I’ve resumed the walking I used to do back when I was recovering from surgery last September, about a mile and a half every night. It’s funny how exercise and being alone gets the mind thinking. Tonight my mind garfed onto all the places I’ve traveled in my life. Thinking about my beginnings as some dumb kid in Tewksbury, Massacusetts. If you had told me, say fifty years ago, that I would have traveled to the places I have traveled far and beyond the town I grew up in I would have told you you were crazy.

But I think about all the places I’ve traveled to – places like Orlando, and Bermuda (I think four times), and the Carnival and Royal Caribbean cruises that took me to Puerto Rico, and Barbados, and San Juan, and St. John, and St. Lucia, and St. Kitts, and St. Maarten, and Cozumel, and Playa del Carmen, and Puerto Vallarta, and Mazatlan, and Cabo San Lucas, and Jamaica, and the Grand Caymans, and Key West, and the Bahamas. And other travels to India, and Montana, and Las Vegas, and Arizona, and Quebec, and Toronto, and New Orleans, and San Francisco, and San Diego, and Newport, Rhode Island; not to mention actually living in places like Kentucky and Arizona – I mean, who could have imagined that?

I have been very fortunate in my life, but I also realize that all this traveling is a by-product of some severely restless bones. I’ll go to my grave convinced that God called me to be an Episcopal priest, but why that didn’t happen I’ll never know. Instead, I’m left with just me and a restlessness so present that I almost can’t fall asleep at night without thinking of places I ought to be or ought to think about visiting. Talk about not living in the present! Some people would see this as a sad state of affairs, to be sure. Me? I just go with the flow – there are worse things than having a nice house and yard to putter around in here in Gilbert, Arizona as a central point of operation – especially during the winter months up in the northern climes!

The purpose of this post? Who knows? My life is an open book. If it weren’t for transcendence and imagination I don’t know how I would survive.

Don’t it all make you want to rock and roll? How about those background vocals by none other than Lindsay Buckingham and Stephanie Nicks (you might know them from another band they would join shortly after this recording was made back in 1975…).

Come to think of it, Linda Ronstadt did a pretty fine version of this song as well. The video that accompanies the song tells you how hot she was back in the late ’70s. And she was at that!