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The Travel Writer

The Travel Writer

I just finished reading “On the Hippie Trail: Istanbul to Kathmandu and the Making of a Travel Writer” by Rick Steves. Kim bought it for me, I think Kim saw “Hippie” in the title and thought I would like it.

I did.

The book is the recent edited and now published version of the journal that the then 23-year-old kept on his 1978 trip traveling the “Hippie Trail” from Istanbul to Kathmandu which ultimately established Steves as a travel writer and in the travel business.

A travel writer…

This book has inspired me.

I have decided I want to be a travel writer.

Yup, I finally know what I want to do when I grow up.

A travel writer.

Right about now I am guessing some of you are thinking outloud to yourselves “something doesn’t make sense here.”
And you want to jump in and say,
“But Curt, you don’t go anywhere!”
“You don’t travel!”

Okay I recognize that that could be a problem.
As a travel writer, one does need to travel.

I suppose I could make it up.
Pretend that I traveled and get my information from the internet.
But that wouldn’t be right.
That would either make me a Fiction Writer…
Or a bullshitter.
Neither of which I want to be known as.

But this traveling thing is definitely a problem.
This is the same guy who just recently needed his eleven-year-old grandson Christian from Florida to help him get to Washington D.C. on the Metro.

To be fair however, I have traveled to Western PA and written about that.

And I have gone to the Eastern Shore of Maryland and written about that.

And I have gone to New Jersey and written about that.

Doesn’t that make me a travel writer?
Are there other places?

Well maybe for now I will just travel up to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of wine.
Then I might just take a hike out to the deck and enjoy the soothing sounds of the Koi pond waterfalls as I take in the beauty of the banana trees, the tall grasses, and the palm trees in my back yard, all the while communing with the local wildlife.

And contemplate my next adventure, planning out what my very own “Hippie Trail” might look like.

And thinking, I may have just traveled it.

Postscript:

Apparently in the 60’s and 70’s, maybe influenced greatly by the Beatles’ time in India in 1968, when the Beatles traveled to Rishikesh to study Transcendental Meditation with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, the “Hippie Trail” was established. Many, in the then counterculture, made the trip from Europe to Asia traveling through Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, India, Nepal and maybe further.

Their quest, to escape Western materialism and spiritual growth.
To find peace and love.

However, peace and love ended in 1979 when Iran experienced a revolution and Russia entered Afghanistan. That was the end of the Hippie Trail.

It was a quick read and entertaining. If you relate to that era you might like it too.

“We watched the English news which seems to be more of a daily reminder that instability reigns all over this corner of the earth. You can’t put a price tag on the value of being an American. Stability. I really wouldn’t want it any other way. I am spoiled.”
(From Rick Steves’ On the Hippie Trail, 1978)

Me communing with the local wildlife

Tohubohu

Tohubohu

The whole point of protesting is to make ppl uncomfortable.

Activists take that discomfort w/ the status quo & advocate for concrete policy changes.  Popular support often starts small & grows.

To folks who complain protest demands make others uncomfortable …that is the point.

(Tweeted December 2, 2020)

 

 

I have decided it’s time.

I am coming out.

I am old enough to face the reality.

And besides, Kim’s okay with it.

I am not sure my kids will approve but they will have to live with it.

It’s time.

 

My word of the day emailed to me today was tohubohu.

(pronounced toh-hoo-BOH-hoo)

A noun of Hebrew origin that means a state of chaos, utter confusion.

 

In 1967 Abbie Hoffman along with Jerry Rubin and a few others established the Youth International Party. Its members were referred to as Yippies, not to be confused with Hippies, who were often leveraged for the cause. Hoffman and Rubin and others assisted with the organization and implementation of the 1967 anti-Vietnam War protest that breached the Pentagon and resulted in many injuries and arrests.  Their organized activities at the 1968 Democratic Convention in Chicago resulted in violent protests with many injured and arrested.  Their trial that resulted became infamous as the Chicago Eight.

As I became a teenager I identified more with the liberal causes of the day.  At the time I was reading Eldridge Cleaver’s Soul on Ice and Jerry Rubin’s DO IT: Scenarios of the Revolution.   In 1971 Abbie Hoffman released his book titled Steal This Book, which was basically a “how to” instruction guide on fighting the establishment, living freely off of society, and surviving on the street.  It even gave explicit instructions on how to organize protests and make Molotov Cocktails and pipe bombs.

