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Adventures of an American TravelerAuthor: David A Olson
I grew up in a safe little neighborhood, in a safe little suburb Southwest of Chicago where all my neighbors looked like me middle class, white, and Catholic. This blog details the adventures of breaking out of that cage and escaping into the world... Language: en Genres: Places & Travel, Society & Culture Contact email: Get it Feed URL: Get it iTunes ID: Get it |
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Conversations with Myself in Robinson, IL #2
Saturday, 19 July, 2025
One of my favorite break-of-day pastimes is sitting outside, embracing the coolest air of the day while listening to morning bird song, those ethereal tunes that soar with the soul on updrafts of joy, carrying my heart to consecrated heights. This morning, the only bird songs so far are the melancholic moans of the mourning dove, a song I've grown to dislike but not as much as I despise the honk of the Canadian Geese, probably more for the shit they leave everywhere when flocks congregate, more than their braying honk. But the bird and honk and shit are one and the same in the primitive centers of my mind, specifically the amygdala, triggering my fight, flight, or freeze response. Thankfully, my prefrontal cortex stays my hands from illegally wringing their slender, midnight-hued necks.
