Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
One is capable of flight
One knows it can't fly
He took a duck in the face
At two hundred and fifty knots
William Gibson knew that
He didn't warn Fabio
Because his book came out after the fact
But it became a survival mantra nonetheless
Even if that Pattern Recognition just won't fly
Remember to...
Seems like time for a refresher
These days we are not so much free to fly
But must be prepared to...
Feeling more like a sitting...
#YIKES
Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
Every time I think of buying something I ask myself if I really need this McGuffin in my life, or just want it. That loses much of life’s baggage even before I have to tote it around with me.
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
Firesign Theatre
If You Lived Here You Would Be Home By Now
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?
What is the greatest gift someone could give you?
What are your biggest challenges?
reset
recycle
rejoin
reply
repost
redeem
repeat
repartee
Clearly my reset is on repeat
Pete and Re-Pete
What is your all time favorite automobile?
Every time I try to stay present
I find myself getting wrapped up in the past
Blinding me to a tense future
The year was 1956
The month was January
I was very young at the time
So I don't remember nuthin'
Just hearsay and innuendo after the fact
But I'll bet you half a peach
It was filled with a percentage of humans
Carrying on the human tradition
Of humans taking other humans stuff
By whatever means necessary
While justifying the activity
By whatever means necessary
Just like today
Give or take a percentage point or two
Cynics Corner
Do you have a favorite place you have visited? Where is it?
Driving back from a meandering fully packed family minivan vacation in Hoosierland a quarter of a century or so ago, the opportunity for a brief spur of the moment stop at this intimidating edifice presented itself.
The land equivalent of a cruise ship parked in hilly idyllic terrain. Little chance of capsizing of getting lost at sea. A throwback to a time when you could idle away a season in one building. Albeit a huge labyrinthine of a structure. Hallways that brought to mind “The Shining”. Long porches with plenty of rocking chairs to contemplate the hills off yonder. Arcade games, pools. bowling alleys, all tucked away in this testament to pleasure pastimes of bygone eras. I could have stayed there for a week or two, and the lads agreed. As #2 son dubbed it, ” Fwench Wick”.
But it was not to be and we never returned.
Visiting the web site It looks like it has undergone more than a few upgrades since then. Twenty five years ago it seemed a bit more rustic and dated than it looks now. But the strong bones seem to have endured. As do I.
Why identify the scene of a long ago brief stop over as a favorite place? Because that’s what came to mind and that’s just the way I am.
A Scroll Threw Life 