Living on the road my friend was gonna keep you free and clean

I was indeed speaking of Beagles' long drive back to civilization with the case of Dinty Moore.  In my imagination I turned his vehicle into a pickup truck.  What kind of car was it?  What color was it, not that it matters but it feeds my image of Beagles rolling out of the mountains,

I used bollocks because it sounded a bit like bollards and I think the British use it the way we do bullshit, as in Ah bollocks, and I guess it's obvious that that's the way I feel about this idea that the caravans are some major threat to the USA.  When I look up a word I just go to google and begin typing it in and half the time google will spell it out for me before I get half way through.  Tintinabulation of course comes from Edgar Allen Poe's The Bells, and I believe that Edgar is credited with with inventing the word.  I like to spread a bit of poesy around because I think perhaps the Dawgs could use a little more Literature in their lives.  You will note the way I paraphrased William Butler Yeats' The Second Coming in my third paragraph, though I should have written pitiless as the sun rather than pitiful 

As Beagles notes I too can get into high dudgeon about the gummint, but even then I would rather have a crappy government than no government at all, which is what Beagles wants.

I never thought about it, but I guess I am not of a man of nature.  I don't like to be anywhere were I can't walk a mile or two and buy a newspaper.  I would love to see the Aurora Borealis though and one night many years ago I was drinking beer in the cornfields with some kids from Mason City Illinois and I leaned my head back and there was the Milky Way.  I have never seen it again since.

I was thinking how iconic was Beagles' drive to civ, and wondering if I have anything similar.  The summer of 1966 I had a roommate who was an airman from Chanute.  I got a ride from him to Eureka, then hitchhiked down to San Franciso where Ferlinghetti had his bookstore and all the beatniks were I imagined.  I stayed in some cheap hotel above a topless bar.  At some point I hitchhiked down to Los Angeles where I knew somebody I couldn't find.  On the way down there I got a ride from some guy a little older than me whose passengers were a couple teenagers.  They were going through the glove box and throwing things out the window.  When they got a flat they just drove on the rim.  I got out right away when they turned onto an off ramp, and a cop car with its siren on came down the road right after them.  I don'know for sure if he was going after them, but I reckon I could well have spent some time in some local jail.

Maybe that is my iconic journey.  I remember Old Dog talking about some motorcycle trip where he met a girl in like Idaho but he had to leave her behind like that little girl the Calypso singer had to leave in Kingston town.  Maybe that is his iconic journey.