A Life's Dream

This is my graffiti. I painted it on the side of my dad's school bus, during a breakdown, on the way to Burning Man. Before the weather, and life, erased it, it said "A Life's Dream." The inspiration came during a phone call with my father. I said, "You spent the last of your money on a school bus?!" He said, "Yes, I'm going to grow old on it. It's a life's dream." We had amazing adventures on that bus, I wrote a lot of my book on it, and my father did indeed call it home for many years. In a sudden shedding of possessions and a dramatic relocation to Daytona Beach, Florida, my dad sold it. To strangers. It broke my heart. A year later I found the bus, parked at a hippie festival, with a beautiful hippie family living in it. They were kind and gave me a tour, and it was the same and had my dad's handiwork all through. And yet my dad wasn't there. He was long gone. And I noticed my graffiti had worn off.