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We own a 1975 GMC Sierra Grande 15 in Maine and a 1986 Chevrolet Custom Deluxe 10 in West Texas. Also a pair of 1997 Volvo 850 wagons. Average age in the fleet is 28 years--we're recycling. I've published 3 novels: THE LAW OF DREAMS (2006), THE O'BRIENS (2012), and CARRY ME (2016). Also 2 short story collections: NIGHT DRIVING(1987) and TRAVELLING LIGHT (2013). More of my literary life is at www.peterbehrens.org I was a Fellow at the Netherlands Institute for Advanced Study for 2012-13. I'm an adjunct professor at Colorado College and in the MFA program at Queens University of Charlotte. In 2015-16 I was a Fellow at Harvard University's Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. The Autoliterate office is in Car Talk Plaza in Harvard Square, 2 floors above Dewey Cheatem & Howe. SUBSCRIBE TO THE AUTOLITERATE DAILY EMAIL by hitting the button to the right.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Annales


1975 left Montreal hitchhiked to Berkeley to see a girl, BM, whom I had met on Jericho Beach in Vancouver in '73. Hitchhiked solo from Montreal to Maine to Nashville to New Orleans to El Paso to LA to Bay Area. Spent a week in Berkeley then started north for Banff but got a ride to Mendocino & fell in love with the place (reminded me of Maine) and spent a week in a state park there. Then went on to Missoula, Banff, and Manitoba. In Brandon, Manitoba met up with old friends from Montreal who were in a band, and we drove a '68 Mercury from Brandon to Montreal nonstop in about 30 hours.

1976 I left Montreal with my future brother in law Aidan ONeill in a Chrysler drive-away delivery car to Windsor Ontario. Crossed the bridge to Detroit & picked up a brand new Dodge truck to deliver to Logan Utah, then hitchhiked from Logan UT to Mendocino, on the way got picked up in the desert by 2 crazy brothers who got into a fight and pulled out a pistol in a Denny's parking lot in Reno); then up the coast Mendocino, and to Seattle, where we picked up another driveway truck, a big one, to deliver from Vancouver to Calgary,. It broke down for a while in Salmon Arm BC . We stopped in Banff where Mary B and my cousin Sally Reynolds fed us at the Homestead Restaurant; from Calgary we went to work on the GH Ranch at Sundre Alberta then the grain harvest at Olds, Alberta. I met the BAnff log house crew first time at (Canadian) Thanksgiving dinner, Buffalo Street, 1976.

If my son ever wanted to do that I would do everything possible to stop him, but my father had lived through the wars,(watched a German fighter plane shot down over North London, 1917!  Fled Germany in August 1939!) & I guess he figured anything I did was pretty soft by comparison
Oh Banff. Man there's nowhere like it. There was a cougar, and I mean the cat, one night in the parking lot at the Safeway 2 weeks ago. A big one. Bears, okay, even griz, I can handle that. But a cat like that makes me feel like a mouse. We're nothing but prey.


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