You ever get that one odd phone call, you know, one that makes you question reality?
Mine was from my son
“uhhh, hey, Dad? Ummmm, my, ah, wheel just fell off.”
Now, this post could degenerate into the expected lecture on car maintenance and how you should listen to your dad when he tells you to do something sooner rather than later (I had heard a noise in that wheel when I had driven with him to a Guns N Roses tribute band show at House of Blues and I was thinking that maybe the wheel bearing was going bad. I told him to have my uncle, who is an ASE certified mechanic and has been one for more than 50 years, take a look at it. My son, as you guessed, didn’t call). Turns out that the lug nuts were loose and, as a result, they just sheared off the studs, causing the wheel to…well…fall off.
Instead of just a few easy twirls of the wrench, we needed to put a new wheel bearing on (you know, the one I had warned against, funny how that happened) the hub hit the asphalt and rolled about 100 feet, it was shot, as they say.That is a 32mm nut. Kinda specific. I rented a tool kit with one in it. And I had to do the work too, my uncle was booked up for a week and my son needed the car for school and work (did I mention that this was his first day of the new semester?).
Here’s a tigerbatk that I could have wired. It has some serious structural problems for sure. But, alas, I had to go wait for the tow truck. To set the mood for my upcoming musings, this was what I saw on my way to my sons broken car.
That is, definitely, a person carrying a mattress, walking down the road.
I guess we all need a bed. If I hadn’t had to rescue my son, I might have helped that poor bastard.
Three hours. Three(3). That’s how long I waited for roadside assistance. What did I do?
I walked around, looking at stuff on the ground.
Trying to figure out some things.
Like the answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, The Universe and Everything.
It’s 42, by the way.
I was in Deep Thought.
What I mostly did was to walk from one end of the road to the other, because there was no cell service Under The Bridge.
I looked down a lot.
Here’s a toy car. Some poor kid, a boy probably, didn’t listen to his dad when he said “you’re gonna drop it out the window and I’m not stopping to get it” I think it’s an example of what the philosophers call “serendipity”.
I think I was probably invading some street gangs territory. Either that, or a poor middle aged bastard named Ken (probably recently divorced from Barbie) decided, in a drunken episode after his lonely 46th birthday party was over, to wander the streets and commemorate his special day with a bit of graffiti.
Sometimes the villain.
That’s an old penny.
It helped pass the time when I wasn’t investigating the cast off detritus during my roadside vigil.
What’s that? To the right?
I think it might be a part of a rumble strip.
They even lost their fries.
Tragedy and tears.
Fries are a happy thing.
They even come in Happy Meals.
I’d like to take this time, while you are listening to the music, to make the first announcement on this blog about the upcoming Komorebi2019 American Bonsai show.
We are welcoming Robert Steven, from Indonesia, Rodney Clemons from Atlanta, and Ed Trout and Toby Diaz from Miami, as the presenters. Look for a full blog post soon. Click the link for details and ticketing info.
I eventually made it home, fixed the wheel for my son, and got to play with trees again.
Trees make me smile.
And with that thought, I want to end this odd post by asking you to ponder this:
What if that whole, old soul/angst ridden paradigm pushed by poets and rock stars is just wrong?
What if it’s the super-confident, unquestioning, unexamined, and thoughtless human that is the apex of evolutionary consciousness?
I mean, think about this: one of the oldest, and philosophically true songs, the origin of which has been lost to history and time, and was sung by the likes of both the Buddha and Spock, goes like this:
Row row row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily merrily merrily
Life is but a dream