Close Calls

Having lived as long as I have, I have had many so-called "close calls."  Recalling a California memory for my son Aaron last week,  I then elaborated it in memory,  both as it seems in reality;  and then as an extension of memory.   During my last residence in Venice (Calif.) I body surfed at night sometimes below the fishing piers with a group of crazies.   Sometimes we were on acid,  sometimes we had smoked "dope,"  I guess at times just alcohol was involved,  and often none-of-the-above.

As I shared with him,  I do not have a single memory of anyone having really hit one of those piers,  but it had to have happened over the years,  without doubt.  I had a close call where I just kind grazed one,  tore up the skin on an arm and it got me out of the water for an examination.  The fictional account included  splinters, blood and a creosote smell, but did not,  when I try to sort it out, really happen (?).

The is a prelude to an advertisement for a time when I will not longer be able to write this BLOG.  It will be when my "wake"  is to be held along Highway 35 in Wisconsin,  from  Bay City to Fountain City,  all the small towns,  camping places,  parks,  bars and restaurants,  shops, and the like.  This will be to celebrate   i m p e r m a n c e (especially those who come,  but mine as well).  My hope is the people will wear orange clothing,  hats and such so they can identify each other as part of the celebration.  My further hope is that no one disqualify themselves because of time or money limitations.   You can stay as long or short as you wish,  and in any manner you can afford (eg.  if you cannot afford lodging,  fine,  sleep during the day on beach, in a car or truck ... whatever works). 

When will you know when this is going to happen?   My wife, sons and associates will hit the grape vine,  and this BLOG  will provide lists of resources for your use.  For example,  the A-Z Farm, above Stockholm on the bluff has a pizza dinner on their grounds every Tuesday evening.  My hope is that there might be a gathering there at least once.  Overlooking Alma is a park not to be missed,  Buena Vista.   I would be hugely pleased if people could come there as part of their stay on the coast.
A three CD album set of music has been prepared by a good friend from Minneapolis,  and that will be available for audio celebration  Enough,  for now.  Thanks in advance for coming.   Zoom,   Don