I turned 15 in 1971.

Not surprising, however, the extent of my radicalization was brief because when it came right down to it, for me just having fun, girls, the beach, and music seemed so much more important than “the Revolution.”

I remember around this time, I think it was the May Day protest against the Vietnam War in May of 1971,  one of our friends came over to our house to get my brother Carl to begin their trip to Washington, D.C. to participate in the protest. The only problem was my mother got wind of what was going on and literally chased the kid out of our yard and partway down the street yelling at him all the way, calling him a communist, and basically telling him he was not going to involve her son in any communist activities.

I thought the sight of that was funny then, and maybe more funny now as I think back.

But I guess it just reinforced the fact that having fun, girls, the beach, and music was a way more productive way to spend my teenage years.  And besides, my mother was not having any communists at the dinner table.

According to the Washington Post the May Day: Demonstrators — hailing from a wide variety of social justice causes — armed themselves with anything they could find: trash, tree limbs, bottles, bricks, tires. They used the materials to form barricades across heavily trafficked sites in the District, stared into the faces of waiting police officers and prepared for a day of conflict

Seven thousand people were arrested that day, the largest mass arrest in US history.

The Weather Underground Organization (WUO), commonly known as the Weather Underground, or the Weathermen was a radical left militant organization active in the late 1960s and 1970s. The WUO organized in 1969 as a faction of Students for a Democratic Society.  In the 1970s the WUO conducted a bombing campaign that included the Capitol, the Pentagon, and the US State Department building.

I guess my point is as we ended 2020 and begin 2021, both as a tohubohu, what we witnessed last summer and last week were no doubt organized and perpetrated by homegrown terror organizations just like it has been for the last fifty or so years.  And sure, some regular folk got caught up in the moment and as a result, are guilty as charged but that is what these organizers target and expect.

And I agree, some, probably some of those regular folk, were motivated by the words of our leaders on the ground as well.

I am certainly not condoning or excusing, but our government buildings have been attacked and breached before, this is not unprecedented.

They stole the book.

I expect it will be attempted again, because like the tweet above says about protest, making people uncomfortable is the point.

But sadly, violence is too often the result.

 

Okay, it’s time.

It’s time for me to say it.

It’s time for me to admit that I have changed over the years.

It’s time for me to admit, that…

I…

Am a Republican.

A conservative Republican.

There I said it.

It’s out in the open now.

I don’t have to hide it.

 

And just for clarification…

I am not a racist.

I am not deplorable (at least I don’t think so, somebody correct me on that one if necessary).

I believe in the First Amendment and that it is for everyone.

I am a practicing Christian and believe in the right to worship whatever your faith.

I believe in the right for citizens to possess firearms.

I don’t believe in abortion, and I don’t understand how anyone who has held their infant child or grandchild can muster a good argument to defend it.

Yup, that’s it, I am a Republican.

 

So, I’m out.

 

Recently I was in an area of the church that I work in, an area that in normal times is occupied by the pre-school we have at the church, Kids Under Construction.  That part of the church is literally frozen in time with the handmade calendars on the wall with St. Patrick’s Day themes for the month of March, 2020,  the last time I saw kids in the church.  On a shelf on the wall, in between two 3-year-old classrooms, were these signs.  Signs for the kids that were pre-pandemic but so appropriate for our current situation:

And then above the two signs, there were these taped to the cinder block wall.

“In this classroom.”

“We create.”

“We celebrate each other’s success.”

“We are a team.”

“We respect each other.”

“We try our best.”

“We learn from our mistakes.”

I think if three-year-olds can learn that, I’ll bet those of us over the age of three can learn that too.

I’m in….

 

Postscript:

The tweet above was one tweeted by @AOC on December 2, 2020.

The photo above is of my communist hating mother and me, taken on Saturday, January 9th (which by the way would have been Donny’s 34th birthday) as we (my mother, my father, and me) quietly celebrated her 87th birthday!  Her actual birthday was yesterday.

And trust me, she will still chase you down the street.