Heading Home

Old Kadizzle is somewhere 30,000 feet over Kansas.  Leaving the East Coast behind. For some time Kadizzle speculated where all the poor people where, for too long Kadizzle has been living in relative prosperity, and traveling in relative prosperity.  Well Kadizzle found plenty of poor people on this trip. Yesterday Mrs. Kadizzle gave the old man a bum steer. Jasper said the bikes Kadizzle saw in the bike rack for rent were electric. Not long after he started to pedal he found out he was wrong.  So like a fool Kadizzle went down hill from the church where Patrick Henry made his speech. The plan was to bike along the canal. Using dead wreckoning Kadizzle thought he could find his way. Well this did not work so well. Soon he was pedaling along a gravel road by the railroad tracks making his own route.  It never did take him where he wanted to be so he decided to go back up hill to Uncle Ben’s home. This route took Kadizzle through a predominantly black area. As the old fat white man pedaled up the hill huffing and puffing he got some strange stares from the locals. Kadizzle began to feel like a cat working it’s way through a neighborhood of dogs.  

Eventually Kadizzle emerged from what seemed like a menacing area and then found out from Uncle Ben it was not considered friendly territory for the bleached out crowd.  Moving toward Denver at 549 mph feels good. The West seems better and better. The crowded city life of Richmond, Pittsburgh, and Philadelphia is disappearing behind. Kadizzle never thought he would become a prairie dog, but it seems to have grown on him.  Until you spend time in the tight quarters of the East you forget the casual openness of the west. At home we live on damn near an acre. After spending days in row houses that seems like a farm. Then there is the noise, the dingers drive about with rumble cars and rumble stereos with the intent of making sure no one goes without sound.  

Now on the up side there is food.  Good eating places abound. Last night Kadizzle was treated to a real fru fru dinner served like one of the fancy food shows.  Unused to such elegance Kadizzle thought the appetizers were the meal, they were excellent and full of unique flavors. The main course also was a delight, but actually the warm up food was better.  With a wood fired bakery making breakfast, and a pub across the street Little Joey was in heaven.

So now we land in Denver and then on to Bismarck.  If the lord smiles upon this orthodox agnostic we will have two tickets to the United Lounge for the economically empowered. There with those whose farts have no odor we will lounge until our next flight.