Petty annoyances littered the weekend. Bread dough that didn’t rise. Computer issues. A car in the shop. A cold that I can’t shake. This is all trivial, of course. Before the heart of the matter, if you will. Nonetheless, it served as adequate kindling to set me out seeking for a late Sunday escape.
With Kurt Vonnegut ringing in my head, I turned on the second half of the Raiders’ game. (Their opponent escapes me already – a team from the Southeast part of the country.) Sebastian Janikowski, a reliable veteran kicker who scored from sixty-three yards a couple of years ago, sailed two to the left that were both well within his range. The Raiders lost in a close score.
The time on the screen was split fairly evenly between football and ads for the holidays. It’s all orchestrated with the highest of polish, yet still comes across as the most indelicate and crass way. There was one pitch from the network that promised us the absolute very best Thanksgiving ever if we stay tuned into their TV station all of that day. For Christmas and other upcoming gift-giving events, it seems that this year everyone is buying an expensive car or SUV, shiny jewelry, the newest and fastest smartphones, lots of alcohol and overpriced pharmaceutical drugs for erectile dysfunction.
All of this kept me looking for relief elsewhere. I found it.
“Coming, coming, coming around
Coming around, coming around, in a circle
Escaping through the lily fields, I came across an empty space
It trembled and exploded, left a bus stop in its place
The bus came by and I got on, that’s when it all began
There was Cowboy Neal at the wheel of the bus to never ever land.”
- Bob Weir
The Other One