Where The Streets Have No Name

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I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside
I want to reach out
And touch the flame
Where the streets have no name

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear
Without a trace
I want to take shelter from the poison rain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do

The city’s aflood
And our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Trampled in dust
I’ll show you a place
High on a desert plain
Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name
We’re still building
Then burning down love
Burning down love
And when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do
Our love turns to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, and I see love
See our love turn to rust
We’re beaten and blown by the wind
Blown by the wind
Oh, when I go there
I go there with you
It’s all I can do

Where The Streets Have No Name – U2

I’m lost in thoughts after hearing this song today, and I find it hard to place them all into a concise order that I can impart to you in this post. So many things have taken shape in my mind over the last 16 days and today was another part of that equation. Today my heart broke again.

This is all that remains of the best friend I have ever had, at least to date. 16 days ago I said goodbye as he drew his last breath in my arms, and my spirit was crushed under the weight of that moment. As I write this I am overcome with emotion I thought I had control over, tumbling back down the hill I had climbed to find I am still very hurt by the loss. Though I have a new canine friend, Vinny was so very special to me that I can’t let go.

On the drive down to pick up the remains of Vinny I stopped at the same rest area as I did on the last trip, and my new friend Brandy stopped at the same exact spot as Vinny did 16 days before. I was so struck by that moment that I cried like a child. I miss my friend so very much, but he is gone forever except for the memories in my mind. My friend will forever hold a place in my heart never to be replaced by another.

I have known many people that don’t look at dogs the same way I do, and I think that’s a shame. I think they are missing out on the deep and profound relationship you can have with an animal, the truly incredible gifts they bring into your life. Man’s best friend only wants what we all want without the trappings of guilt or jealousy, no envy or distrust. Just pure love and affection so necessary to a fulfilled life. You can find this in humans, but never in it’s purest form as with a pet.

Another part of the last few days has been a solidifying of future plans with respect to my needs for adventure and happiness. The vision of a path to contentment has started to form before me as I understand just what it is I want out of this short life and what I feel is the best use of the time I have left. I am going to risk it all in the pursuit of a long held dream of life in the west.

This field holds a great significance to me, a moment in time I will never forget. I stopped at this spot in Wyoming many years ago with Vinny and walked down to the grassy field below. We spent an hour or so playing in the tall grass without a care in the world, and I have sworn to find that spot again and bury the remains of my friend in it. I cherish the though of him playing forever in that field, waiting for me to join him in the future when my time comes, and I will complete my promise to him on that day.

I have also reflected on the passing of my Father and the stories he spoke of about his youth. He placed much joy and happiness on the time he spent in New Mexico as a young man before he enlisted and fought in Korea. His remembrance of riding his motorcycle across the desert, the silly and politically incorrect song about how he “Loved to go swimming with bowlegged women” and other silly tales of times spent in Roswell. We all look back on our time before responsibility for others took over as some of the best times of our lives.

I still have some of his ashes with me, and I will pass through Roswell and bury this part of him in the desert he loved so much. It’s the least I can do for the one who brought me into this world and influenced my life more that I realized while he was here. I wish I could have thanked him more when I had the chance but I was blind to the truth of how much he cared but was unable to fully express. My loss I say.

I have decided to leave the state of my birth for several reasons, spurred on by this past election. I am a libertarian at heart, but this state has taken a turn towards extreme leftism. I find any slant to the hard left or right intolerable to my way of thinking so I will leave the east coast for a more central type of thinking in the heart of the west. I have always had a dream of living the life of a mountain man, with a slight degree of modernization, and Wyoming is my first choice followed by Montana. I will spend much time in each state and make my decision based on the people I meet and the lifestyles they lead.

I think happiness is found mostly from within, a reflection of what it is that guides us towards the culmination of a life well spent. To each there is a vision of that ending and to each there is a means to an end. For me I feel the need to reach out to my primal self and explore my dream of living in the farthest reaches of the west, retracing the footsteps of the pioneers that settled the vast stretches of the unknown. I’m sure there are spots still untouched by modern man, areas where the streets have no name, they just need a romantic fool to find them. I am that fool so wish me luck!




