Halfway to Valparaiso
Clark May 7th, 2007
Halfway to Valparaiso
35º59′ South, 73º11′ West
We’ll need to increase Mr. Beek’s dosage, and place him under round-the-clock observation.
It’s amazing how little time alone it takes for the voices to come back. It’s just my inner monologue, but I guess it breaks the monotony by taking on different personas. Most of my new friends in Valdivia were French speakers, so my inner monologue spoke with a French accent for the first day. Now it’s Mr. Rogers, from the children’s show ‘Mr. Rogers’s Neighborhood.’ I loved it so much as a child, and it’s amazing how much I can remember having not watched it for thirty years, at least that I’ll admit.
It’s the shoes.
Mr. Rogers has his outdoor shoes and his indoor shoes, and he changes them in the foyer at the start and end of every episode, while singing. I too have my outdoor and indoor shoes and I’m constantly changing them: I wear sea boots on deck, and so I don’t track water into the boat, I change into my fuzzy slippers when I come in the companionway, but I don’t do much singing. With this repeated changing of shoes Mr. Rogers took his opportunity to possess my inner monologue: “Hello Neighbor.” At least he’s a nice guy. Don’t have to worry too much about his activities, or do we? Is he still alive? Can somebody tell me if he’s still alive? It’s OK as long as we stay in the living room and feed the fish, but we better not go to the Land of Make Believe. Must not go to the Land of Make Believe.
Still making great time, and should be in Valparaiso tomorrow evening, I hope squeaking in before sunset. I hope readers understand this is a one-way conversation until then.
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