I had received an electric guitar as a birthday gift and I worshiped Stevie Ray Vaughn. His songs and techniques were all I could hear. I snuck into Old Town bars to here blues bands play and occasionally they would cover one of his tunes. In my delivery van I kept cassette tapes of SRV to learn his phrasing.
After I worked all day I would venture out into the city. The night was full of opportunity and the sky full of stars. I sat on the hood of my car atop one of the parking garages and watched fireworks light up the riverfront during Pioneer Days. The cool river wind blew at my face.
In the tunnel that stretched from Old Town to the Downtown Plaza mosaic art moved us along.
The farmer's market appealed to all the senses.
I was young and my pores were open to all that was this time.
I can still feel it.
I would go to the river front in twilight hours and catch glimpses of river otters hunting for food.
Even in the city I would look for hiding places where I could find nature. In capital park I climbed a tree and sat looking down at tourists.
I always wanted to be observing. I just wanted to be still.
The adventures are fun, but being -- just simply being, is the great challenge.
