There were 99 things that did not bother Godfrey, only beets all his life was dislike he took seriously, also moths, heights, caves, bullies, war, greed, things thrown at him from moving cars, and all level of bigotry. He was quite the observer and oft wrote to me, of the things he would see, standing next to a highway.
Godfrey wrote, “Though I prefer leafy trails and tidal crossings wide, as a vagabond at times I must hitch for a ride, on a busy modern roadside.” “I have seen hoof prints in dust, and words carved on a tree, “Across this vast domain Tencendur carries me- 1973″ Have observed in a deep ditch, watercress plants, and a packet of someones brand new, carelessly tossed underpants. There have been ripe Thimble berries, and overgrown pathways I have thrashed through the thorns to explore, and found empty houses full of stories, warped porches in late stages of decay….Who lived here? before this back road and orchard was widened into highway.
Next to a highway, he found a record album , a 33rpm, worn and old, faded cover photo of a couple by a barn- cow girl and a scowling gunslinger, time has eroded the autograph, but still he made out the words,” to Fred from Audrey Clunk, Country Girl Singer”. “I left it, said Godfrey, at the next roadside cafe, if whomever lost the record should pass that way”
Next to a highway, have seen road kill of every species and size, Nova Scotia to Peru and points in between. I have found discarded literature in volumes, most of it vulgar and obscene. Have seen The Rockies panorama, and life’s many passing dramas, and I’d not trade the roughest day.. next to the highway.
“I remain the thinker, and sitter on stones”, writes our friend, the young Vagabond Hawken, “I carry as a light touch on the shoulder, the wisdom Godfrey left to me, the day we spent in deep contemplation of life, in that prairie truck stop booth, next to the highway. “I recall the mingled smells of sweat and coffee, tang of chicken soup, the drool of onions frying, crack of egg, snizz of burger being turned”. this I learned from Godfrey- “You miss out on too much, wasting time being angry” Go to your bed at night a wee bit cold and hungry, “Gundy- Guts up to life’s Buffet, offer it up to joy, and though not easily done, let the rest go, in peace end each day” “Ancient this grotto, an alpine canyon wall, I am quenching my thirst face first with the sweetest water I have ever known. Sun through Beech forest dapple lights the summit of the pass, I stand one foot in Westland, one in Otago, Soon will be time to leave the track and go, seeking that place of understanding, is where you will find me, may pass by me, standing next to a highway..