Backpack Schlepping and Vote for Kinky

Aloha,

I’m not usually political here and y’all vote for whoeveryou want to, but if I were a Texan, I would be sporting this bumper sticker:

http://www.kinkyfriedman.com/index.html

Heck, I’m getting one anyway since we did have a few favorite sons at the Alamo! I have read his novels and I like a man who likes a good cigar. He is a true independent and has a sense of humor. Imagine that in a politician. Ibecame familiar withhim in the 70’s and have lovedhis satirical music since I saw Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jewboys on tour. I figure we are all on the grand tour of Life and “The grand tour is just the inspired man’s way of heading home.” wrote Paul Theroux. Remember when you read or saw Theroux’s The Mosquito Coast.In it, we learn a little about why man is here and I tend to agree with Charlie who says,
My father often talked of things being revealed – that was true invention, he said. Revealing something’s use and magnifying it; discovering its imperfections, improving it, and putting it to work for you. God had left the world incomplete, he said, and it was man’s job to understand how it worked, to tinker with it, and to finish it. I think that was why he hated missionaries so much – because they taught people to put up with their earthly burdens. For father, there were no burdens that couldn’t be fitted with a set of wheels, or rudders, or a system of pulleys.
We were given minds and we produce stuff. And then we make stuff that holds other stuff. Take backpacks for instance.
I bought my first backpack from an army surplus store when I was ten.I camped out one or two nights a week in back yards or on the nearby creek bank.We smoked grape vines and rabbit tobacco and drank from canteens.After I joined the boy scouts, I got a better backpack from their official store in Oak Ridge and used it until I well into college.It took me through several camporees, jamborees, and summer camps.Even in those days I lived by the code of “I travel light; as light, that is, as a man can travel who will still carry his body around because of its sentimental value,” wrote playwright Christopher Fry
When I got to college, I went to an outdoor store in Nashville when visiting my sister and got one from the Pack Rat and that served me well for a decade. A traveler must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing.- Thomas Nashe
I had a duffle I used from the old outdoor store Abercrombie and Fitch when it was an adventure supplier rather than a fashion outlet throughout the eighties. It eventually became too tattered to use. I remember how excited I got when I read each of the old travel journals from the original Banana Republic catalog that came by mail before it went retail and ventured from the bush toward Madison Avenue. This world is mine to walk on, ride on, and fly over. No one really owns anything. Nothing is permanent. “There are no foreign lands. It is the traveler only who is foreign.” – Robert Louis Stevenson

In the early nineties, I bought a small L.L. Bean that accompanies me on every trip. It is compact and lightweight and user friendly with plenty of pockets and zippers. “Tourists don’t know where they’ve been, travelers don’t know where they’re going.” – Paul Theroux

Of backpacks, I put away my daily work while on a plane returning from somewhere to some other place and wrote between bites of pretzels:

I bought a backpack in 1975
To wander about with my stuff
Toted it around to flea bag hotels
And treated it corn cob rough
My Davy Crockett carrying sack
Was filled with dreams and stash
With Daniel Boone possibilities
My adventure filled travel cache
Multi zippers, straps, and spaces
Contained in this textile temple
All man’s needs to preserve & hold
When assets were few and simple
Scads & scores of journeys before
My carrier encircles planet earth

Across millions and millions of miles

My Knapsack’s transientWorth

I guess my body is really asack and in thatsack is my real net worth of truth and love.

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be.”…even if it is with a back ache. I guess that’s why they make Advil.

Spirit in a Material World,
Hicks

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