Closing Credits

The rubber duck circling the drain tells me it's over.

Remembering When My Best Times Were Behind Me

If you embrace a cliche for your life, might as well go with a classic.  I'm going with forty days..


No desert involved, but there comes a time in your life when a weekend to plan the rest of you life seems like a good investment.  I know what I want and where I want it to happen. I know who I want in my life. I know what I want say and who I want to hear it.

Saturday the Thirteenth

I had a great title that became a great story that I'm keeping. Along with the  Island post, Tortoise post, Island with Giraffe post, and Saturday the 13th.

Having unprotected thoughts exposed when I need the money, is not happening. I think what I'll start blogging is current events. How can that be hard?

Fritos and Beans

The most amazing idea I've ever goosebumped, unless you count the one I had last week, struck this morning. It's Faulkner drinks with Brautigan brainstorming Aesop. Happiness abounds in my soul. So much happiness I dance like everyone can see me, because I'm Presbyterian from Wisconsin and that 's  the best I can do. It feels good like sin and self-expression should.

Happiness and excited pacing around here.

How do protect ideas, Cliff?