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Not the Asshole
My current job location, and given so few of us in the office, I have the luxury of parking in a heated underground garage. It’s a good thing actually. Often times I leave in the dark so it’s nice not having to trape around a dark parking lot. On snowy days, I feel guilty of bringing all that crud into the garage. I diligently brush off all the snow and ice from my drive to work, then park under cover for a while. At least long enough for most of it to fall off. Then around 10 or so, back under cover of a nice warm garage. On days it…
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Found It
Found the card. I’m not crying, you are.
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Our next President and Vice President
This is the beginning of the end to trumps presidential tour. I’m not happy, I am ecstatic. The last 4 years has indeed been a shit show, and I am reminded of my father’s words. “This nation is big enough and strong enough to survive 4 years of anyone being president.” He never thought of trump or a crazy pandemic when he said that. To be honest, I don’t even remember which president he was referring to. He was a life long republican but I have no idea when he flipped. Over the years I’ve held many of his same political leanings. In my heart though I would classify myself…
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Shower Thoughts
Speaking of showers….. The only reference I have as an adult to how small I once was is the shower towel. When I was younger, like 5 or 7, I always associated climbing out of the tub or shower with a great big fuzzy towel. Either Mom or Dad would wrap me up and quickly dry me off. When I was older and able to responsibly practice good bathing techniques, they would let me do my thing. But the thing is, I liked to stand there and drip dry. The towel hugged over my shoulders with a tight grip. Hair would drip, and on cold morning’s goose bumps would appear…
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Squaw Pass
I’m still moving content from my old site. The transition from a “page” site to a more bloggy site is a good thing. Not sure what it means if I ever move the site again, but with WordPress as the backbone, it should be easier. Still not thrilled with the format. Tryin’ to get it formatted in a way I like is challenging. Without spending money. =) It’s just a drive. Somedays, you just have to go away.
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50,000 Miles
This is my scooby truck, Morris hitting 50K miles. Traveling north on I-25 in New Mexico on my way back from Las Cruces. It’s December 30, 2010, a little after Noon. I am approaching mile marker 373. Is this monumental? Is it worthy of being included here? I don’t know, but it is. Here’s the video just for fun. Why does this matter? As I write this it’s a new decade. My car making it to 50 thousand miles. A first beer; a first kiss; a first speeding ticket. Some happen when technology is around to record the event. Others are just vague memories triggered by random stuff… Fuzzy edges…
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Youth
I found this on my phone, written January 2014. Some poetry, good, bad, or whatever. I wanna grow upThe world awaitsI’m just a childBut I wanna grow up They can driveAnd vote and do adult thingsI wanna grow upI’m only a kidBut I wanna grow up I can’t waitI wanna grow upBut I’m still so youngI can’t give it up My world is smallBut I wanna grow upI can’t be so littleWhen I wanna grow up Scared of tomorrowIs not my fearStaying so youngCry many a tearI wanna grow up So troubled yet freeWhen I walk out that doorI wanna grow upI just wanna
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Let’s talk Tattoos again
I really do like the art. Someday I might have a full sleeve of just black and gray. I have no idea what that is yet, but when the idea hits, I am going to do it. Geisha girl, dragon, waves, Tō-ji temple. I’m just not sure yet. I had been holding on to this card from my Mom for a number of years. Took a snap of it to cause I knew the card would get lost, or I would not be able to find it. Sure enough, I even had to hunt for the photo. It wasn’t impulsive, just quickly decided. Was it the covid crazy? Not really.…
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Old Format
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Denver – Summer of 2020
The summer of 2020… we don’t need to see this again. I never went to any of the protests, but a few times I went down the next morning. This is what I found.
