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Egg Tooth

Egg Tooth I was yesterday with a woman selling flowers at the local Bandon Marketplace and she referenced her "Egg tooth", which is a special tooth that babies born inside of eggs have, placed usually on their snouts, and is the special tooth they use to initially break through the egg shell and to begin their life outside the shell.    Once free, this egg tooth usually withers within the first couple of months of life. Immediately I spotted an untested (for me) metaphor, and thought immediately of my upbringing as a shy and withdrawn kid, and how I used hitchhiking as my egg tooth.   The unconscious awareness that I needed to grow, and getting away, putting myself in a position of having to interact with strangers.    I was lucky enough I guess to be born into a generation when hitchhiking was still a viable and accepted form of transportation for teenagers.   I did a lot with it, and it did a lot to me.    There have been many times in my life when I look back for its stren
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My first bike trip. In November of 1976 - at 20 years old - I left my mom's house to hitchhike down to Tampa Florida to see a girl that I liked.   My mom got up early with me at 5am and took the picture to the right saying that she might never see me again. It only took me a little more than a day to get down to Florida.   I spent a week or so in Tampa, and then hitchhiked over to Arlington Texas to see my dad, who was living with his wife Lois, their dog Fracky, and their cat Snowy.   I spent Christmas with them. After Christmas I hitchhiked over to Tempe Arizona and stayed at my sister Joy's and her boyfriend Jim's apartment while they were back in NY visiting my mom.  I ended up getting a job as a dishwasher at a Hobo Joes restaurant in Scottsdale, and would hitchhike from Tempe to Scottsdale and back every day. When Joy and Jim returned, I went over to the ASU campus to a "roommates wanted" board and found a guy to room with.   One bedroom apt.   One of us sle
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