time for love
wrong with the right-sized anchor
GZO Jones enters his third year of gracing our pages, it's probably
wise to note that he still considers himself the missing link between
the 1950s and 2003. That he's added a hit-counter to his Brazilian
Web site (GZO
Jones Town) must mean he still plans to do something someday
soon. As we wait, why not ask a question? It's not a bad bet that
at least he'll have something unusual to say.
Dear Dr. Jones,
I made the mistake of trying to meet up with a mate
at the blues fest on the Thursday night before the 4th of July.
In retrospect, our meeting plan was specious at best the
riverfront was ridiculously crowded and we never did find each other.
Here's my question: When you're trying to find someone in a massive
crowd, is it better for both people to keep moving, or for one to
To make things simple keeping it real, if you're stuck
in the parlance of five years ago I say park your ass and
See, some people can't sit still. A famous writer-type I once
knew let's call him "Joaquin Kerouaco" used
to use every excuse to go "on the road," as it were. Someone
needed a pack of cigarettes, maybe, and it was ... "Bye Alan,
bye Lawrence. Where's my rucksack? I'll go."
To me, this is something we should have grown out of by age
six. If you're lost in the department store, stay put. Mommy will
Somewhere between the two extremes lies the answer to this common
problem, and a good life's lesson. While it's fine to have some
flexibility in where you're heading, there's nothing wrong with
having the right size anchor. Stand your ground, let the blues play
on, and somewhere in the tide of you humanity you'll succeed in
your search for a hell of a time.
Working up a sweat in such situations is a complete waste of