Sitting here, near Orlando,
outside my motorhome.
The time is late, TV sucks,
so I pour another Chardonnay.
Disney’s fireworks are quiet now,
My fellow campers have gone inside.
Even the damned bugs are too lazy to bite,
Tonight.
That’s Right!
I’m sitting here in Florida and really that’s where everyone wants to be. Right?
But me? I’m a man with the Wanderlust!
I need to see new places and meet new people.
I need to wake up at night and wonder what that strange sound was.
I need to see a sunset over a different horizon.
I need to look out the window and ask myself; Who the Hell are those people?
MEANDERINGS of DON BOBBITT 