In which Ric Carter accounts for his 3-week October 1997 cross-country journeys whilst showing off camcorder skills, transcribing taped notes [blatherings], polishing WebMaster chops, and generally making an ass of himself for the edification of friends, family and total strangers alike; but what the hell, what's visibility without vulnerability?
Yes, I taped comments and songs and rantings as I traveled, and I've transcribed those tapes, and the transcripts are right here. But beware:
Parental Advisory: I dictated notes with sometimes harsh and frank language - if you don't like such language, don't read the notes.
Intellectual Advisory: I dictated notes of what I was thinking, when I thought it. The results are sometimes garbled, rambling, often un-literary, and only lightly edited. If you don't like formless thoughts, don't read the notes. Caveat lector!
As many in this audience know, my father died in mid-1997. He didn't suffer long or intensely.
