Mixsonian Larry



It was Monday morning, a holiday since the 4th of July was on a Sunday so the streets, much like how I felt, were empty.  I drove to the U-Haul place and got a small trailer attached to my Chevy van and returned to the old house in Micanopy.  I wasn’t sure what I would find when I drove up, half expecting people to be passed out in the yard, in my house, perhaps even in my bed but when I arrived there was no one, not even Elizabeth.  I looked around seeing a stray plastic cup or two, but the place was pretty much cleaned up, Michael had even put my stereo system back in the house.    I then proceeded load up my van and the trailer with everything I owned, and a couple hours later was ready to leave. 

I took one last look around, my empty bedroom where my grandfather was born, the bare kitchen, I looked into the bedroom where Elizabeth was staying, there was a single mattress on the floor, a small pile of books, and a few clothes neatly stacked.  I would like to say I left her a note but I don’t remember doing so.  I walked out of the house, locked the door, got into my Chevy van and drove away.  As I went down the dirt road, I looked back in the mirror at the dust that rose behind me with the house fading from view.  I really loved living there and would miss it, I felt deeply connected to the old place.  As I drove away I left it all behind, job, friends, family, lovers

Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan She turned around to look at me
As I was walking away
I heard her say over my shoulder
"We'll meet again someday on the avenue"
Tangled up in blue


This is the end of Part 3.  Part 4 will continue 1976 with me living in Indialantic.

Updated: 02-08-2023

Part IV