There is something to the feeling of the area. This area. All places have history. Not all have had someone who thought to write it down.
Illinois was something of the Frontier. As I recall, Lincoln refered to it in some way that characterized it's flavor?
Being a New Yorker has something to it besides tradition. It's somewhat of a haunting or curse that once the spirits have branded you, it's you...forever.
It goes beyond just our known civilization though. Apparently there was a sixth Great Lake. At some point during the last Ice Age it decided to rupture and the rushing waters carved this cavern that became the Hudson River.
Now listening to historians, climatetologists or maybe archiologists there always seems to be this exact defining of events...vaguely?
Sitting here looking at the Hudson and what is called the Palasades across it, it's difficult to image it was under 2 miles of ice 12,000 years ago? There are caves here with stone age illustrations on the walls of Mastodons, i.e., big hairy tusked elephants, not a football team.
Within the recent past, it has been discovered that at the mouth of the Hudson River, beneath the waters, there is a geological structure that was broken by an event of some kind (the sixth Great Lake bursting) and within a stones throw, MASTODON skeptical remains.
Now I try to keep these things in perspective and 12,000 years almost doesn't seem that long ago? After all, Porsche has been building variations of the 911 for almost as long?
So I try to pay reverence to the area. The Native Americans, those that were previously called by "us" Indians, feel that everything has a spirit to it. The wind. The water. The sky, etc. Who am I to argue?
In fact with the strange things that go on right here on my property, I consider that I am on the sacred grounds of some ancient humans and the leader or maybe the "Medicine Man" takes exception to either me or Shelby?
It's difficult to conceive of him being a Corvette guy but the evidence is definitely leaning that way?
What was that story a while back about in seven points you could prove everyone was related or something to that effect or delusion?
Did you know that Lt.Col George Armstrong Custer had a mansion on Fifth Avenue in NYC? Did you know that he owned a theater on Bowery?
He was a 24 year old Brevet General during the Civil War, which means the commission to General was temporary and he would revert back to his earned rank which was Lt.Col.
"Hollywood" is who created the rank with possibly unintentional cooperation by the "media" of his time?
Everyone thinks of "Times Square" now as the NYC theater district, the naked Cowboy and the nude body painters there on the center island. In the 1870's, the "Bowery" was the theater district.
Anyway I'm sure that my Shelby's exhaust echos have caught someone else's attention and have impressed upon them some sort of super natural meaning somewhat like the Dutch saying that the thunder that echoed through the Hudson Valley during storms was of Rip Van Winkle bowling?
The Hudson Valley and NYC is a fascinating place if you just stop look and listen...and there are sensations enough to feel it talking to you? Kind of like the feel and sound of solid lifters and headers.
I've got to get back to polishing my ten spokes now. They really got grimy. Do you have any idea what I could do to get this "Indian Medicine Man's" spirit off my case? I'm stumped?
Write a book? Why? I already have a book. Who needs two?