On route via train with Alice to Boston. She gets the window seat, facing south. She holds my hand, maing it hard to read the New York Times. Pope Paul VI is seriously sick in the Vatican. It will be time for a new Pope soon. Certainly not a woman.
Now passing along the Connecticut shore with views of Long Island Sound. For welcome sight after the last 2 weeks in the mountains of West Virginia. I've made with trip many times over the past three years. Amtrak not the worst way to travel, even though the passenger cars has severely antiquated due to the federal neglect thanks to the restrictions of the Auto industry and air travel. Walking or hitchhiking is rough, but the worst is the bus. Stuck in a seat designed for a Corpses since they don't complain and and all the privacy of a cell in the tombs, but you're still open on one Center Street, despite there abysmal overcrowding.
Walking is impossible that best you can do 40 miles a day. Only losers walking America. I walk a lot. I guess I'm a loser. Not today. I'm with Alice and she's sleeping on my shoulder. The Times on the floor and we're passing through the Pine Barrens of Rhode Island. No one is sight, although last winter coming through here I spotted a young blonde naked showing off her stripper body. In the middle of the forest. I think about her often and to have been naked with her too.
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