Yes, the road.

Yes, the road.
Eagle Nest, New Mexico. “People like to drive because driving is actually and symbolically an almost perfect mechanism for escape…there is probably no human being who does not have troubles, real or imagined, from which he at times feels the need to flee.” George R. Stewart.

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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at www.peterbehrens.org I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Annales


1975 left Montreal hitchhiked to Berkeley to see a girl, BM, whom I had met on Jericho Beach in Vancouver in '73. Hitchhiked solo from Montreal to Maine to Nashville to New Orleans to El Paso to LA to Bay Area. Spent a week in Berkeley then started north for Banff but got a ride to Mendocino & fell in love with the place (reminded me of Maine) and spent a week in a state park there. Then went on to Missoula, Banff, and Manitoba. In Brandon, Manitoba met up with old friends from Montreal who were in a band, and we drove a '68 Mercury from Brandon to Montreal nonstop in about 30 hours.

1976 I left Montreal with my future brother in law Aidan ONeill in a Chrysler drive-away delivery car to Windsor Ontario. Crossed the bridge to Detroit & picked up a brand new Dodge truck to deliver to Logan Utah, then hitchhiked from Logan UT to Mendocino, on the way got picked up in the desert by 2 crazy brothers who got into a fight and pulled out a pistol in a Denny's parking lot in Reno); then up the coast Mendocino, and to Seattle, where we picked up another driveway truck, a big one, to deliver from Vancouver to Calgary,. It broke down for a while in Salmon Arm BC . We stopped in Banff where Mary B and my cousin Sally Reynolds fed us at the Homestead Restaurant; from Calgary we went to work on the GH Ranch at Sundre Alberta then the grain harvest at Olds, Alberta. I met the BAnff log house crew first time at (Canadian) Thanksgiving dinner, Buffalo Street, 1976.

If my son ever wanted to do that I would do everything possible to stop him, but my father had lived through the wars,(watched a German fighter plane shot down over North London, 1917!  Fled Germany in August 1939!) & I guess he figured anything I did was pretty soft by comparison
Oh Banff. Man there's nowhere like it. There was a cougar, and I mean the cat, one night in the parking lot at the Safeway 2 weeks ago. A big one. Bears, okay, even griz, I can handle that. But a cat like that makes me feel like a mouse. We're nothing but prey.


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