Yesterday right as I was leaving for lunch, a very nice man stopped by the Railway. To be honest, I was about to head out, and thought. Okay. this will be about asking to use the Railway. NOPE! He mentioned that he was going to sell his house and it was loaded with boat stuff. Old lights, parts and a Chris Craft that needed refinishing. OH! I thought. Well this is gonna be interesting. I said, I can follow you there right now. And so I skipped lunch, and headed there.
Images of old gold were ripping through my head. Maybe an old triple, blue Flatheads, Iva Lights, and Duplex cans. I had already figured out how to get it all out of there, even before I got there. YES, I KNOW.. It never plays out like that. But at this point, I was in a trance, and that is fun. Like playing the lottery, its not about the prize, its about that mila second of hope you feel right before…you loose. The what if? The mystory.
So we pull up and go inside. The house is a wonderful gingerbread thing I have loved for years, and now I was able to go in the barn and look around. And clean it out if I wanted to. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Well? WARNING TO MYSELF. My A.D.D can consume me. I start spinning around. It’s overload. Like going to the mall over Christmas. I get a headache and can’t take it all in, trying to weed through the torso’s and old whatever the hell that is’s.
I am feeling bad, because the kind man is waiting as my eyes dart around trying to see if anything is here? Slowly reality is creeping in, like the lottery moment when you see that you didnt even win $1 and that the bag of Cheeto’s you got with the ticket are the real prize.
Or is it? And more important. WHAT IZ IT? So hopefully today you can wonder around and experience my dizzyness. I suppose the gold I found was a day of a story. The plan is to go back and dig through and pull out any boat related stuff and maybe, there is some true pearl in there.