Going Loco

The human race has been traipsing around on this planet for a very long time. Back in the day. . . way, way back in the day, there came a moment in time when some feller got the idea to jump on a horse. And, lo and behold, it pretty well; Undoubtedly some of his companions noticed what he had done; they were amazed at the sight. So they they thought they’ed give it a whirl. Next thing you know, we had a troop of horseman trotting around the old homestead. Well, that changed everything. Once those horses were domesticated beneath their human masters. . . next thing you know, we had troops and armies and empires. By ’n by, some other developments happened along. Some feller decided it might be a good idea to build a small cart; then attach some wheels to it and set in a tethered horse at the front of it. Next thing you know, we had chariots. Sing low sweet chariot, and ride high. . . high enough off the ground to do some serious to enemies, or impress the citizens at the collisseum, or maybe later haul some passengers around, bring the crops to market or trot into the big city and hang out with the hoi-paloi for awhile. That horse-driven did canter on for a long, long time. And I do mean a long, long time. . . 2000 years or more and then something incredible happened. Some fellow built a horseless carriage! It wasn’t very long before we had a whole slew of ’em running around, from coast to coast! all over the place. The Locomotive The human race has been traipsing around on this planet for a very long time. Back in the day. . . way, way back in the day, there came a moment in time when some feller got the idea to jump on a horse. And, lo and behold, it pretty well; Undoubtedly some of his companions noticed what he had done; they were amazed at the sight. So they they thought they’ed give it a whirl. Next thing you know, we had a troop of horseman trotting around the old homestead. Well, that changed everything. Once those horses were domesticated beneath their human masters. . . next thing you know, we had troops and armies and empires. By ’n by, some other developments happened along. Some feller decided it might be a good idea to build a small cart; then attach some wheels to it and set in a tethered horse at the front of it. Next thing you know, we had chariots. Sing low sweet chariot, and ride high. . . high enough off the ground to do some serious to enemies, or impress the citizens at the collisseum, or maybe later haul some passengers around, bring the crops to market or trot into the big city and hang out with the hoi-paloi for awhile. That horse-driven did canter on for a long, long time. And I do mean a long, long time. . . 2000 years or more and then something incredible happened. Some fellow built a horseless carriage! It wasn’t very long before we had a whole slew of ’em running around, from coast to coast! all over the place.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCbJ5FVWz20&list=OLAK5uy_m5Bxo9Fd2KOO2UVmR6ZdzMGY_rwDa_qyU&index=7 They put steel tracks under ’em to keep those iron horses going in the right direction all the time and steadily huffing and puffing to a proper destination, instead of, you know, just cruisin’ around town like a bunch of teenagers with beach boys song on the radio. Oh, I almost forgot. Then there was this fellow, Ford — I think his name was — who figured out a way to keep a motor-driven cart on the correct itinerary, without the tracks! He built a steering wheel into it and connected it with the fancy engineering under the hood, and to the wheels so that the rider could control the direction of the vehicle. Pretty cool, huh! But hey ! There’s more. These two brothers on the east coast took one of those gas motors out of a car and strapped it inside a very strange, winged thingamajig, cranked it up and. . . and. . . I’m not making this up! Next thing you this Wright fella was flying in the air. . . no wheels on the ground! They called it an aereoplane, which John Hartford sang about when I heard him sing about his aereoplane. . .in Madison County back in the day. And that was the same day I shook hands with Bill Monroe! My head was in the clouds, y’all. I’m not making this up. But, as I was sayin’ . . .Some amazing things happen in this world. Now it’s all — all of it that I just blathered about — it’s just ole hat, sound and fury signifying — signifying only the the millennia and the centuries, and the years that have passed since some feller jumped on a horse and was so surprised at what happened. After a few minutes, he had to say: Whoa! Nellie! All that to say: Every now in then in the long dusty trail of our travels and our marvels, we do have to say, like, “Whoa, Nellie!” before the horse with no name goes hog wild and the next you know we’re fallen in the dust with a broken leg in a way where there is no Way. It all goes back to going loco, when some yahoo jumped on a horse for to be locomoted and now. . . well. . . like I said. . . it kinda looks like we’re going loco. As for what to do about this contraption we call industrialized civilization, I don’t have a clue. There must some folks who can get a handle on it, maybe lend a helpin’ hand to folks, get us off of this runaway horse with no name as we gallop toward God only know where. Selah. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lZluTDHEzI4&list=OLAK5uy_m5Bxo9Fd2KOO2UVmR6ZdzMGY_rwDa_qyU&index=9 Smoke