The Urge to Wander
“Here’s to you, my ranblin’ boy
May all your ramblin’ bring you joy”
The lure of the open road called to me at an early age. I hit the road while in my teen years and have preferred not to stay in one place long enough to set roots.
I’ve enjoyed my gypsy lifestyle. After all, for many years the Old Blue Bus was the only home I knew. Fortunately, my chosen profession has allowed (forced?) me the freedom to criss-cross the country for the past thirty-some years. My wife claims I have itchy feet. For years she was convinced that once I had learned all of the backroads between our temporary home and the jobsite, I was ready to move on.
The music, history, and cultures that I try to share with the riders on the Bus have been collected during my rambling. To me, that is part of the draw to this wandering.
“When that open road
starts to callin’ me,
there’s somethin’ o’er the hill
that I gotta see”
- Hank Williams, Ramblin’ Man
We have been in Virginia for ten years now. The reason we pulled off the road here, south of Richmond, was to allow our children to complete their schooling without the disruption of changing schools. Our eldest son was born in Augusta, Georgia. We had moved from Georgia to Connecticut to Alabama and Florida before we celebrated his 2nd birthday. Both boys are off to college now, and our daughter, the youngest, will finish high school this coming spring.
Lately, I started to hear the call of the open road once again. It’s still a faint voice carried on a gentle breeze, but I suspect it will grow louder, it always does. We have discussed what we will do once all three children are on their own. There has even been some talk of converting another old bus...
Y'all have a good weekend!