PHOTO: Spalted maple. With worm holes. Delicious. Somehow this earned a ride to Texas, displacing tools that can be repurchased there. Photo: Laura Masi
It's been sort of fascinating to attempt to condense my entire existence down to one van load of possessions. As we travel through life, it seems like more and more material objects tend to cling to us. Houses, cars, boats, airplanes, guitars, graduate degrees...all this...stuff.
I wonder what the absence of stuff feels like?
I really like the title of a U2 album, "All That You Can't Leave Behind". I think about that phrase from time to time, using it as a measuring stick against my own life. Very few tangible items, really: a green bakelite-handled Androck vintage cooking fork that Nana used for half a century and reminds me of her, a 1990 Benchmade pocket knife my brother bought for me (actually we bought each other...he lost his), my well thumbed original edition of Mark Bittman's "How to Cook Everything", a love note Laura wrote me.
All the rest of it, not so much.
I guess I could have rented a large modern moving van, but there is something gloriously romantic about editing four and a half decades of living to fit within the cargo hold of my 1988 Econoline E-150, a machine that's launched a thousand bands. Mostly tools. A faithful amp. Some clothes, sleeping bag, and a tent. Chasing a dream across twelve states.