Fridays With Freddy
Afoot and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune – I myself am good-fortune.
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing.
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth – that is sufficient.
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
Still here I carry my old delicious burdens.
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever I go.
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them.
I am fill’d with them, and I will fill them in return.
-Walt Whitman
“Or – said another way…Road Trip!”
Freddy