Teaser 012: Since the Natives Were Removed

Up early the next morning, as always, and I blame Little Boy. He always woke me early with his incessant whining, “I'm hungry.” Yeah, well, wait until I start the coffee brewing, go to the bathroom and pee, and turn on my computer. Okay, now it's your turn. Get your paw out of the bowl.

I hit the road driving, packing few things, including my sleeping bag. I left my tent. Driving down to a rest stop about halfway, in California, after trolling around the immediate area for food and drink, I thought about staying at a motel. Erin called so I told her I would, but for old time's sake, for the time I wandered around aimlessly tossing away my retirement, I thought, why the hell not? Stay at this rest area for the night. It's free and I'll be ripe for arriving in the city of Lost Anglos to meet with serious movie people. How much better can it get? I was certain I would be asked, “Where are you staying tonight?”

“At the rest stop, like last night.” All true.

The rest area was well lit, which meant I had to cover myself from head to foot with a blanket. Every two or three hours I woke up due to the extreme lack of comfort from sleeping behind the wheel of a Sentra. Up at six and to the rest room I walked, relieved myself—no race horse pee this time—and washed my hands and face with the usual cold rinse. In the early afternoon I crossed the Grapevine, pulled over and called the number John gave me. He answered and I told him where I was, a few more hours.

Soon off the main thoroughfares, I passed through this town and that city and by this village and out somewhere in the desolation of remote Los Angeles county. It looked a lot like eastern Oregon, except the hills weren't as high and there was grass, brown as shit. Fortunately, the roads had markers I could read since they had names, part of the 9-1-1 campaign.

“Nine-one-one. State the nature of your emergency, please.”

“There's a fire out here off rural road three point two, about two miles south of rural road seventeen...”

This never went over big with the 9-1-1 operators, nor the responders, so rural road three point two is now Henderson road, for example, named for the Hendersons, who have lived on the road forever, or since the natives were removed.

- Just Desserts, Segment One “Welcome to Lost Anglos” by Gregory R. Schussele, © 2021

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