Johnny Carson Not But It Was Fun

Coastal Mountains Of British Columbia
July, ’80

After a wet night in the wilderness, sleeping on very rocky ground,
I got up and biked into Terrace. I went straight to the Laundromat.
Walking to the Laundromat, I must have looked like a drowned rat,
which made it all that much more surprising when this guy started
asking me questions. As it turned out he was part of a late night
television talk show program that was looking for people to interview.
He told me someone would be around to talk to me, and sure enough the woman who was the host of the show stopped by the Laundromat and asked me if I would tape an interview. I agreed, and after I finished doing laundry, I walked into the building next door, and entered the studio where Marge, the talk show host, had everything set up for tapping.

It wasn’t Johnny Carson, but even so, she asked the questions and I
answered them. Questions like: “Where are you from? Where are you going? How many miles a day do you ride?” Afterwards, when I thought about the way I responded to her questions, I was not happy. Curious people asked me those types of questions all the time, and I would respond with habitual answers. Well, upon reflection, some of Marge’s questions required more than habitual responses, but that’s what I gave her. She deserved better. If I had had more time to think about it, she would have received more than superficial responses to her honest questions. It was still fun, though.

The biking got better after Terrace. For a couple of hours the sun
even came out, but then the sky got really dark around 8 p.m., so I
automatically started looking for a place for my tent. When I was
checking out what looked like a good spot, a black bear came running
at me from out of the thicket. Fortunately, when the bear actually saw me, he turned and went in the opposite direction. I wanted to get back on my bike and ride, but the rain had already started to fall. I had no choice. I put up my tent just before the downpour.

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About me: Marvin Gaye’s song, "What’s Going On" was playing on the jukebox when I went up to the counter and bought another cup of coffee. When I got back, the painting on the wall next to where I was sitting jumped out at me, the same way it had done many times before. On it was written a diatribe on creativity. It was the quote at the bottom, though, that brought me back to this seat time after time. The quote had to do with infinity; it went something like this: Think of yourself as being in that place where infinity comes together in a point; where the infinite past and the infinite future meet, where you are at right now. The quote was attributed to Hermann Hesse, but I didn’t remember reading it in any of the books that I had read by him, so I went out and bought Hesse’s last novel, Magister Ludi. I haven’t found the quote yet, but I haven't tired of looking for it either.
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