Day 1- There’s a joke running around about this 78 year old guy who lives within sight of Cape Cod Bay and gets it in his head that he wants to circle the Earth but can’t get out of Logan. He’s wearing his long winged feathers but his feet hurt, one hamstring is recently ruptured, his entire thigh is black and purple, he can barely walk, his breathing is compromised, his heart is in persistent atrial fib and he has no real idea why he is going on this voyage, except a sense he is walking in beauty on a path toward fulfilling his mission. He is a very romantic lad our narrator. He blames it on the Bronx, the Yankees, Jews, Italians, Greeks, Indigenous Americans, the Irish, Germans, Catholics!, poets, black people, warriors fighting overseas, folks who speak other languages, butchers, Sinclair Lewis, woodworking shop, the farm, firemen, god bless the firefighters. The world is at war.