| I was driving in the Hobo (my car) and I spotted a familiar figure along the side of the road. He was just walking in the sidewalk, head down, hawaiian shirt blowing in the wind. I parked the car, got out, and walked up next to him. “Hi.” “Hi.” “What’s wrong, Al?” “Oh, I don’t know.” “Come on, you can tell me.” “Well, I still have to walk another five miles to the venue, for one thing.” “Well, I can give you a ride.” He looked up at me. “With what?” “My car-it’s right over there.” His face broke into a big smile. “Really? Thank you!” and we raced each other back to my car. The Hobo is insanely small. Al kind of crumpled his legs up to fit as I accelerated down the road. When we got to the venue, he thanked me by giving me free front row tickets to his concert that evening. Well, who on earth would pass that up? I semi-tackle-hugged him and went home to get all my concert attire on. I arrived at the concert that evening, went in, and sat in the front row seat reserved for me. We started chanting “WE WANT AL!”, and when everyone else died out I yelled “PLEASE, AL!” He heard me, so they started the show right then. It was another cool mind-concert…new songs that I can’t remember, new costumes (ditto), but with a lingering feeling of "Wow, that was really cool!”. After I staggered into the lobby, exhausted and hoarse, I woke up. Al, buddy, pal...please, GO ON TOUR! These mind concerts are a blast, but they're not NEARLY as fun as the real thing! My Take On It Next Dream |
| Hitchhikin' Al 03/15/01 |