It's been awhile since I last wrote here and please, forgive me for the delay.
Recent events have thwarted me from writing down my thoughts and actions, this
quest that my Father began -seems to have led me from one realm of madness
That small scrap of paper that I found behind the locker in Shaw's small abode on
the outskirts of Corona New Mexico was to take me away from this arid desert and
urge me to northwards to a town with the odd name of Parump in Nevada.
It was a map, the notepaper showed a child-like drawing of a route that would take
an unknown along the replacement-road of Route 66 from Albuquerque on a westward
trail to Kingman in Arizona. Frome there, I-93 north to Las Vegas then north-east to this
strange-named place. I would be heading north.
Northwards -but not alone.
The morning after I had visited Professor Shaw's makeshift laboratory, I awoke at
7.00am in that small Holiday Inn room to the sound of the telephone ringing.
I had booked into the Inn on the off-chance, leaving the lonely trail to Shaw's
delapidated place and seeking a place to rest my head.
So who was ringing?
With a weary tone, I asked who the hell wanted me and was surprised by the soft
voice of Helen Fielding, somehow she had found me!
Sitting up and for some reason, combing my hair with my fingers, I asked her about
her excellent detective-work and why she was calling. As Helen replied, I realised that
she was driving as she spoke, the low-drone of tyres-on-road in the background told me
she was in her car.
"After we met, I went into my Father's room and had a look through his personal effects...
There's some photographs and some information that you may find interesting" she said.
In regards of locating me in this isolated area, she answered that she's 'second-guessed'
where I would go and gambled that I'd stay at the nearest motel.
I wondered if she'd made more than one call to different hotels and motels in her search,
but I refrained from ruining our new-born friendship.
After explaining my plans to visit Nevada, Helen said that she would like to meet me
at a halfway point, we agreed on Albuquerque.
So here I am, sitting on the edge of a motel bed in Parump with my laptop. In the next
room, Helen is getting changed for our Dinner at 'The Saddle West Hotel Casino &
Restraurant' and I must admit, I'm looking forward to our meal.
I'll sign off with copies of the images Helen discovered among her Father's things.
She has kindly allowed me to post them here and as the third and fourth images
show, even the famous rocket scientist Wernher von Braun had some interest in
our mysterious 'Boy In A Dress'
edit on 7-2-2013 by A boy in a dress because: (no reason given)