Me: Arg! My apple tree!
N: [Sniff] Deer, definitely deer. A buck; no, 2 of them. Me: This demands a senseless and futile gesture. N: Patience, g. Revenge is a dish best served cold… Stopped in to swap stories with my new friends at the Hogan Trading Post near Mesa Verde. Their advice? Go big or go home...
Running of the Elk! Like Spain, but with more horns!
Twenty tourists clad in white tunics with red sashes compete for fun and prizes as they flee a herd of marauding bull elk through downtown as the crowd cheers all the way to the Visitors Center. Any brave souls not gored or trampled will receive a Tee Shirt a free slice of pie. ~Ok, wake up. Was it a dream, or my next novel? Maybe both… “My song to the world is motion—”
I often wonder if anything we say or do today will be remembered by someone in the future. Over 100 years ago, Charles Edwin Hewes looked down into this same river in the mountains of Colorado, marveled at the beauty of nature and penned this poem. And every morning on my walk with Neli, I pause and listen along that river, hoping to hear the song of the trout calling to me. Today I was blessed, hearing the song as clearly as I hear you Charles… From “Song of the Trout” © 1914 Charles Edwin Hewes “Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends…” ~Green Day Writer(s): Michael Pritchard, Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank E. Iii Wright Copyright: Green Daze Music, WB Music Corp. Gave my 3D printer to 7th grader yesterday…
Youth: “What should I do with this machine?” Me: “Destroy this world and build a better one.” Youth: “Sweet.” Me: “Indeed.” #creativedestruction |
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