Just Don't Call Me Late For Dinner

Greetings:

In the book in which I am attempting to consolidate blog excerpts with literary-minded effluvia of my own creation, I begin with “Call me Baron Von D'Lucci”. Very clever, I know, and with Melville no longer among the living my brashness emerges.

However there now needs to be some sort of amendment, editing or expansion of this appellation. Images of the well-worn traveler could formerly be found on the surfaces of a steamer trunk. Labels veritably leaped (leapt?) to proclaim exotic lands and name-dropping locations. Should one be privy there was always the rainbow stamping of a passport to be perused and either flaunted or envied or eschewed.

America eventually became a bit more plebeian in its declaration of roaming the range and purple mountains majesty with the bumper sticker:

So let us combine this with retroment in the golden years and the desire to be “where you should be all the time”. What is our manifestation of noticing that one is not in one place for a very long time? I think it can be found in the Network control panel. This lists all the networks that you have logged onto with that particular computer. You know when you are at a friend's house, a hotel, the bus, the train, the airport, the cruise ship,...? I counted 115. Concord coach was a bit popular with 'la-vie-en-rose' a bit exotic and 'poolside2ndfloor' a bit quizzical.

Echoes of Thomas Wolfe admonishing that either look homeward or forget about going home altogether start to haunt one.

So is this a symptom? A condition? A fate? The larger the group of retirees gets the more permutations offer themselves to our calendar. Will we be sharks never able to settle and must constantly stay in motion? That camper, or (gasp) motor home is really making sense now. Maybe we should just sign everything over to Ward Bond, get some healthy horsepower and snap the reins with alacrity.

Does visitation history matter? If you have allowed that person or those persons to share your home or had previously visited their home at least once with reciprocation, does that allow for that subtle, clever strategy of inviting yourself? (“They said yes! Well, that takes care of September. What about October?”).

It is said that it is harder to hit a moving target. This could be useful in the world of Kharma; it could be lethal for Publishers Clearing House or Readers Digest. Overstaying one's welcome could become the next reality show.

Since 104% of the readers of this blog are well known to us this could be a form of kinetic suicide.

None-the-less, call me Baron Nomad Von D'Lucci.