Gary Adams can be defined as the modern-day Huckleberry Finn.
When Adams was just 8 years old, he decided he wanted to go on a trip. Without telling anyone, he packed up and set off. He ended up traveling to Arkansas and Missouri before heading back home.
He remembers it being a great trip, but he also recalls the chaos that ensued when he came home.
Where had he been? Why did he leave? And who did he tell he was going traveling?
"About two or three times after I did this — going on my trips — people started to understand that I would be coming back," he said.
Adams traveled with a local junk collector, who would take items he had purchased at a minimal cost and then turn around and sell them elsewhere.
The problem was, Adams said, the man could hardly drive his car because he could not see very well.
So by the time Adams was 9 or 10 years old, he was driving the man's truck, helping him get from place to place, be it the next town over or two whole states away.
But Adams didn't mind.
In the introduction of his special copy of his poems that he produced for the Drivers and Drovers fundraiser Saturday night, one line read that young people were able to have adventures "without fear of harm."
"I got lucky in this life because I have pretty much been able to do whatever I have wanted," he said. "And that has been a real joy."
At Saturday's fundraiser, Adams wore black boots and a beige cowboy hat, looking every bit the part of the cowboy that he is, inside and out.
He even has a slight Southern drawl, which no doubt comes from his years of hopping around states like Oklahoma and Texas, where he grew up.
His bright grin framed by a white mustache still hints at a man who is not done going on adventures, and who is fortunate enough to be able to put down his experiences on paper.
Adams said he is no poet, only that he was inspired to write down his memories thanks to a chance gift by a friend — a book of poetry about a traveling poet's experiences.
He does not remember the title or author of the book, but Adams said it stuck a chord with him, and he has been writing and rhyming ever since.
The Wilton resident has settled down a bit in his travels, and he now pens much of his poetry on a handy laptop. But when he does travel, that laptop never leaves him.
"I thought something had happened to him the other day when I caught him sitting in his chair," said his wife, Doris. "He hadn't moved for three days. He had just kept on writing. Turns out he had fallen asleep."
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