I took a walk today, home from work I could have driven but I just felt like walking. Walking through the suburbs is an interesting thing. I keep off the main roads as much as I can. But inevitably I have to take some thoroughfares on my route. As people speed by me, I will sometimes out of my own curiosity look at the driver. Some people don’t seem to notice me, they might be on their phone. Eating, singing (I love to see that!) and many times the driver sees me and curiously turn their heads in spectacle of a grown man walking (Without a little yip dog). I always wonder what people think. Maybe they think I’m just passing through town. I do have a grey Jansport backpack circa 1983 on my back. Maybe cops figure I have a couple of DUI’s under my belt (I don’t). Maybe people ask themselves when it was the last time they had a proper walk.
When crossing the street I always assume the driver does not see me. Yes I have almost been hit a few times. Then sometimes people patiently give me the right away. I give them a friendly wave and they do the same. I worry about those folks. I worry about my fellow Americans and our way of life. Our shiny Suv’s the power lines I walk under, buzzing, sending all that power to our air conditioning units, our light bulbs and of course our T.V. screens. Good people just going about their day flying by me without a thought about where we are really going as a (semi) sovereign country.
I’m sure in these uncertain times people are worried about their family and friends, as I am, because at the end of the day. At the end of our short time on this planet THAT, is what really matters, what we do for them.
I carry a 1oz Silver Eagle everywhere I go to remind me what real money is. What I feel, and what many before me is the cause of the middle class decline. To remind me that we have all been lied to and that a currency based on faith and paper without a tangible asset behind it (Besides the blood and sweat of American workers) is unsustainable, and history proves it. To remind me that we are all being robbed by a hidden, malicious tax referred to as inflation.
If the mighty dollar loses it’s prowess as the world reserve currency I figure many of those people I see speeding to wherever they need to go will be walking a bit more with me. Frankly I wouldn’t mind the company.
At the end of my walk I realized that the leaves are beginning to fall from the trees. Fall is my favorite season. On September 24th when we play Folsom live for the first time, I hope the nights will be much cooler. I hope the night will have that smell I love that suggests rain and winter are coming.
When I’m on stage singing about love and our American Landscape, maybe some in the audience will swear they recognize the singer from somewhere………
“Is that the Vagabond on the side of the road with the disgusting mustache?!”