Curtis Johnson Poet Narrative

Journey By The Numbers 2

Most often, we go through our lives
So focused with our dreams, plans, and
Purposes, that we fail to see things that are,
On the surface, rather insignificant.  But on
the other hand, they arrest us, and we give
thought to their realities. That is why I am
Inviting you to walk with me along the trails
Of a two digit number of a highway and a
Two digit numeric that has followed me for
Most of my life.  Case in point:

I am not enchanted by mysteries, but for
A few years now, I have been intrigued by
The NUMBER 49.  I do not attach anything
religious or prophetic to the NUMBER 49.
An¨y attention to this number reaches only
to the level of a small muse.

I was born in 1949
The primary roadway to  from, and through
My birth place in the Southern Region was via
U S HIGHWAY 49.

My father died when I was 13 years of age,
But I was blessed with many more years
With my dear mother who passed away when
I was 49.

As I muse over what is basically trivia, it came
To mind that my oldest son turned 49 this year.
By the way, I tend to be a very serious minded
Person, but I must add that I am an avid fan
of trivialities.

Anyway, back to the numbers.  I and my family
lived in San Francisco for 8 years, and I became
A real fan of the 49ers.

While living over 40 years in California, part of my
career was in the transportation industry.  On that
Job, I drove thousands of miles on HIGHWAY 49
In the gold rush areas.

Four years ago, my wife of 54 years and I retired
and moved  back to the Southern Region.  We live within a hundred miles of where I was born. You guessed it.  We live within walking distance from the same HIGHWAY 49 which Runs through the little community where I was born.

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