I'm settled by the mighty Columbia river at Umatilla, Or.---feeling high---been that way for a month or more--In love with life--on top of my game--a bit more daring than usual.---THINK I'LL STIR THE POT A LITTLE.You may remember that my metaphysics of choice is:
1. All of existence is ETERNITY ADVENTURING IN TIME
2. Thus: LIFE IS DRAMA (If you're not being dramatic in some form--you're not living--you're wasting the creator's time--probably pissing him/her/it off.)
3. TROUBLE IS PLOT THICKENER.
4. ACCEPTING THE FLOW OF LIFE---so frequently recommended--(by Lao Tzu and others) strikes me as passive bullshit--and I think the millions of monks and wannabees that practice this approach are drones in the beehive of humanity----there!--been wanting to say that for awhile.
5. CREATIVELY STIRRING THE POT OF LIFE---is a far more exciting strategy. Nietzsche and I agree.
SO TODAY I SHALL STIR THE POT---in a tiny way--just to create some drama--and to test my theory of dealing with cops. I'm going to deliberately violate the law---till a cop comes so I can practice my technique. What I'm aiming at is to 1. avoid any punishment 2. enjoy the experience 3 make a friend 4. have him enjoy the experience.
Here's the plan: After whiling the day away right here---I will move up to the visitor center--200 yds to the right--where they've posted big signs saying NO OVERNIGHT PARKING. I will park overnight and stay right there till I draw a cop. I did so! Stayed all night and until noon the next day. Finally one showed up---terrific! I'm all set! He comes to my door--
I'm all prepared---look closely at this set up--jack in place--carpet in place to kneel on--and a "broken" and dragging leveling jack. (the human equivalent of the sandpiper "broken wing" trick the bird uses to lure predators away fron its eggs)HERE'S THE FUN PART: The cop approaches with seriousness and just a bit of trepidation. (it's a tricky thing to enter another's space) (Pay attention newbies---I'm going to give you the magic words)
I OPEN DOOR BEFORE HE KNOCKS---SMILE BROADLY AND SAY: " THANK GOD--YOU'RE HERE----I HAVE A PROBLEM AND NEED SOME ADVICE. ( don't say help--that scares people almost everyone loves to give advice however) "what's the trouble" he says. I show him.---He kneels to inspect. I dared to snap this fuzzy pict for verification. (it's an easy problem--I can fix it in 30 seconds--and so can he.) He goes to his car and gets a strap for tying the jack up out of harms way. Takes pride in his solution and I am effusively thankful. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!
Now a word to my cop suspicious friends.--This guy is down on his knees to help me. Properly approached---they are almost all good guys--doing their best to solve problems. Without them, society will collapse into anarchy. Have I made my point? Certainly enjoyed the game.RANDY PHILOSOPHIZES: The bad guy in this drama was invisible. He is the RV campground owner about a hundred yards to the west. He and all like him really think that boondocking should be illegal. They want all campers to be securely corralled in their busineses--at about $20 per night.
I have little doubt that he pushed for the prohibition in the first place. It's no big deal or expense to let vagabonds and adventurers park overnight somewhere. It's an irrational hatefulness that I will fight against. One of the darker sides of capitalism is that business persuades government to enact laws that require the public to buy their services. Cops are required to enforce these laws--not their fault.
Thought I'd show you where I spent the next night---hunkered behind that hedge at this closed up business--at The Dalles, Or.Note to my readers: Tomorrow I will show you something that will make your heart glad.
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