Lost

No. Not that LOST. Then I’d have to explain things to the wife and I’d be in a lot of trouble.

I went out shopping today by my lonesome. I had several things left to pick up for the wife’s Christmas and a few things for the kids.

The kids both have the flu and the wife stayed home with them. The original plan was a day out on Monday for Sam’s birthday and he had planned to head to his favorite place in the world, Joe’s Classic Video Games. So I headed downtown to pick up some things I know he’ll enjoy.

And then I took a wrong turn.


I ended up in a run down part of town. Somewhere I’d never seen before. It was surprising to see the change from gentrified downtown to this. It really shows you where the money is spent and where it isn’t. It’s sad.

Some people can buy it and don’t care. Others can’t afford it and put care into what they have. A little paint here, a live plant there, shows love for where one lives.

The bought side is perfection all the way. But not somewhere I’d rather be.


Back in the world of shiny plastic and traffic, I grabbed some lunch, finished up my shopping, and headed out of the city. I’m a country boy at heart. I was born and raised there, and the cities aren’t for meβ€”even the small ones. I wouldn’t say I like town that much.

I took a turn off the main road and headed down a back road I used to run a lot when I drove a Coke truck.

And then I took a wrong turn.


Except this time it was just a long, winding country road that I’d never needed to go down before, just like I didn’t need to go down it today.

I had no signal, and my map wasn’t working on the phone, but how bad could it be. All roads lead somewhere, and they either connect to another or end. The worst-case scenario was I’d have to turn around.

I was listening to a political podcast and thinking about our country and the way it is right now.

We’ve lost the signal, our map isn’t working.

The bestcase scenario is that we have to turn around.


That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

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