Slip Slidin’ Away
Something or someone or nothing and everything is pulling me away from New York.
I can’t imagine why.
There’s only one place that I have visited and left before that desperate need to be home practically overwhelmed me and really I can’t imagine a sober professional life in New Orleans, so moving there is out of the question.
I did some joke searches last week about free land grants in the Midwest. And wouldn’t you know, the very next day, Matt Lauer had a Today Show segment on it:
“Free land? Yes. The catch? You’ve got to move to Kansas,” was the tagline.
But more and more, I’m starting to think that’s not so much a catch as a lure. (I don’t fish, are those the same things?)
Kansas, prairies, long drives with the ipod, I am so there.
Even the prospect of taking the California bar doesn’t seem so daunting.
I had dinner recently with a college friend who moved out to Texas for two years and I listened jealously as she talked about her house and friends and bridge games.
(Well, not so much with the bridge — but I’m guessing I could teach Dallas how to play Hold ‘Em.)
Someone would say: “Hey, whatever happened to Dawn Summers?”
“Oh, haven’t you heard? She’s Mayor of Carson City now,” would be the reply.
But what happens the first time I’m out on the range and wolves attack?
Or rednecks.
Maybe, I’ll just retire to Florida early.