i knew it was there. i was in the words of the cab driver, it was in the smile and chat with the waitress, it was there in the love of the russian immigrant and it was in the gentle optimism of the jewish ex-army-girl. i took me some time to warm up to it again, but this is my america. all those people i met today somehow mastered their life up to the point of ending up in key west. will they stay to last or go to pursue new dreams – i don’t know. put my america is compromised of all these characters, faces and different backgrounds. there was the cab driver who had seen pink floyd 23 times in his life. “money” was on the radio and i mentioned it and he just started talking, how he had followed them from city to city “seein’ em four time in five days until i ran out of money” – the times they might be a-changin’ but this day, the ride home and knowing that there is dreams to pursue for all of us made me feel comfortably numb. cheers roger.
i believe.