All Gone to Look for America

Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces. She said the man in the gaverty suit was a spy. I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera....Pass me a cigarette I think there's one in my raincoat. We smoked the last one an hour ago.

Where are the days of journeys to the most remote and quaint places in this fine country.

The smiling country faces, the simple life. We get caught up in our lives that we forget how to live.

Amy and I found it. In a few short hours we took a photo journey through Americana. Deep in the woods, a old deserted estate, a cute couple of older women behind the country and some boiled peanuts.

We drive everyday and forget to open our eyes to what is beyond the roads.

Take a journey every day.
Even if it is just for a moment

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Did you ever wonder what it would be like to walk over the platform of the reality of earth and step into a cosmic unknown? Put the bong down and turn off the Pink Floyd. We are not going there right now. Maybe later but at this moment this is a in-body experience.

Last evening as the bars screamed of techno, bad pickup lines and stale beer I journeyed through the quiet pin dropping ambiance of the residential beachfront property to the long narrow path of sand opening up to a planetarium without walls. To the right a perfectly shaped half moon lay high in the sky just above the tranquility of the lighthouse circling the sand and ocean.

Above, the stars winked with such clarity that you felt a personal connection. One I cannot recall.

It brought back memories of my mother and I on top of the golf course staring at the stars and just letting our minds wander.

The constellations were like an orchestra in the sky each playing notes so loud it was peaceful.

Every now and again we get rare moments. This was one.

Hail Mary It's The Millenium Falcon

I often wonder who UFO spottings and Virgin Mary spottings in tree barks, sweat stains and tomatos are always in the remote parts of the midwest. Then again it is the same folks that tend to win powerball. That begs the question, "Am I at a disadvantage for living in a city?" I was starting to wonder that very question not to long ago until it happened.....

Yesterday, I innocently made a pancake. Ok, so I didn't measure the mix and water properly and so I haphazardly watched the frying pan while I worked but something magical happened.

After I finished this ridiculously big pancake and put it on my plate I saw a vision.

One on the sci-fi heavens can bring.

I made the Millenium Falcon. Or maybe it made itself.

Before me was the a fluffy version of Han's vehicle. It was a site to see.

Text Dating...What's the Point

Why are we a society obsessed with Text Dating. I know that is not the accepted term in the social media superhighway. For now let us call it "emotional complacency" or "emotional distancing" Now I am getting to philosophical.

So we go on a date. Everything is going great. The conversation is flowing, you gaze into each other's eyes, hold hands on the street and have that amazing first kiss or awkward one but not that bad that you don't do it again later on in the night. You both feel that slight weakness in your knees and the feeling of something new in the air.

Birds are singing, children laughing and chimes ring in the night air. Allow me a little literary drama hear. You make plans to see other again "soon"!!!!

Then the texing begins. "How are you?" "How was your day?" "Work is really busy" "We need to hang out sometime soon" "I don't know for sure when I will be free again" "Good morning" "Goodnight" "I miss you" "You were a lot of fun"

When does that stop and the human interaction begin.....
For many new relationships, never!!!

It never gets out of the text relationship phase. For the next few weeks you sleep with your mobile phone thinking it will eventually be the person on the other end of the text.

I don't want to let reality sink in but this phenomenon does not typically have a happy ending.

One day this virtual reality fad will fade away and we will once again catch the "actual reality" bug.

A Spaceship in Charleston

I want to begin by telling a little tale about a father's love for his son. It is full of emotion and intrigue and may even bring a little tear to your eyes. I will be happy to give you a moment to get tissues of you choose...I'm waiting. Are you back yet. Seriously, how long does it take to get a couple of tissues.

My father, who has spent the greater part of the last seven weeks in South America bought me a gift, actually two. Traditionally he brings me back true authentic Colombian coffee but not this year. He told me today he bought me two Cuban Cigars. Even more remarkable he spent $10 each on them. If there is a greater testament to fatherhood, I don't know what it is. I bow and send a high five of kudos to my father. A true humanitarian.

Driving back from market...I thought I would throw in a little European cultural jargon, I saw a spaceship on the 17 south bridge. It was about two feet off the ground, metallic in color, triangular shaped and flashing lights. I could be wrong, but what if I am not.

Are we ready? If so what are we ready for. Something to ponder as you brush your teeth and prepare for what you hope to be a restful and probe-free evening.

Hallalujah!!!

Today is Memorial Day. A day of reflection to express graditude for those that voluntarily or involuntarily protected freedom of democracy and expression in this country. Each of us has a way to support vocally or silently the contributions made by our family, friends and strangers that bear the uniform. I am donning my father's dogtags not just today but each day as a testiment to his importance to me; not as a soldier but a model of influence in my life and the choices I make everyday.

Howard expresses it through an email and I though carrying his military ID.
Each day we remember those that are important in our lives.

Today is more visible but each day is just as valuable to show your appreciation.

I Can See!

Last night I had two very visual dreams with life and expression that took me deep into the night. I was blind. I don't know why, when or for how long but I had no vision. Very intriguing to be blind in a visual dream. I knew I was blind but could I see myself blind. Did I have an out of body dream? So many more questions to be answered. I was lying in the dark and I opened my eyes. It was grey and blurry but I could see. I then focused and saw again. What does this mean?? I don't know and more importantly do I want to know.

Later on I had another dream I was going to a wedding. My family was large and I had Russian family. I don't have Russian family...

hmmmm...The magic of dreams.