Surreal Times & Places — Fledgling Adult pg83

Colorful companion to my memoir The Incompetent Psychic

Primary Choices c1980

My mother dropped us off for our flight to Honduras, and headed back for Walnut Creek in my Pinto Wagon full of plants and student artwork. I had never caught the college spirit and didn’t bother to stay for the graduation ceremony.

Tony and I arrived in the capital of Honduras to air so thick with moisture that all the fence posts along every road had sprouted back into trees. We rode a taxi well decorated with day-go stickers into the city, and arrived at the compound of Cornell archaeology students where I was unwelcome. Tony hadn’t informed anyone he would be brining a girlfriend, much less one so far below their Ivy League.

To escape their miasma of snide, I changed into the customary summer clothing of my culture — shorts and a tube top — and went to see the sights. After a block, little boys were following me yelling, “Puta! Puta!” (“Whore! Whore!”) I was enthusiastically unwelcome both inside and out. Plan B was much better. — From Chapter 4

The doodle of this chapter heading was in the same large sketchpad as the drawing on the cover. Again I have to guess the date. I may have been taught the concepts of archiving and provenance while getting an art degree, but it took another decade before…