Nomadic. Storyteller. Soul searcher. Experience hungry. Music carnivore. Dreamer of better things. They call me H.C. You can find stories about my travels, stories from my decades on earth, and thoughts about why the world turns in our vast universe.
Driving through the wild Wyoming Mountains with a young hippie girl as “50 ways to leave your lover” plays on the tape that she made for me. I can’t believe that she loves me.
I slam the door. “Go ahead and kill yourself” goes through my head. The radio plays “Sounds of Silence”.
We get done making love in the warm afternoon sunlight. “Cecilia” plays softly in the background.
The flood gate of memories is opened as Paul Simon is playing in Bend, Oregon.
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