Let’s Go to Germany! (Part 1: Escape Is Beautiful)
If your life seems packed with bad situations, maybe the road is calling. Here’s a chestnut about how that played out once before in my life. Cheers, MM
“Riding along on this big ol’ jetliner, I been thinkin’ about my home…” —Steve Miller Band
I started March 1978 with something of a meltdown.
There it is, in the diary, in all its flying colors: double- and triple-spaced entries, random song lyrics and unfocussed reportage of the day’s news: “Gee,” the March 2 entry reads, “I wrote a poem today.” The following day I got into a fist fight with Vince Marshall. No indication of what caused it (more evidence of general spaciness), just that it “really drained me, sore from Track. I hit him I did.”
Then, on March 4, a Saturday, this bomb dropped on the page:
“I got fired today.”
Apparently Super Sam’s went from bad to worse. After working a shift with fellow burger-flipper Jeff Brodie, I “got real bitchy at Sabrina and she fired me as we were closing down the gate around…
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