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walk don’t walk

It took me a long time to learn how to walk, my parents say. Now that I know how to walk and have done it for a few decades, I don’t want to stop. Some days I think about walking home and just walking past, walking to the ocean, and then turning around and walking back again.

I love to walk like some people I know love to run. They have always gone faster, and I don’t mind anymore.

Walking is my everything medicine. When I have insomnia, I walk. When I am sad, I walk. Angry, walk. Confused, walk. Hungry, walk (to pick up food).

A few hours ago, I read that Kurt Vonnegut died, and I immediately wanted two things: I wanted to walk, and I wanted at the end of that walk to be a group of my friends sitting in a pub and talking about how Vonnegut’s books changed our lives.

But I will settle for a walk.

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  • dddd

    as i recall you mastered the rudiments of reading before those of walking. readin’ writin’ walkin’

  • dddd

    as i recall you mastered the rudiments of reading before those of walking. readin’ writin’ walkin’

  • Lusty

    Fred’s grandmother is (was, I guess–she’s still around be he’s not) Kurt Vonnegut Sr’s sister. What relation are you to your grandmother’s nephew? Anyway, they’re not particularly close to that group of the family. Too bad.

  • Lusty

    Fred’s grandmother is (was, I guess–she’s still around be he’s not) Kurt Vonnegut Sr’s sister. What relation are you to your grandmother’s nephew? Anyway, they’re not particularly close to that group of the family. Too bad.

  • http://blog.zesticle.com zesty

    This is the first time I have ever been genuinely saddened by the death of a famous person that I didn’t personally know.

  • http://blog.zesticle.com zesty

    This is the first time I have ever been genuinely saddened by the death of a famous person that I didn’t personally know.

  • http://www.seeginablog.com Gina

    That image is beautiful. Please tell me: how did Kurt Vonnegut’s writing change your life?

  • http://www.seeginablog.com Gina

    That image is beautiful. Please tell me: how did Kurt Vonnegut’s writing change your life?

  • http://blogtopicz.com Zenny

    I used to walk for hours… then brusitis in the hip (from a double dose of broken left femur in my teens) pretty much put a stop to that, sigh. I too was ‘in a walking mood’ after hearing (and blogging) on Vonnegut’s passing (I am not ‘worthy’ of calling him ‘Kurt’!) Here’s a link to my ‘Obit’: http://blogtopicz.com/item/2007/04/bummer-of-champions

    sigh, so it goes…

    Zenny

  • http://blogtopicz.com Zenny

    I used to walk for hours… then brusitis in the hip (from a double dose of broken left femur in my teens) pretty much put a stop to that, sigh. I too was ‘in a walking mood’ after hearing (and blogging) on Vonnegut’s passing (I am not ‘worthy’ of calling him ‘Kurt’!) Here’s a link to my ‘Obit’: http://blogtopicz.com/item/2007/04/bummer-of-champions

    sigh, so it goes…

    Zenny

  • http://www.flickr.com/photos/senseless_/sets/72157 Senseless_

    Walking saved my life.

  • http://www.flickr.com/photos/senseless_/sets/72157 Senseless_

    Walking saved my life.

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