Lucy on the Loose S4/E1

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Resurrection

 Lucy on the Loose --  Season 4 

It's time to use this domain as a blog and travelog once again. Posts from Facebook will repeated here.. 

DEJA VU

 As I approached Gig Harbor, pulling a trailer on a windy day, I got an eerie feeling. Do you remember the infamous Tacoma Narrows Bridge from Physics 101

Nov 7 will be the 80th anniversary of the collapse.  If you've never seen the video or heard the explanation, go to YouTube. Lots of stories on there.

. 5 MINUTES LATER

 DAY2 -- 5 minutes later. ... Motivational Music....but the price went up by $1700... because I need a knee attachment to help keep my twisted leg  from turning  my toes in like they have been doing for the last 50+ years. 

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HANGER CLINIC DAY 2

 FIRST STEPS

DAY 2 at Hanger Clinic.

Moments ago...I cried ...like Debbi did in December 1969, 6 months after my accident...my previous First Step

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HANGER CLINIC -- Day 1

First day of appointments at Hanger Clinic in Gig Harbor, Washington.

I expected a busy place. It's big and quite impressive. There was one other patient there. They are spacing people out in response to Covid.

Ryan Blanck ("the inventor of this marvelous orthosis)" took a plaster mold of my  leg, told me  I may need a knee component, and warned me that I'll have to unlearn all the compensations that I have been using for more than 50 years. I was pleased to hear him say that he thinks he can unload the pressure points thay now feel like I'm stepping on a nail with every step. My GoFundMe friend, Teresa Ruckman, took these photos. She is a candidate for an Exosym, too, and is having a fundraiser if her own. Ryan gave us a tour of  the clinic.  On the Facebook Exosym page, they are calling him a god, but he's a modest do

wn-to-earth guy  who invented something marvelous. Tonight Ryan will personally build a mock-up of my Exosym. Tomorrow, I will try it out.

Ryan showed us a world map with a hundreds and hundreds of pins representing previous candidates.  Apparently, injuries like mine are not as rare as I thought. However, I am the first one to show up riding a kid's Razor Scooter from K-mart, or anywhere else. 

INSPECTOR CORY

 I have a new friend and follower on my journey. Allow me to introduce him with a ditty.

Out-of-state boaters invade the Northwest,

often transporting some unwanted pests.

But just few miles east of Spokane,

they will encounter a good-natured man.

Every last motorboat, kayak and dory

has to pass muster with Iinspector Cory.

So none of Montana's mussel mistakes

will ever be launched in Washington's lakes.

50 YEARS TODAY

With a 13-year-old 6-cylinder Jeep, I have just pulled one cat in a two-ton trailer 2800 miles I will reach Gig Harbor quite soon -- to get a high-tech kinetic orthotic for my leg. 

My life may suddenly change as it did 50 years ago on this day when I took a waif for a wife. 

On that day, I walked down the aisle with a cane in my left hand and my bride on my right.  The cane is no longer sufficient.

I surrendered my independence that day.  I got it back when I lost her damn near 43 years later.  

I miss her dearly, though I never feel lonely.  I have discovered how to feel complete without a partner. 

I have also learned to be comfortable with uncertainty.  I made this journey on faith that I'll somehow be able to pay for it.  She never learned how to live like that.  

More recently, I learned this paradoxical truth:  Independence is not something you can achieve all by yourself.  

In her honor, I hope to burn that old cane in the woodstove I put in the cabin where I intend to live free til I die like they do in New Hampshire. Please help me if haven't already. It you don't know how, just ask. Then come to the cane-burning party sometime in May.

TBD

TBD

TBD

TBD

TBD

TBD

CONESTOGA

Bismarck, North Dakota

is a straight shot down the road.

It's where I gotta go ta

though I've got a heavy load.

I feel like I've been sailin'

against the wind all day

Eight miles to the gallon --

Please tell the EPA.

My Jeep and travel trailer

are like a jib and main.

Though I'm a real good sailer

I can"t stay in my lane.

If I had a prairie schooner,

a conestoga wagon,

I would get to Bismarck sooner

even with an anchor draggin'.

DAY 7 -- FARGO

I did in fact make it to Fargo Sunday night -- but on the seemingly endless drive on Interstate 94 through Minnesota, I composed this silly little ditty in the style of Ogden Nash, Dr Seuss or Shel Silverstein.

FARGO

by Dr Speedbump

I want to go to Fargo

But how was I to know

It was too far to go to Fargo?

Far to far to go.

If go to Fargo

I cannot go today.

And I can't go tomorrow

Unless it's on the way.

I  had the time to go to Fargo

If I went yesterday

But now I don't know how to go

on a day that's gone away.

I could watch the movie, though

It wouldn't be the same.

So I may never go to Fargo

unless they change the name.

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DAYS 5 and 6

Mama never said there'd be days like this, one after another.

After spending the night at a highway rest area, I had breakfast at Denny's in Black River Falls, WI. When leaving, I dropped sonething amid the clutter on the floor of the right side of my car. Fishing blindly, I got my thumb impaled on a fishhook enbedded in the floor mat. A kind, bewildered lady stopped her car and removed the clutter. I googled "Urgent Care near me" and somehow drove across town to a clinic. The pain was excruciating, but likely saved me from a messy wound. The staff was wonderful. To keep my mind off the pain, I launched into a routine of silly poems and other stories. A real MD injected my thumb with anesthetic and I managed to get myself  unhooked without resorting to the technique of pushing the hook in further and out again to snip off the barb. That was fortunate. Problems can always be worse, you know. I camped m at a Walmart in Minneapolis.

On Friday, I spent a very pleasant day with Shelly Degolyer and the various bipeds and quadrapeds who have found shelter under her roof. After a much needed nap, I visited the informal George Floyd Memorial on Chicago Ave, just 3 blocks away.

Then my day got a bit scary.

A grey minivan, with one headlamp out, started following me as I drove up Chicago Ave.  He got in front of me and tried unsuccessfully to block the road.  I took some unpredictable turns, but he kept finding me. I got on the highway and he tailed me for 42 miles , at various speeds, 40 to 65 mph, until I called 911 and the dispatcher stayed on the phone with me for about 20 minutes. He acted as if this has happened before. He directed me to a Quickfill, where I waited and waited for the patrol car to arrive, while my stalker slowiy circled the building.  The police detained him for lack of a valid driver's license. They instructed me to leave and find gas at another interchange.

I have been stalked by a black bear on the Appalachian trail, and by a pack of feral dogs while snowshoeing in upstate NY, This experience was no less disconcerting, but the dispatcher at 911 was quite comforting.

I am now at a rest area, en route to Fargo, ND, to find out if it's anything like the movie or TV series.

My car engine is increasingly noisy and the check engine light is on. I really wish this trip was less of an adventure.