The wheels have begun turning again; the one's in my head, that is, not the ones on my bike, but I suspect they too will begin spinning in earnest shortly.
My stay here in Yarmouth has been nothing short of magical. The people I've encountered and the insights into myself that I've gained will forever shape the remaining course of my life. The 64 thousand dollar question is what's next? My screenwriters ;-) may choose to write this differently, but as I see it, Act One begins with some unexpected life disappointments in a small town in Southern Vermont resulting in a long and wonderful bike ride up the coast of Maine - through New Brunswick - and on into Nova Scotia. At one point, midway through Act One, our lead character's journey is abruptly halted, his bicycle and belongings stolen leaving him effectively "homeless" in a strange land (cue the dramatic music). Next we see our lead, let's call him Bob, peering through the front window of a theatre in Amherst Nova Scotia where he meets the delightful and mysterious Bette (who later introduces him to retired Chief Librian Beverly - both will be very important in subsequent scenes), it continues with a brief appearance by Johnny Cash, a media circus and outpouring of generosity, and concludes with a wonderful series of vignettes in an old Victorian farm house.
Act Two opens with a difficult ride on a new bicycle through a beautiful valley, then a "coincidental" meeting on a bridge and a swift ride with a fellow traveller. It really gets rolling when our leading man meets Carla, the mythical siren of Yarmouth, a whimsical and captivating pixie with hair and a spirit like the tangled and untamed Sargasso Sea. Our play continues with more delightful vignettes in and around Carla's lovely historic home, then a very tender sequence of scenes with a love interest, more than a few additional colorful local and travelling characters, lots of phone calls and emails with friends and family, and then, wait for it...Bob's realization that the journey must continue! Act Two finally closes with a sad and tearful goodbye on a windswept dock. Brilliant!
After a brief intermission, where you should all help yourself to some refreshments (graciously provided by local Girl Scout troop number 377), we'll be starting Act Three.
Please be back in your seats when the curtain rises.
Again, thank you all for attending.
Cheers! ~B
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Oh, Roll On, roll on, roller coaster
We're one day older
and one step closer.
Roll on, there's mountains to climb
Roll on, were on borrowed time.
*sing*
"This one is called Homer's Odyessy"
"Is this about that mini-van I rented"
"No Dad its an epic story of Greek Heros"
"too bad, that van was awesome"
You keep riding towards Ithaca and don't end up crying in your tent like Achillies
Cornflake...I think your amazing, growing and learning so much about life...where we all should be at some point on our journey. You have a special rare gift of sharing and loving right from day one of introduction. I'll follow your blog when you move on to Act 3, and I will visit you where ever you end up! Lolly
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