Saxophone Blues

Jimothy Dyck, captain of the starship Explorer says good-bye forever to his family and leaves on a mission that makes no sense.  It was Earth year 3084. Jimothy Dyck, captain of the starship Explorer , was leaving for his final mission in space.   Jimothy gathered his wife, Maria, and two children, Jimothy Jr. and Jennica, to say goodbye forever.   “Where you going, dad?” Jimothy Jr. asked without looking up from his phone.   “I’m going to find the biggest black hole in the e

Jimothy Dyck was asleep in the Trans-Canada Railyard, dreaming of anywhere but here. His dreams were too big for the small town he left behind. He was headed west, to make it big, with a train hopper named Laverne “Rail’n’Jail” Jenkins. But without any direction, he was just wandering aimlessly between endless rows of rail cars until, finally, the distant wail of a midnight freight train pulled Jimothy from his restless dreamland.   “Wake up, Jimothy!” Jenkins whispered, givi

Jimothy Dyck was headed west with a train hopper known as “Rail’n’Jail” Jenkins. They’d spent all night in the Trans-Canada Railyard, where abandoned warehouses with graffiti-stained walls decayed along Winnipeg’s forgotten streets of nowhere. As Jimothy contemplated the spray-painted designs, he couldn’t help but wonder what he was really doing with his life.   “This is bunk!” Jimothy complained, bored of his existence. “When is this train coming? It feels like we’ve been he

Jimothy Dyck was trying to run away from life, but his backpack was snagged on a branch.   “I can’t even get away from this stupid place!” Jimothy fumed in the Trans-Canada Railyard. “It just keeps holding me back!”   Jimothy was leavi ng home for the first time. His dreams were too big for the small town he grew up in. Jimothy was headed west, determined to make it big, despite his lack of talent. His big plan – hop a freight train out of town – if only he could escape this

Winnipeg’s Golden Boy slept beneath swollen clouds choked with tears the night Jimothy Dyck hopped a freight train out of town.   It was a grey summer in late June, 2010. Jimothy stepped off the #72 bus on his way to the Trans-Canada Railyard. He was all sweaty from lugging his backpack and camping gear across the city.   Jimothy, a somewhat misguided dreamer, was headed west because, “That’s where people go to rebrand their image,” he thought.   The only worldly possessions

Scene 1 Scene 2 Scene 3 Scene 4 Scene 5 Scene 6 Scene 7 Scene 8 Scene 1   It’s night-night time in Los Angeles. I can see the heat steaming off Hollywood Freeway.    The city is plunged in a heat wave. A massive high pressure cell has taken up residence in the upper atmosphere and shows no sign of leaving. Hot air is trapped beneath the lingering mass with no place to go. Worse. Los Angeles is like a giant parking lot baking in the sun. The urban heat island effect causes con