Words are screaming to be written in stanzas of good intent. My eyes are closing trying to bring what I can together - grasping at what combinations depict my state of mind. Nothing comes, or very little and frustration conquers all. Darkness is thicker for the newly blind - who cannot see the range of picture like one born without sight. Distracted by what he lost, he forgets to find what he's gained.

I think I'm Getting Lucky

Charming.

I got pulled over last night. I can't believe I didn't see him - I was just cruising along, on my way to PBR - and suddenly a set of Crown Vic headlights were reading my license plate. I never miss them! I can smell them! This guy musta been wearing the power stripe. Good guy that cop - looked at my license for about 30 seconds and told me to slow down. Seriously, it was over so fast - I didn't even have time to start looking for my registration before he turned me loose.

A few hours later I was perfecting my driving (180's, 360's, general sliding for fun) in, er, 'adverse' conditions (ice and snow covered parking lots). The curious patrolman smiled at my explanation and said "be careful." Winter sports...mmmm...

Things I want to do...dreams, you might call them. Stuff you will have to be okay with:

-Run with the bulls in Pamplona
-Cinco de Mayo in Mexico
-Skydiving
-BASE jumping
-Learn to surf
-Randomly distribute cash to shoppers in the mall at Christmas time
-Have a conversation with a sitting President
-Protest Ignorance
-Stand Alone. Often.
-Visit every continent
-Learn to sail
-Buy an Island
-Be honest
-Buy Trevor a Rolex
-Write letters instead of emails
-Travel overseas on a whim
-Have a house with a room named "The Library"
-Run across the field at a professional baseball game
-Don't get arrested
-Give my life for someone else

20-10

Thus ends Seattle's post season woes and unchartered territory: the division finals at home.

Oooo yeeaahhh...

Over the Next Ridge

Better Sides of Cheney