Tuesday, June 24, 2014
Letter To Sunny
To My Beautiful Friend, Sunny...
I thought that I would get this post finished and published today. Unfortunately, that isn't going to happen.
I have too many photos that have to be edited and too much to say...and I have too little time to get it all done, today. But I will keep working on it...little by little and bit by bit.
I am going to be up against some tough odds in the next few hours. I am going to have to get picked up and driven to another community that is farther south tonight. Or get some help so that I am not stuck outside in the park again.
I spent the night before last in a rest area and last night I sat on a wooden bench in a small park. I have not bathed or really slept in three days.
I am in a village where people have quite a bit of money. That is why I cannot get any help. As you know, Sunny...those that have a fortune usually don't want to share any of it. They just want to guard it.
My second attempt to begin hitchhiking across New York State failed this past Sunday. Nobody stopped. When the sun began to set, the cops loaded me into one of their rigs and drove me back to Pennsylvania.
Now I need to wash my clothes...and take a bath...and eat a decent meal...and sleep in a bed. But I won't be able to do it anywhere around here. I am going to have to hitchhike approximately twenty-five miles farther south and see if the folks in that city will help me cover my basic human needs.
They could afford to help me do what I need to get done, here. But they just don't want to.
There are thunderstorms looming on the horizon now and heavy rain slated for tomorrow. On top of that, this village is going to undergo a power outage tonight which is related to some sort of maintenance that they do at the beginning of every Summer.
But I was way too tired to attempt to hitchhike out of here this morning. Instead, I took a nap while I waited for the library to open and then waited for all of caffeine that is in my system now...to totally kick in. I am more awake now and I am praying that someone will stop and offer me some real assistance.
I doubt that anyone will walk up the road wearing a funny hat and a crooked grin...like you did. No, you're one in a million, Sunny and your son, Elijah, is very, very blessed to have you for his mother.
I thought about that when I was sitting on the bench last night. So many people ignored me because they just didn't care. But when I looked around at all of the fancy houses...hunched together in the stillness...I also realized that your chickens and roosters will never be welcome on any front porch in this village. No, Sunny, they never will.
This town is not yours.
(To Be Continued)