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Here's a picture of me from February of 2001 (playing a song at Becky and George's wedding)...interesting how time seems to circle back on itself. :) Tonight I'm going to start work on another story - I love when ideas come my way rapid-fire; this one came to me on a long hike at the Dunes State Park (though the air was chilly, the sky looked tropical and my mind moved accordingly). And now, for something completely different: the War on Iraq has cost American taxpayers (estimates vary) between two and three hundred billion dollars. Imagine what could have been done with that money. As I was riding my bike the other night, I had a vision of covered, heated, lighted bike paths. Sure, they'd be expensive, but think of how cool they would be! We could ride anywhere at any time - and I think you could cover, heat, and light every bike trail in America (and police them) for less than it's cost us to invade Iraq. Too bad all the money is in oil. I still ride everywhere m
Lit lamps at teatime. I think there will be a thunderstorm later in the afternoon. See how the clouds build to the west? I think there will be a storm. I awoke to snow and felt instantly happy - last winter was so awful, I just wanted it to die quickly and get warm and stormy, but now, I am ready for it. I love the way the days turn blue at twilight and the way I long for warmth when I'm out walking in the night. I love Chicago at Christmastime, when it's lit and windy (the light hovers). I'll be spending Christmas in San Francisco, where it'll be warm(er) and rainy, but I'm sure it will glow with lights as well. (I am looking forward to this trip SO much.) Winter also spurs my imagination - I always seem to write more eloquently of Spring when it's on the far side of the world. Africa looms. The night stars glint like mica in a riverbed. In the space between sleeping and waking, I hear the first echoless roll of thunder and know that soon the rains will come, a
Way over yonder in the minor key - It's raining on my windows, and I am drinking coffee (remnants of my lunch break). Just thought I'd say hello to the online community (Hey yerself, Colleen!) and gather my far-flung thoughts together. Patricia came to visit earlier this month, and she got to meet many of my jackass friends. We stayed in the Allegro in Chicago again, and went to Navy Pier, and ate in a few nice restaurants, and just hung out with everyone. She got to see a thunderstorm (very cool). There was a great vibe to things. Jeremy and Meredith and Zack came all the way up from Purdue to meet us for lunch in the city, and Adam and Herbie got a room at the hotel and stayed the night, and Chris and Amy rode the train (something they've never been wild about). I have the greatest friends. Patricia was struck with how truly genuine and happy everyone was. And then we came home to Millsville - walked around Wicker Park and hung out with my family, etc... What a great week
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Here's Patricia, whom I miss. (I'm not sure why she's with me, so quit asking!) :)
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Patricia and her caveman boyfriend.