The Real Story Is Out There............

Oliver thought....... 'It's a big world out there, as he walked straight out into the Sea.'

To Stimulate thought among'st the Stars...........

That Pale Blue Dot Thingy........... by Carl Sagan... always seemed to dial in the focus.

The Real Story........  among'st the Vastness...........

The Real Story Is Out There........

Reds Marker

Oliver thinks it was around the same time as Hemingway was traipsing around and inbetween  the Sister Citys of Key West and Havana.

Here at Latitude 10 or thereabouts  was almost nothing.... In later years they made a really entertaining surf nut's  movie down here Endless Summer with many natural beauty scenes... and that was over 20 years ago already...

Reds Marker was the name of the only shanty bar around in the late 40's........ it was owned by a fellow named Trever there is still a picture of him on a wall in a faded black and white photo in a frame with glass over the picture

Trever was a big man he was wearing long pants with no shirt worn up high with a thin belt he was standing next to one of those Willy Jeep Station Wagons........ Some back then  called him a Conservation Guide... well way back in those days...... there were no paved roads to  or anywhere near Playa Iguanita...  just a lot of mud and hardship on those rutted Ox Cart Trails...........

His location there was on the shore.. a river ran out nearby.. and there were occasionally some crocodiles around.... Fleetless Clouds hung overhead... even though they say there is no such word.. that is  exactly what they were... overhead fleetless  they just stood there virtually Still....  or fleetless with little or no movement... it was balmy and stifling hot... why you could almost reach up and touch them out behind the place in the distance  was a volcano... that sometimes puffed towering smoke and then ash would fall..........
almost a like a light snow........ a dusting.

Call it Theatrical Wander Lust... if you like........  before all of the above happened you see there had been a plane crash in the sea not so far away.... the weather was bad at their destination so they had to divert the big float plane.. well it cartwheeled on landing  as the right pontoon snagged something just below the surface and the passenger door wound up  jammed no matter how hard that big man Trever  beat on it to get it open.......  it remained deformed and latched,sadly some drowned.

It was just kind of known around there after that incident  that  the big strong man had a good heart... however you might not want to piss him off unless you cared for a beating he could be touchy ... the big burly sensitive  type.

Next time you find yourself around Latitude 10 on Bahia Culebra  in Central America... come have a visit...  have a look around for the old concrete foundation there is still some Red Paint on it  at the old location of Reds Marker.

                                Oliver.

Sentimental Bread

Sentimental Bread:

From the pages of some long ago misplaced journal:
The dust and ink fell off the pages through the ether...........
To Olivers Quill.

"For the home of the Revolutionary is where we long the most to be"

A cabin deep in the solitude and peace of the  woods......
To Escape the  Repugnance  .......

Sentimental Bread:

Undoing A Spark That Was Caused

Oliver would like to think of things that,  'They are of Risk'

Or I guess you could say Fucking with no Condom.

Why the undoing of  spark that was caused.

You Smell Differently.... Your   Olfactory's .................

OH Oliver.............The World is your   TV.

Home of the Hefting Strange Giant.

Dr. Medley,  Why do you call me?

Do you serve all minds or just mine?

I smell smoke all over.

Every Ounce of Perception.

Rendezvous ................

Undoing A Spark That Was Caused.

Babbling Time

Oliver sez............

Why,  we would all be rich if we got paid for babbling.

Of course a society's politicians... would even get extra for their poor hair doo's  and bulging eyes due to  overactive thyroids.......

As Oliver drove by the enormous cemetery yesterday... he  Snap Saluted all the tens of thousands why the millions even  that were in there earthen homes,  as he went by.

He has a distant relation in there from the 1600's and that Plymouth Rock business........

Upon  Israel Cole's Plymouth Rock  grave is inscribed....." You find the place where I am laid to molder in the dust.
As you must be, tis only said that I am here first" gut wrenching funny........ or

Well that is good for a chuckle...... don't you think?  Humor eternal  is our only saving grace.

Olivers Granny had a green metal  box of old Silver coins you know about the size of a medium fishing tackle box...... when he was a boy she showed them to him  ohhhhhhhh  how his eyes sparkled and she said one day Oliver this will be yours sweetie...........

Why they were the old  pure silver ones even.... somehow they  performed a disappearing  act...between the time she passed away and Olivers  due receivership of them a slight of hand on someones part............... imagine.

Dead Cockroaches upon their backs legs pointed skyward some not quite dead yet clawing heaveward........Pity............

Its all really just .........  Babbling Time during the interim between birth and death, Isn't it, don't you think so too?

Charmed  I am sure......... goo goo ga ga gee gee handling Serpents and speaking in Tongues.

Abba wa ba laba boo boo............ la la la la la la..............

Babbling Time.