Bff Reports ... 004 Hand Shake*

Black-footed Ferret Reports: 

Dispatch 4 from DumbFuck Nation, United States of Absurdia 

As usual, I was up and out as soon as the morning sun shown. I got a tip that seven miles outside Taos is the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge and I just have to see it. Very early in the morning, I toodled around Taos, a very attractive town square with gazebo, drank my coffee and glommed on the WIFi of the hotel until a police officer slowly cruised by. Once again, the CA plates defy my undercover desire. He made me nervous, so I slipped away. Maybe I’ll meet Miles Mathis another time. 

I drove out to the Bridge and was glad to see a Rest Area at the sight, I needed a little wipe down. No one seemed to be there, so I wandered and took in the view. (Incidentally, all my time in New Mexico, the earth seemed pretty flat. We will leave that discussion for another time.) I was cracking up a bit from the loneliness. There probably weren’t ten people in this county. I played my guitar on the bench and cried through some of my favorite love songs. I really missed her. 

Suddenly a man appeared, a groundskeeper or custodian, as he started to do the morning chores and unlocked the bathrooms. He came over to me and listened, said he’d be back to show me a few licks after his duties. Sure enough, a little later he sat right next to me and asked to play my guitar. I always hate handing my guitar to someone else. They either bang on it too strongly or never intend to give it back. He had those qualities, but I relented. 

Julien was his name and I introduced myself. He had a unique style and was a very good player. He did a love song he wrote, a real rocking cover of the Beatles' One after 909, and another original about the virus, very dark. He then wanted to get back to work, but I made him listen to my song, BUNNY HUTCH. 

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About the third verse I could see his jaw was on his chest and wanted to escape. I finished and said, “Now you shake my hand.” I could see him back away; he had on his work gloves. I said, “Now you shake my hand. You got your germs all over my guitar, I didn’t question you. Now, shake my hand.” A big, bright smile formed and he took his right glove off, we shook hands, wished each other the best in these troubled times. It would be another week before I had the pleasure to do that again. 

It was a beautiful, warm sun, clear day at the top and end of the world as far as I was concerned. I meditated quietly on a bench a half mile hike away for what seemed like the longest time. I cried for the state of this country. I was in a glorious cathedral and I felt like shit. 

I took off about noon to take the Corona Cure… 

Dispatch 5 of the Black-footed ferret Reports in DumbFuck Nation coming soon…

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