If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?




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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.











Wednesday, December 12, 2012

The Chicken Saga Continued...



Eve has been fighting with Daryl.


A lot.


As in, 'one of us is going to have to die', kind of fighting. 
Thing is, there's no reason for it.
There aren't any chicks to show off for...
there's plenty of food...
and thirty-two acres to divide between the two of them.
They're just fighting to be fighting.
Apparently heterosexual human males don't have a monopoly on this kind of stupidity.
Anyway...
Eve is now Everette...
with four E's. 




Tuesday, December 4, 2012

I'm driving in my car.


I turn on the radio. The old-fashioned, free kind.
I hear like, four notes. I'm thinking Rod Stewart. Hot Legs.
I go into Karaoke mode.  
But no. I’ve been duped. It's not Rod Stewart. It’s Grand Funk. We’re an American Band.
I’m not in a Grand Funk mood. I don’t want anybody coming to my town. I don’t want to party it down. I'm in Karaoke mode for god's sake. I want some Rod Damn Stewart. I need some Rod Damn Stewart.

I change the station. There's Rod, wrapping up my request , all nasty and precognitive like, 'Hot Legs, keep my pencil sharp... ' 
I have a higher calling. I'm sure of it.        

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Touristy Stuff Cont., The Grand Canyon.


This place is insane...


'Grand' is a really poor choice of words.


I was dumbfounded...
Stupefied.


This, is a really, really big hole.
I don't know what rim we were at.
I don't think it matters...
It was all beautiful.


Definitely worth the fifteen bucks.
Put it on your to-do list.

(click the pictures... bigger is better)


The Big Trip, Part Two: Touristy Stuff


As a kid, places like the Continental Divide, The Four Corners, Pike's Peak, held a kind of Billy the Kid mystique for me. They were geographical legends, elusive heroes that could take your life at any given moment and think nothing of it.


Not so much any more. At least not the Continental Divide. Even the dogs there were run down.     

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 Someone just had to stand on a corner in Winslow, Arizona...


A fine sight indeed.

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Meteors do hit the Earth folks...
  

Not often. But they do.
And they make big, big holes, which cost fifteen dollars to see.
Worth every penny.