Before he was born.
Before his Great Uncle Lovedren his distant Kin even, but not too much before: ....... there he was driving that old Pontiac with the 400 cubic inch engine down the grass strip in that old open pasture very fast .. he hit a wet spot and went to spinning out, lose of control, he spun and spun... making 3 or 4 360 degree rotations, but he was not counting , damn! that was exciting, kind of scary too... he tapped the brake at just the right time, the car straightened out and stopped, just the other side of those spinning merry go rounds , his inner ear caught up with him as ...
He walked up to the old farm place painted mostly white ... looked to be nobody was around, still he would be quiet.. as he walked in the front door, It was somebody's home all right.... He was just looking.
He unwittingly had walked right into his unknown past.
Now he was wearing bib overalls and had a pitch fork in his hand and a rat was writhing in a pool of blood on the floor he had just stabbed with the pitch fork... damn, there he goes as he watched himself chase another one.
He walked into the big sleeping room... there were a number of beds and he looked at one with rumpled unmade white sheets on it and a pillow... as if someone had recently been sleeping in it.
His Mother Julia of the Patton, Hall, Bacon Clan had told him once she had seen an Angel out her bedroom window as a Child .. later in life.. she told him of the visitation from the Devil...
Being quiet he heard someone snoring in the next room... dang I better be quiet he thought.. and was looking for the door to slip outside hopefully unnoticed, he knew and felt being out of time and he did not belong as more of a fact. He sensed even though these were people he was related to in the past they may not be so friendly and not recognize him..through no fault of their own and probably even likely would shoot... and not give a hill of beans.
Especially if they were really his kin, 'Ain't showed me nothing' that meant discounted in his old neck of the woods..... He kind of liked that... No on second thought he really liked it a whole lot. 'Ain't showed me nothing' those kind of sayings..... the ones that carried so much literal weight.. kind of like 'Todays ' 'Try Me Punk '
He thought to himself 'I was born, but I never was born' What the Hell?
Man there were all those cool old junk cars everywhere too.... how could there be mountains here he wondered?
But they were all around.. maybe they were more like big hills?.... ya that was it... and nestled right in the valley was the old home place with the swinging wood framed screened door with that big long spring.. he made sure not to let it slam, as he exited the house.
Sure did not seem much like Florida... though he heard there were some hills in the very North Western part of the Pan Handle.
What the hell is that? he watched a part Saint Bernard chase some weird cat looking creature through the woods... they were clear.. except for the tall straight pines he guessed that is what they were...Pines.
A fight ensued the dog had caught whatever that animal was.. and they were going at it.
He was out of Dodge City from before you see.... he slipped out the door he figured he had seen enough of Shooloo...... INDIANA.
Miss Daisy was passing through she was the mail courier... she wore a salmon colored sweater and had a slight hunch back.. She was driving a 3 wheeled Cushman gas powered mail cart/truck he asked her for a ride and hitched out of there... with her and the mail sack.
Then he woke up... it was 1:30 in the morning in the year 2015....... he was on a shores edge with a semi circle of mountains at his back......... Orion pointing towards the Pleiades that were passing again just along the edge of the roof line as he looked out towards the darkened Sea.
Whew! He wiped his brow as a figure of Speech. The Salt of the Earth. ... SHOOLOO INDIANA.
