Braintree

In exile from Elsewhere, reading a new edition of an old American history textbook, I came upon this fascinating fact that has special meaning for the 2004 Summer Season of Elsewhere Elsewhere Journeygoers: Braintree, Mass., object of the Sad Traveler's quest on evening in August, and point of departure to destinations north, is the sight/site of the murder that was blamed on famed anarchist scapegoats Sacco and Vanzetti.

When we were there, we could tell there was something special about Braintree, but staying in a Motel 6 right off the Interstate we were at a loss to find out what it is. There are no signs for Sacco and Vanzetti in Braintree. Funny (?) to think that a contingent of anarchist (not really, Elsewhere suffers actually from the political malady of hyperarchism, not anarchism) bohemians staying at the site/sight of our nation's first great wrong against the philosophically different. (Bold-faced lie/exaggeration: c.in.point: alien and sedition acts). Katherine Ann Porter, writer, described the case as the "Never-Ending Wrong." S & V were executed on August 23, 1927 (an eerie date as well, my droogs, for wasn't our repose sometime around August 23? Was it August 23 exactly? Let's pretend that it was) still proclaiming their innocence.

"They went searching for the American Dream, and couldn't find it anywhere."

Moving into the Upper Transcend

Well, I said I would do it and now I'm doing it.
While Elsewhere, Once and Future Art Community languished through the winter, Josh Boyette, Sad Traveler, came, saw, and left without conquering, except for one brief experience that may or may not be consider conquering depending on definition, personal reference point, and absolute velocity of an African swallow.

I did the make the g*dd!#m website, which after taking a great fall this morning, was put back together by a crack team of equines and hominids answering to a hereditary autocrat by the name of G Squiggly. You can see it now at elsewhereelsewhere.org, unless you came here by way of it, in which case, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

So in the immortal words of Neil Young, "he may be gone but he's not forgotten," or Neil Diamond, "we're coming to America," or Neil Armstrong "what the fuck is that thing over there?" this is Jumping Jehosaphat, Sad Traveler, Reader-In-Residence, Director of Communications, Josh Boyette, Once-Again, transcending out of the space and into the etherworld (opp. of netherworld) of Silicon and Philadelphia.

I bid you goodnight, as I go to join, my friends, the ghosts of elsewhere.