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You wanna hear "that" story again, mate?
Well... ok but this is the last time.

Lets see...
It was a warm April day in NYC and I had just got my gig bag packed for an engagement I had on in Brooklyn.
I'd left myself plenty of time to get there cause as you know sometimes getting a cab to Brooklyn can take a while, (even if you do have a couple of thousand dollars worth of gear in your hands) I threw my guitar over my shoulder, checked myself in the mirror, flipped my mop of dreadlocks left, then right and started down to the street.
It was such a nice day I thought that I'd walk around to 5th Ave. and catch a cab there.
A very short while later I'm standing on the corner of 40th & 5th with my hand out but no takers.
I think to myself, "hey... that's ok Iíll just stroll down to 34th pick-up some batteries and catch a cab there.
After all, itís such a nice day.
Another short while and Iím on the street again fresh batteries in my bag, hand up, Feelin' positive.
One cab, two cabs... 3rd time lucky!
The fifth cabbie pulls up, stops and asks "Where ya goin'?"
I grab the door handle and say "Brooklyn".
Thank goodness I wasn't holding on tightly cause he tore off down 5th like the INS was after him.
But still... Itís such a nice day... I'll just keep walkin' till I get one.
It wasn't till I got to Canal Street that I began to realise, I may not get a cab but I kept walkin'.
After all, it's such a nice day.
Walking...walking... to where the city meets the sea.
I stood there for a long time, looking across to Brooklyn, feeling punchy from my walk & the periodic rejection Iíd been experiencing and thought to myself...
"I'll just walk...After all, it's such a nice day!"
So I walked right into New York Harbour and that's when it all gets a little hazy.
I never did make it to Brooklyn... But I had always wanted to see Sydney.
The walk?
You know... it really wasn't that bad!
I think I 'd stopped breathing by Canal Street due to extreme anger.
So really, it was ok.
Besides... how many people can say they know the final resting places of both Jimmy Hoffa and Harold Holt!

The End!

Now really... I must go, I feel like a little walk before bed.
After all, it's such a nice night.


Life is rhythm and rhythm is everything!

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The following comments are for "How Monk Peabody came to Australia or Cab ride to Brooklyn"
by monkpeabody

Australia! Australia! We love you! Amen!
Hope you had your axe in a nice water-tight hardshell case when you took the plunge! Otherwise, I reckon you had to tweak the truss rod after you resurfaced and dried it out, huh?

This explanation of how you got from Point NYC to Point A makes about as much sense as any other I could come up with. So...I'm guessing you get asked frequently, "How did a guy like you end up here??" : )

By the way, you forced this Midwestern American to learn a bit of Aussie history when I was compelled to Google Harold Holt.

Can't wait to see where you end up after your next "walk!"

( Posted by: LinnieRed [Member] On: April 22, 2005 )

Like your story
I really do. I like how the undertone stays low until the end. When you had mentioned that you had walked all the way to Canal St., I was thinking you didn't need a cab anymore either...dang.

But I totally understand where this is coming from. Now having said that, does that imply that Australia is really that much easier? I don't know anything about please enlighten me. Based on my impression from your is.

( Posted by: ttdavis [Member] On: July 26, 2006 )


I have to tell ya 'TT'... I have given much thought to this question over the years, and today's answer is ...

It's not easier, on the surface, life here is much the same as it would be in any city anywhere, you work as people do everywhere... trying to make something, build something whichever way you think is best.

Renting or buying land and housing are less expensive but, clothing can be much more.

The transport system inner city is good (a tram is good as a subway) but, because of still evolving suburban sprawl it is far from universally useful.

We do share a language... sort of, but the general workings of the society and it's people is so wildly different that I still find it mind- boggling.

So is it easier...
Who knows

I've been contemplating all the in's & out's of life here for a while now, so if I ever learn anything it'll show up here.

( Posted by: monkpeabody [Member] On: July 26, 2006 )

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