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My meetings with remarkable men and women - A. Mario Waclawski - Friday the thirteenth, two thousand and seven. (a lucky day for all)

In front of Chez Monet - Jefferson City, MO
Today I met another walk-on actor in my life's parade of wonderful, bizarre characters who have wandered, drifted and sometimes fallen into my life. My friend Tony Barnicle and I were finishing our lunch at the outdoor table of our favorite dining spot, the Chez Monet Café in downtown Jefferson City. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a little Charley Chaplin looking guy approaching on the sidewalk. He had an elaborately decorated guitar case and a small suitcase on a little dolly in tow.

Famous Benny Chaplin Walk a Thon He was wearing a formal outfit, minus the coat, brown walking shoes, a red bowtie and an authentic London policeman's cap. At fifteen paces I hailed him over and asked him "what brings you to our fair city?" I figured his outlandish outfit deserved more than a mere "Hi ya" and a nod. And I also figured he was not from these parts. Sure enough he was not from these parts. He greeted us with a broad smile as he sat down and introduced himself as Mario. He is on a pilgrimage, walking US route 50 all the way from San Diego, California across the country to his final destination in Washington, DC where he, no doubt, will arrive on schedule on September 11, 2007.

The Holy Road * His mission is to meet with President Bush and tell him how he can in a single act become the most beloved, most famous president in the history of the United States. He did not go into details with us concerning his meeting with the president. I found out later, after some Googling, that he is on a pilgrimage of sorts to raise awareness and money for a cure to cancer. He seemed enthusiastic about the journey (which began on April Fools Day in San Diego) and the many encounters he has had all along the way. He had a small Dvcam camera he is using to make a video about his trip. He even shot a brief interview with Tony and me for the project.

Mario and Tony Like all such itinerant children of the Universe, he was full of tales of wonderful meetings and an equally poignant back story too elaborate to go into right now. He said he was fifty years old and his wife had died of cervical cancer. Suffice it to say all his amazing good fortune and his assistance from total strangers and unexpected coincidences flow from his excellent outlook and childlike trust - that nothing bad can happen to him. Just in our brief encounter he had added to his store many good things that were wholly coincidental. If Tony and I had not been having lunch when he happened by, we would not have shared our stories which in itself was wonder enough. Tony and I are not what you might call typical Missourians, whatever that is. But also as a result of the meeting, I introduced him to Joan, the proprietor of the Café who insisted on serving him a free meal (something that probably could have only happened at Chez Monet)

The Sisters of Mercy. They are not forgotten or gone... He said he was looking for a small tripod for his video camera which I ran home and immediately procured for him from my unused equipment box. I also gave him an all-purpose little pocket, compass, bottle opener, knife, magnifier and miscellaneous whatever I had bought the day before at a surplus place in town.

Mario Waclawski
Before we parted, we discussed briefly the deeper mystery behind his simple confidence in the Universe and how it will magically provide for everything he needs. It is rare to meet someone who so embodied this principle in such a modest, unassuming way. He literally understands that Jesus' parable of the lilies and the foxes is more than just a metaphor. For Mario it is an imperative. When someone like Mario comes near you, your idea of the world is expanded beyond imagining. It is like having all your chakras steam cleaned. Look for him in a town near you. Don't worry if you don't see him first. He will find you all by himself.
Bob Boldt
* The name "Holy Road" is a wholy owned term
used by Lizzy West and the White Buffalo.
It is employed here without permission.

"My travels are my native land."
- Nikos Kazantzakis
8:53 PM
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