Blog 1330 – 05.01.2019
There is a line in one of my all-time favorite movies, While You Were Sleeping, with Sandra Bullock and Bill Pullman, where Bill Pullman’s character says to Sandra’s, “I live by maps.” Old school even then with so many feeling the need to GPS everything. But I have found in my far-flung travels that often a phone signal is sketchy at best as is access to my Goggle Maps. So I have gotten into the habit in any state that I plan to be in for a while of purchasing a Delores Atlas & Gazette of that state. I am looking at just such a one for the state of Indiana that I bought about five years ago when I was working here. Mapmaking is a long and storied profession. One footnote that probably most of you know already is that this whole hemisphere, the Western Hemisphere, the Americas, take their name from Amerigo Vespucci, Italian explorer, cartographer (map maker) entrepreneur.
Just right after knowing Who and Whose you are, it often comes in handy to know Where you are. I like to joke that I always know where I am even if I may not know the particulars of where that is. Fortunately my truck turns right around, if it takes a little more room doing it when pulling the trailer. My, but it was so much easier to drive to my new town, Bloomington, Indiana, after unhooking the camper trailer, at the Lake Monroe Village campground on Monday. It reminded me of how light-footed walking was after spending an hour or two in roller-skates as a kid. Someday we will shed the heavy weight of this body and fly as freely as any bird or any angel ever did.
And we won’t need a map but for the time being they sure come in handy. This morning I am mapping out a different route to a second of day of training in Franklin, Indiana. Yesterday because a bridge was out on State Road 44 I had to back track and take 252 to detour around. Still since I had allowed some extra time (Always a good plan) I made it on time for training. The map beside me came in handy to re-route on the fly.
We have within us, I think, an internal compass, that always finds “true north.” Our spirits like our bodies have a natural buoyancy and will rise to the top, find our way “home.” As the saying goes, “Home is where the heart is” or as my funny dad used to tell diner guests, “Make yourself at home. If your aren’t at home you ought to be.” I, like many of you, used to get so frustrated with myself for missing a turn or making what I thought was a wrong turn but then I came to find that often these unplanned side trips often turn out to be unexpected treasures themselves.
Home To Stay
My dad’s next to youngest brother, Walter, never finished school, there was World War II In which he enlisted, at fifteen, to become a paratrooper with the 101st Airborne Division where he served in the famous Battle of The Bulge. Walt was never one to consult a map. He preferred to just find his way across country and he made many trips in his car with his family. I was fortunate to be along on more than one of those adventures.
My Uncle’s preference not withstanding I still enjoy planning trips and picking from the various ways to get there on a map. Going someplace I have never been before is always a thrill and often coming back to previously known places can be fun too. Life is a beautiful mix of the familiar and the unfamiliar. One of the most surprising things about travel is how much like home even new places seem and how familiar even new faces are for wherever we may roam we always find home and family with or without a map.
Your friend and fellow traveler,