still

so for who wonders

im still kickin it here in woods hole using up the wifi connection of this coffee house
the weathers been sweet as have been the vibes
should be driving west any minute
tying up some loose ends with this new blog thing on the site

hey here's a picture

94 old meetinghouse rd.

east falmouth, ma 02536

i took this driving by a few weeks ago of the house i grew up in while hanging out the side of my friend steves' old beater on the way to go sailing on his boat "arabgirl" out of greenpond harbor [see video "vineyard sound" ]..looks like someone put alot of work into it ..didnt look so spiffy back in the day...we lost it thru forclosure the year after i graduated from college, fall 1980... its like seeing an old lover you never stopped loving completely but can never go back to be with again ..accept in dreamz... & for years i'd have dreams just like that..

i'd go back to the house to find other owners living there...i mean they paid the people who took it from us their money... but i couldn't go in side but for maybe a peek.. hard dreamz..lots of regrets & belonging issues.. & money issues..lack mostly...its such a contrast from the picture because the folks are doing well it seems ..& in the dreams they renovated it plenty...
thought i'd share some roots... so heres where i called home for the first 22 years of my life..
it's now a museum peice on the avenue of the back lot of my dreamz...isn't it funny how a place makes a person who they are inside...? & no matter how far away we travel, its always in here
informing the journey..
i like to think sometimez when im driving cross country.. that if we'd managed to "save the house" [as we put it back then, we being my mom & younger brother, & periferally my older sister ], that by now we would have sold it for a place with more acreage closer to the beach... cowabuga

did someone say beach

this is what's at the other end of the 2 miles of mostly strait road to the beach .. see that light at the end of the tunnel of trees ...its at this point you could begin to smell it ...you would take a left, go a couple hundred yards & you're "at the beach..."

...you know it wasn't til about 3 or 4 years ago that i went strait ahead thru the last overhanging trees all the way to the water .. like having a recurring dream & finally opening a different door that changes your whole conception of the dream which can never play out the same way again...cooool