The Cabin Sweats
It’s a tightness…and not a good kind. It starts in the chest like panic attack and slips into the psyche like cheap booze. It’s a fever, a need to get out. And it comes at times when it doesn’t make sense.
Mt. Willis is no cabin, but I felt trapped inside this weekend. I did everything I could to leave. I took a four-mile walk through Cleveland Park. I didn’t want the walk to end. I went for a Smoothie. I went out to dinner. I returned Blockbuster junk. Grocery store, Best Buy, Michael’s, gas station. Nothing worked. I’m afraid to go home tonight.
Thing thing is…in the next four weeks I will be in Chicago, Columbia, S.C., Ohio, and Missouri. And that’s just a preliminary list. There could be more. I should cherish the time I have at home.
But I need to get out. Otis needs to be free.
Free Otis…now that could be the rallying cry for the next generation.