12 response to "Where The Streets Have No Name"

  1. By: Bill Ladd Posted: November 17, 2018

    Last time I was in Montana, the seeds of Californication had been planted in Missoula, a college town, makes sense, right? Careful with Jackson Hole, lots of global nonsense has happened there. I am fearful that the world has tipped, now there are more people expecting to be taken care of than people who want to take care of themselves. Do research! Nothing is the same as 20 years ago.

    • By: Weird Guy With The Dog Posted: November 17, 2018

      My home will be in the deep reaches of the west, far from any town. I will travel to civilization only as needed and strive to achieve a balance of need and want with my meager skills to guide me.

  2. By: Peter Matthews Posted: November 18, 2018

    A perfect spot for Vinny to run free and perfect music to accompany your new adventures with Brandy. Travel safely, and well!

  3. By: Chatty Kerry Posted: November 18, 2018

    I am so sorry to hear about Vinny’s death. Katniss has died too and we are heartbroken. We know our pets have a short lifespan compared to us but it is so hard all the same. I think we are all a bit fed up with the unpleasantness of politics just now no matter what side you are on. I am on a break from blogging until I feel better. It is the time of year when I feel low, missing family and friends. Brandy has a beautiful little face. I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving with your new pet.

    • By: Weird Guy With The Dog Posted: November 18, 2018

      I’m sorry to hear about Katniss, I feel your loss. At least we can go on helping the helpless by bringing another into our lives and providing them with a good life. Politics is a part of our republic, but the imbecilic nature of people in power, be they left or right, has reached a point that we as citizens need to stop and realize WE are the problem as WE keep voting in these idiots! I wish you well this Thanksgiving my friend!

  4. By: Miriam Posted: November 18, 2018

    Go live your dream John. Vinny would want you to pursue your hearts desire. I know the love of a dog and it never dies, just as your memories will never die. I wish you joy, peace and happiness my romantic fool friend, from your equally romantic fool woman friend from across the ocean.

    • By: Weird Guy With The Dog Posted: November 18, 2018

      Hi Miriam! And yes, I like being a fool. Time stands still for no one and if you don’t follow some sort of dream you will regret it as your time comes to an end. I wish no more regrets.

  5. By: Osyth Posted: November 19, 2018

    A life with no regrets must be a life lived in cotton wool. It is because you are a deeply feeling man that you are dogged by the pain of the loss of those you have loved dearly be they two legged or four, be you at peace that you did enough to let them know you loved them and appreciated them or not. Romantic fool or not, I am with you all the way as a person that feels everything acutely. It turns out that I, too have an eye to Wyoming. We will be spending time there next year specking out the possibility of finding a place that we could settle surrounded by our own land are only as near to a town as we need to be for essentials. There are several notions that drive this dream but the most significant is the fact that the people are apparently happy to leave you be, to not try and force their opinions on you and to respect privacy of life and of thought. Of course, we still would like to return to France but the irony is that it is other people’s politics that will drive our ultimate decision because we may quite simply not be able to afford to return based on exchange rates and foolhardy fights that have nothing whatsoever to do with us. So it is off the carousel for us – but you know that. Vinny will run free and wait in his field of dreams for you and your father did know and waits to put his arms around you when your time comes and walk away together, deep in thought, few of words bonded as father and son. Damaged we aall are, John but we can limit the damage going forwards by being less opinionated and more forgiving. That forgiveness MUST start with ourselves. As you go on your journey, I take heart that there is another human out there who understands what it is to feel pain and sorrow, to feel that he has the right to nothing except what he works hard for and who values dogs above most people. I raise my glass to that man.

  6. By: Anonymous Posted: December 15, 2018

    Oh WG so sorry to hear of Vinnie’s passing. Do take care, he has left you with so many wonderful memories.

    • By: Weird Guy With The Dog Posted: December 15, 2018

      He was my best friend to date, but my new furry friend is doing her best to fill the gap!

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