by Gary Rushworth

Created on: November 09, 2008

I was known as KBKF-5855 back then,

at least to as far as the FCC was concerned.

But to my friends on the road,

I was Wanderer 1 from "Hatter Town"

The Wanderer name was given to me by a friend

because there was no direct route to anywhere.

I was known for my short cuts

which could add days to a trip.

I never got lost, not that I would admit it if I was.

I followed the sun during the day

and the moon at night

but the most fun was when neither was around.

I wasted a lot of time, to be sure.

Once I could have gone to Florida on I-95 in 17 hours.

Instead it took close to sixty

But then I never would have seen the ponies of Asateague.

The moon was full then at 2:00 AM

sitting on the beach listening.

The sky was clear except for a cloud that rested on the beach

I heard them first then they danced out of the mist.

I sat on the helipost of a trauma center more than once;

Waitng for our next arrival - PCP and Alchohol

He came and went and then I was back

to watch the dawn.

I am older now and don't wander as much.

My son came home from Iraq and said, "Dad ...

I have always wanted to see the Grand Canyon on a motorcycle

I said, "Son ... I thought I was the only wandering one."

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