The Question I Carried

This essay was published in WBUR Cognoscenti on August 21, 2015

Stone Soup is a folktale about a wanderer who comes to town and proclaims he can make soup from a stone. He convinces townspeople to heat a cauldron of water and places his stone inside. Then he stirs expectations: ‘a slice of carrot’, ‘a pinch of sage’ or ‘a bit of meat’ would make the soup even tastier. He cajoles locals to toss in all sorts of ingredients, and by supper they share the soup all around. Everyone is amazed that such tasty soup comes from a stone. After the feast, the drifter pockets his stone and proceeds to the next town.

0820_bike_trip_cog-592x324I consider that fable as I bicycle across the 48 contiguous United States and ask the question, “How will we live tomorrow?” In the past thirteen weeks I’ve pedaled over 5000 miles and visited tewnty-one states. I have thousands more miles and a full turn of the seasons before I complete my circuitous route. My odyssey is rooted in a desire to explore this country in a visceral way; my question provides structure and purpose to my wanderings. It also stimulates a deeper level of conversation among those I meet.

Every day I engage at least one person I don’t know in conversation and ask them my question. Several times a week I visit companies and institutions to discuss tomorrow. So far, I’ve talked with organic farmers and fast food executives; hospital CEO’s and family constellation therapists; chiefs of police, IT programmers, inventors, professors, and minimum wage workers; Muslims, Catholics, Seventh-Day Adventists, Mormons, Jews; and immigrants from Lebanon, Somalia, India, Norway, and Cambodia.

Some people respond to ‘How will we live tomorrow?’ by describing what they’ll do twenty-four hours hence; others talk about colonizing distant planets. Many respond from a global perspective, others answer in the first person singular. Quite a few rephrase the question to how should we live, or how they hope to live tomorrow. One man, a Navy veteran who offered me lodging for the night, told me my question was too broad and diffuse. Then the next morning he said, “I’ve been thinking about your question: We will live tomorrow in the memories of those who love us.” Hardly a standard military response.

My project is inherently unscientific. I am a slow slice of space and time cutting through our land, haphazardly hitting and missing people and events. Still, a guy on a bicycle with two saddlebags and a question learns quickly that people are kind and good. I’ve suffered two mechanical failures and one serious tumble. Each time strangers came to my aid, offering transportation and iodine. I originally intended to stay in local motels, yet half the time strangers who’ve heard of my adventure invite me into their homes, make me supper, give me a bed, cook me breakfast, and send me on my way. All I offer in exchange are stories of the road and my question. Yet we both find it a satisfactory exchange.

People hail me down to give me cold water, buy my lunch, offer me money, and give me fresh produce. I turn money away, but I’ve learned to accept food and drink as tangible ways for people to participate in my adventure. As one staid businessman said, “You’re living the dream, man. You’ve got to let others join in.” More then stuff, I appreciate how people display their concern for my quest and my safety. Nuns give me blessings; Buddhists give me Karma; Native Americans give me talismans. Evangelicals pulled me into a prayer circle in a McDonald’s. As a tiny yellow-clad creature crawling across a continent abuzz with hard steel vehicles, I am grateful for all protection.

Loveland-Pass-592x444On my longest day so far, crossing the Continental Divide in Colorado, a seasoned cyclist overtook me outside of Denver. I gave Mark my card and asked him my question. He said, “I’ve got lots of ideas for tomorrow, but today I’m looking after you.” Mark accompanied me for eleven-hours for the seventy-mile climb to Loveland Pass. Near the top he said, “You may be the only man who ever topped Loveland on a heavy steel bike with saddle bags and tennis shoes. You are one weird cyclist.” Then he rolled back east while I continued west.

I could end my odyssey today and consider it a success; I have countered my concerns about our vast country and its myriad problems with examples of abundant generosity. But I can’t stop yet. I have many more miles to pedal, states to visit, and people to meet. In every town, I ask my question, people toss their ideas into the mix, and savor our conversation. Then we part, like the stone soup vagrant and the townsfolk, mutually satisfied.

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About paulefallon

Greetings reader. I am a writer, architect, cyclist and father from Cambridge, MA. My primary blog, theawkwardpose.com is an archive of all my published writing. The title refers to a sequence of three yoga positions that increase focus and build strength by shifting the body’s center of gravity. The objective is balance without stability. My writing addresses opposing tension in our world, and my attempt to find balance through understanding that opposition. During 2015-2106 I am cycling through all 48 mainland United States and asking the question "How will we live tomorrow?" That journey is chronicled in a dedicated blog, www.howwillwelivetomorrw.com, that includes personal writing related to my adventure as well as others' responses to my question. Thank you for visiting.
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5 Responses to The Question I Carried

  1. yogibattle says:

    As I was taking my aging father and law to the ER yesterday, he was telling me stories about his life to comfort his pain. He said that he used to hitchhike across the country. I asked him if he thought it was dangerous, to which he replied “I was in uniform, I got to my destination faster than the bus, and people offered to buy me dinner too.” I lamented that the country is changed and doing the same feat would be impossible today. Your story about people flagging you down to bring you water gives me a sense of faith in this country I didn’t have before reading your post. Thank you!

    • paulefallon says:

      Terrific! Since we have been blogging buddies for some time, and I haven’t figured out how to ride my bicycle to Hawaii, I would love to hear from you: How will we live tomorrow?

      • yogibattle says:

        I think about this question often. I interpret “tomorrow” as the middle to distant future. At our current rate, I am not confident that our Earth will be a nice place to live in 100 years. Every year in Hawaii there is a hurricane season. In most years’ past we’d have one or two warnings. These past two weeks we’ve had four!

        I am encouraged by innovations in solar and alternative sources of energy. In Hawaii we are trying to eliminate our dependence of fossil fuel by 2050, but the government I feel is corrupt and ruled by the islands’ monopolies and unions who

  2. paulefallon says:

    Great, but you left me hanging. who..what?

  3. yogibattle says:

    …sorry, had to attend to my father in law 🙂

    monopolies and unions who will overlook environmental concerns to make a quick buck.

    How will we live tomorrow? Resources will be fewer and the wealthy will dictate what we have failed to do in our duties as informed and responsible citizens. We will have to be less self centered and greedy if we will keep this island (Earth and Hawaii) sustainable and affordable. With the crop of politicians and capitalistic forces, I don’t see change coming any time soon unfortunately. To make tomorrow a nice place to want to live, we will have to change our current way of thinking. If more people would take time off to travel the country by bike, and ask important questions, maybe that thinking will change more quickly! People doing daily yoga practice would also help.

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