Hitchhiking to western Mass out route 2 with Bisa, a 1963 Starliner with three overweight middle aged good ol’ boys lining the front seat, and naturally drinking beer. More interesting the driver only had one arm, and outside of the count I did not fully traps this situation until after I got settled in and we were flying down the road. This road is fairly straight, however as one drives west it climbs and as it climbs it develops winds into the Berkshires.
I really miss that drive, usually I drove it, in fact I think that once may be the only time I hitched a ride. but for me the drive itself was really fun, it took about 1.5 hours. It was the period before the chain stores took over the small towns so when you pulled off the main road to investigate a small town with an old english name founded in 1687, you would find a small downtown with local businesses selling items more specific to this specific town and one or two local restaurants offering a fare of home style foods and ten cent, unlimited refills, coffee.
New England had, and perhaps still has, a sense of its own, and there were times I left a part of that, usually driving around which meant I was just getting high on the vibes, like a vicarious experience watching a film.
I bought this house in 1993 and have lived here since, but the town has no culture, no history, no identity, and after all this I still cannot feel a sense of belonging to the place where I live.
Its a bright Sunday morning and I am looking at zen and wondering why it wants. Daruma is supposed to have said “Buddhas don’t do good, Buddhas don’t do bad” but if knowing the difference between good and bad was an evolutionary tool we created for survival then maybe its better to be unawakened and survive than to be enlightened and never had the opportunity to experience the universe. However species survival is a social phenomenon while enlightenment is an individual experience and the two make up a never ending dialectical process of human life.
We were at the grocery store late last night and there was a line at the single open register. Everyone had at least one bottle of liquor which meant they could not use the computerized check out. The register ran out of small money and the manager was on a break. I got to wondering why I was here at all and if maybe I had thought ahead I could have avoided this situation. But then the person standing next to me said every situation is the same and it makes no difference.