I’d listen to him…

The highway stretched over the Michigan line…we used to drive it everyday…pop would wanna go for a ride…get outta the house for awhile and see colors of the fall…snow in winter…summertime greens…

He’d talk the whole time…say things ’bout bein’ up in space…an astronaut…or swimmin’ in the ocean amongst sharks and dolphins…crazy talk ’bout livin’ at the mercy of NASA…the harsh training they put him through…endless nights of hunger and no sleep…pushin’ the human body to its limits…he talked of these things…

We’d drive by farms and ranches…said one time he was a cowboy…could rope a steer in no time flat…said he used to wake up in the mornin’s and go on cattle drives…be gone all day out on the Texas praries…keepin’ the herds movin’…chuck wagon wasn’t far behind…

And he went on and on and on ’bout bein’ a great detective…solvin’ crime after crime for her majesty the queen…bustin’ cases wide open for Scotland Yard…said he knew Sherlock Holmes…used to drink yards of beer with Watson…

There was just talk on those rides…he’d go on forever with wild imagination…endless chatter of when he was young and life was adventerous…or…as adventerous as he could make up…

They were all tall tales of course…ficticious stories made up by a man who wanted desperately in life to be somebody…somebody important…’stead of just a guy with a wife and kids…pumpin’ gasoline and lookin’ at outta state plates…wishin’ he too was goin’ somewhere…he always wanted to go somewhere…

So…we’d drive into the night…lookin’ at starlight and moonbeams shinin’ off the Chevy’s hood…a silvery glow as we went down the highway…and drivin’ on backroads…listenin’ to an old man talk… crazier than ten whores on crack… but I’d listen to him…I’d listen to him…

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