Packing memories and stuff

There was a movie called ‘Men don’t leave’ and I’m not sure what it’s about but the memories I have about some of the stuff I’ve hauled around for 40 years just won’t go away. A rock I picked up on a mountain in Colorado, abalone shells from SCUBA diving in California, pictures from my hang gliding days and a vial of oil from the ‘Deep Water Horizon’ spill, to name a few.
All the memories of people and places that I knew are what make us (me) up. To let them go would be like erasing a part of me and friends long lost.
Maybe, this is what happens when we age and aren’t making new memories. I know that once I get to Eugene I’ll make some new good ones.
‘Positive waves, Baby.’ to quote oddball from ‘Kelly’s Heroes’.


The Oregon Trail

I just spend a week in Eugene, Oregon arranging for an apartment and setting up a mail drop. I’ve got to say that a part of me had forgotten how beautiful that place was. Everyone I met was very nice and helpful. Many ethnic and holistic restaurants, weekend farmers market and a great University. Bike lanes are everywhere in the city.

In the start of May it will be – Oregon, oh!!!