Its so flat you can see for *

...walking                into Fort Wayne Indiana.  An old "stock cane" whose handle lost its bend (one would think there was a word better than handle, more descriptive than         say       handle)  in the humidity of a few years in Central America, would have been better traded for a reasonable foot and a pair of         of Roller blades.  

* Two hundred years.

Thinking about a lot of things is easy while walking, these days.  Relatively unencumbered by cars willing to pick up  "hitchhikers".  Recalling  a  text article about a guy  named  Little Turtle.  Some how entwined in the rivers          The Saints, (Joe and Mary) the Maumee, the Wabash, et ux et al.  was a fellow named Little turtle and         Mad Anthony (Wayne)  (Remember Wayne, from where this and I were headed...)  Looking for the reference in two other windows, since the top of the page,   I can't quote it without permission so       If you would, go to this long winded title  "http://www.archive.org/stream/cu31924097747681/cu31924097747681_djvu.txt"

and use find or ctrl + f   with a reference to Fort Wayne, then read backwards.  Guys like Hamtramck and Napoleon start popping up in the backpeddle.  

Along what is today a very cold and windy walk are the lingerings of atrocities, losses, and    [victories]?  of two centuries.                                                                                                                    Paste:         "War," exclaimed Napoleon in anguish, as he wit- nessed its horrors, "Is the science of barbarians." 
  end paste.

I don't think there are any victories.  

A personal one, today, would be         shelter before it rains          hard.          

              

 

Indiana for the Geographically Challenged

Closer to the present: 

I saw the ads and just had to go.  

To get away from it all                   Down in Kokomo.

The home of Stained and Opalescent Glass

The Place Free or Nearly so...      ...Gas.

Its where we want to              go

Way down in...            ... Kokomo.    

I thought maybe       once      I could be an artist, make things, Paint things, even  maybe make "virtual" things, they aren't even real, so...           ...one makes a "wireframe" globe and light source, and applies a "real" photo to the light source as a gel, then focus it on the

                     

inside of the "wireframe" globe.  

Is it really art if no one ever sees it?  Will someone carve it on a pyramid to be interpreted in five hundred years?  

Virtual "art" is                  more fragile than glass.  Even more than Stained Glass, (readily available in Kokomo).  I guess I prefer stained glass, even if none of it is really "Art".  Especially here, in Kokomo.

Starting somewhere in the Middle.

I'm pretty sure the letters above the Trevi Fountain  are a disclaimer.  Not being able to read it exactly, 

But...              ...I think the sign in the hotel across from Amsterdam's Centraal Station said "Rooms $5.00 per hour, $7.00 with sheets, $10.00 with Clean sheets".  And in retrospect, pretty sure it is 4353 miles to Wall Drug.  

Its all a little fuzzy, now.

Being Homeless has the advantage of making every where you'd go,  much closer.