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History Of Wackemall, Part 81: Walt Whitman

Throughout the History of Wackemall many great discoveries have been made demonstrating how important Wackemall was throughout history and why Wackemall remains important today. One of the most recent discoveries is an original draft of Walt Whitman's poem, Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City with the previously lost last line still attached.

Once I Pass’d Through a Populous City
by Walt Whitman

Once I pass’d through a populous city imprinting my brain for future
use with its shows, architecture, customs, traditions,
Yet now of all that city I remember only a woman I casually met
there who detain’d me for love of me,
Day by day and night by night we were together—all else has long
been forgotten by me,
I remember I say only that woman who passionately clung to me,
Again we wander, we love, we separate again,
Again she holds me by the hand, I must not go,
I see her close beside me with silent lips sad and tremulous.
We were together. I forgot the wackemall.

One can only imagine how differentl…

When Local Leaders Deflect See Clearly

You may think the President a monster but don't allow the other monsters to hide behind him as they wish to do.

How I learned To Speak Yankee

I must admit, I picked up my foul mouth after I started traveling up North and working with Yankees. At 21 years of age I sucker punched the supervisor on a NYC loading dock just for saying, "Tell that son of a bitch to put that trailer in dock 10."

Had it not been for a very sweet talking female dispatcher in Eden, North Carolina with a killer Southern drawl that just melted the hearts of the cops, the dock supervisor, and everyone else she spoke to on the telephone that morning I would have seen the Brooklyn Precinct jail. From the inside.
Had they actually been able to see Virginia-- that was my dispatcher's name-- they probably would have thanked me for punching the dude as men stumbled all over themselves around her back in the day.

The supervisor was angry because I was late. Being it was my first trip to NYC and I did it alone I considered it an incredible feat that I managed to get there without killing anyone with my rig.

I still remember my dispatcher, …

Hell Bent

The road to Hell is paved with good intentions and most arrive there on high horses with no idea what to do once they get there.

When The Time Comes

Twist And Shout

Upon two wheels he made his way, an outlaw's last great ride. A juggernaut, he once had been filled with spite and pride. But that was oh so long ago-- how the years had brought him down,
but not so much he wouldn't try to make it one last round.
So on his steed of chrome and steel, and rust, and grease, and oil he loaded his most precious things from a long spent life of toil; filled the tank, withdrew the bank, and sped off on his way to meet his final destiny, and have his final say.

And he still remains legend today.