visit my friend Rebecca’s blog. It is entitled recuerda mi corazon and means “reminds my heart” in the Hispanic language. Everything can be referenced to the heart, but especially here, and on most every day, but especially on Fridays when friends meet.
I’m listing the URL to recuerda mi corazon as well as trying to highlight the link as sometimes I can’t get the darn thing to work right.
So, go ahead, take a look. Participate, share your heart with others, or just hang around and feel the love.
|A new ride for Spadoman|
Wheels, white lines, asphalt
Another adventure trip
Toothpick power poles
So, let’s lighten it up a little, okay? It’s been a real drag the past couple of months, but I’m feeling like the worse is over with. I’m thinking back and I can’t remember smiling much, or telling any funny stories or even having a good time doing something I enjoy during the recent past. No details need to be given. Just suffice it to say, “Glad that stretch is behind me!”
|My old Triumph Scrambler loaded in the back of the van for the trip home from Utica, NY|
In the meantime, I bought another motorcycle to replace the one that got wrecked last September. It's that black one at the top of the page. This one will be the 4th Triumph I've owned.
I’m getting back on the road this coming weekend. I’m driving to Ohio, somewhere in the Eastern part of the state. I bought another motorcycle and I’m going to go fetch it from the guy I bought it from. I haven’t been ‘On the Road’ since December when I went down to Tucson for a week. That was in the early part of the month. We did go to Florida, and yes, that can be construed as traveling, but we flew down to Ft. Myers via commercial airliner. That’s no road trip.
Needless to say, I’m excited and anxious as I anticipate pulling out of town early Saturday morning. The drive coming up will be on the superslab Interstate highway system all the way to within a couple of hours of my ultimate destination of Toronto. That’s Toronto, Ohio for those of you keeping score. A smallish town not far from the Pennsylvania border and Pittsburgh, just 45 miles away to the East. Too bad the Penguins can’t score against Tuukka Rask, Boston’s Finnish goalie. I’d definitely stick around and try to get tickets for a Stanley Cup game at the Consol Energy Center Arena.
I’m thinking the return trip will be more leisurely with no time constraints. That’ll allow me to get on the two-lane and wander through Ohio, Indiana, Illinois and Wisconsin. My new iPad has a restaurant and coffee shop app and I’ll be lookin’ for some new diner grub and good coffee.
I won’t be alone
The best traveling partner
Comes along with me
|Proud daughter Maggie in front of her first apartment, June, 1991|
Saturday will also be a day of deep introspection and reflection. It will mark the 22nd year since the accident that took our beloved Maggie from this world. Guess that sombers up the entire affair a bit. But I know that Maggie would want to see me happy in some respect, and meditating through a windshield at 60 miles per hour does indeed make me happy. So will the slower speed limits through the small towns as I search for what constitutes gold in my world. I’ll just ask her to come along for the ride.
|We also remember Jim Cooper, Maggie's friend that also lost his life that fateful June night|
|And Bobby Jens, who left us a few years later in an airplane crash|