Was surprised and very pleased to hear from a lifelong friend last night. My old buddy Dave The Mad Rave, my Original H-Town Homey. We go back to 1978, pre guru days. I’ll jump on the November bandwagon and say that today I am truly thankful for Real Friends. Dave and I had more exotic life experiences than all the rest of you combined, all while we were still relatively wet behind the ears. Houston in the 70s & 80s, you had to be there.
I’ve revealed a few nuggets to those closest to me and eyebrows resembling the St. Louis Arch are always the response. For me life has always been there for the taking and the making. Explains perhaps why this enclave of West Mayo-ville has been such a hard pill for me to swallow. Provides great comfort but lacks adventure, intrigue, and the diversity I need to feel really alive. Yawn.
You don’t have to go far though. Mid-Town, Dundee, Benson, South Omaha, Florence, Ralston, the Old Market. Friendly, bohemian folks all around. I’m looking east, north, and south for my next set of digs. Or maybe far, far west. A couple of acres, you know how I love to get my hands deep into the Good Mother, her yielding bounty proportionate to effort invested.
Lily Kaftan is in NYC for this weekend’s marathon. This young lady has trained her butt off, earned her Good Mate kit, and will raise a few eyebrows herself when she crosses the finish line. I won’t be surprised at all. I’ll have a full recap from Lulu Lily Monday morning.
The Beer & Bagel Run is also this Saturday. An institution in the Omaha Metro, we’ll have some speedsters racing, great practice for both Living History Farms and the USA Club Cross Country National Championships in Lexington, KY on Dec. 8th.
I first me Dave when his 1976 Pacer was broken down on the side of a road. I had just gotten to Houston, knew no one. Pulled over and offered him a spare radiator hose (incredibly my 1974 Camaro was a match). We’ve been friends every since. Great to hear from you Rave and can’t tell you how happy I am that you occasionally read RGS.