It was 1980. A new decade. A new hope. Hopefully a new job. I was 20 years old and a Junior in college when the planets cosmically aligned thus setting me on a strange and bizarre sojourn as a newly hired employee at a little red pole barn in Columbiana. This sojourn is titled, “My Office Has A Window” even though in reality, there were no windows at all.
Chapter Twenty Six – This Is The End
There’s a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it’s whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
There was just one thing left for me to do.
That same day, after I was somewhat settled in, I had to make my way back to the Columbiana warehouse, the little old red pole barn, to collect my belongings that were collecting dust. I needed to retrieve the UPS Postalia machine, weight scale, log book, truck bills of lading, stencils, radio, supplies,
And of course my poster of Heather Thomas in her hot pink wet bikini. You know, the important stuff.
The twenty-minute drive went by quickly and I was looking at the front gate of the Columbiana warehouse. I unlocked the gate and pushed it aside and jumped back in my car. Entering the compound, I drove slowly down the dirt road scattering dust behind me ever staying vigilant eluding the huge chuck holes in the road making my way to the entrance.
I parked the car just outside the doors of the warehouse where the shipping area was and got out of the car. Walking toward the warehouse, the wind was blowing slowly, lazily rustling the weeds and growth that had sprung up over the past summer and fall. Stopping, I could hear the wind against the door of the old mobile home office methodically bumping back and forth against its frame. The compound had the look and feel of a ghost town.
I closed my eyes to take it all in, to remember, and I felt all the memories of past years whistling by in the wind. A moment later I packed up all my belongings and was ready to leave.
I took one long last look around the compound and with the very same alarm keys that I had kicked under a pallet my first day of work, I turned the key, set the alarm, and closed the door.
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all, yeah
To be a rock and not to roll
And she’s buying a stairway to heaven…
Addendum: Today, I have a new office. I reside in the same office my father worked in so many many years ago. It has an eight foot wide by twelve foot high window. Fate…
LURKING, I NEED SOME WINDEX ON THE GRASSY KNOLL