He’s always been different, he listened to white folks music. He knows all these strange kinds of people. He’s out there” He loves that Lily Tomlin”
These are just a few of the comments my family has made about me over the last hundred years. I didn’t think I was different, but I wasn’t mainstream.
My first record was “I’m a Believer” by the Monkees and my first albums was by Burt Bacharach it was the soundtrack of Butch Cassidy on the Sundance Kid. I loved to read and I loved politics at and early age.
I didn’t listen to KDIA an R&B(Black) Station in the San Francisco Bay Area and I didn’t listen to KFRC an Rock station (White) I listened to KYA and KNBR.
I was never content living in a circle or box and doing the same things… I was and continue to be interested in nearly everything imaginable
There is a saying… I’m not sure where it originated from, but for me it was very true. “You can’t go back to the farm-after you’ve seen Paree” When I left home for college, my world was forever changed, When I returned home, my family seemed different. Suddenly,they seemed dull and boring.
I desperately missed my family and looked forward coming home during the holidays and within minutes, I would ask myself why? “Ah it was The Walton’s fantasy I had in my head.
After a while, I visited less. No one called or knew I’d moved to New York.
Before I was 21, I borrowed a $750 from Household Finance and traveled to Europe. Not fully realizing the conversion rates and I before I knew it, I was out of cash in Paris and walked around and slept on park benches for two days.
Once arriving in New York, I cashed in the New York-San Francisco Leg of my ticket and took the bus so that I would have some cash when I returned home.
While I loved dearly loved my family. The lives seemed to be on a 30 minute cassette loop, nothing ever seem to change. Outside of church, occasional trips to Reno, and Sunday Visits to Red Lobster there lives seemed limited.
No hint of what was happening in the world. Just a continual loop.
If you wait for it, it will come… the drama, the gossip, the same stories. There were many times I would say to myself damm, same ole shit-different day. Nothing EVER changed. I wanted to slap all of them as if to say. come one guys…..This again, Really!
One day, I realized this is who they are and the problem was mine,not their’s They are content in there world as I am in mine.
I spent a lot of time,wishing and hoping for something instead of accepting what is and enjoying whats there. Time lost. By the way-I like the cheddar biscuits at Red Lobster too.
Speaking of Lily Tomlin….
This is one of my favorites bits Lud & Marie Meets Dracula’s Daughter Enjoy