I don't remember the exact date. 1971. Summer. I sat in the plane and looked out the window at the mountain. Waited. Thought. Unease. Waited. The plane began to move. The plane was still on the runway, on the ground. Gaining speed but still on the runway. I was still there, still touching. The nose… Continue reading The Plane
Anger. Envy. Need to write those down.
All memories are traces of tears 2046, Wan Kar Wai
Mrs. Burris died and my mother was born.
Do something in the dirt each day. As kid you did. Made you a better person.
Good for the body. Good for attitude. Dig in the earth each day
I have fond memories of Amsterdam in 1970. I wish I could remember them
Of all the things that happened, more didn't happen
A friend recently said of the stay inside routine, "When this is over I'm going to have to join a gym and AA."
Remember when "have a nice day" was the default "goodbye?" Now it is "stay safe"