Land of Sleep

The tires on that '79 Dodge Omni still look good.

Posted by B Lewis at December 15, 2014 1:45 PM

It made me cry...

Posted by Carolyn at December 15, 2014 2:58 PM

I grew up just north of there, at Weekie Wachie. But only every summer and every weekend. The weeks belonged to N Florida, which, while "home" never calls to me like the West Coast of Florida. And it's precisely as he paints it.

*sigh*

Posted by Joan of Argghh! at December 15, 2014 3:34 PM

You can take the boy off the beach, but you can't take the beach out of the boy.

In my case it was the mountains.

Posted by Jimmy J. at December 15, 2014 8:35 PM

FINALLY! Some art that doesn't seek to dig the hole deeper.

Posted by Big Mo at December 15, 2014 9:10 PM

As he spoke over the video I fell in with him and on another level visualized my own home, history, child-to-man journey.
It is said "you can never go back home" but I say we never leave home or home never leaves us. it is embedded in our core being.

Posted by chasmatic at December 15, 2014 11:12 PM

"Still waters run deep."

Posted by Cond0011 at December 16, 2014 6:14 AM

I think you're observing an essential truth Chasmatic. Nicely stated.
I was glad to see that - many thanks to you G.

Posted by DeAnn at December 16, 2014 12:08 PM

I once had a Plymouth Horizon; so basic I had to get the AM/FM radio and tape player installed. I got through undergrad and my parents only had to pay for the last term at Michigan State. That - and a pewter beer mug - was what they spent.

My golly - I worked, saved, did two years of community college before transferring - and at the last lap I asked mom and dad to help me finish it all. And they did.

And every vehicle I drove before that Blessed Plymouth was so.....


God Bless the Plymouth Horizon; the little car that shrugged off all burdens and just went on and on....

Posted by Mikey NTH at December 17, 2014 7:50 PM