Historically, I have not been the world’s biggest forgiver. I rather let time take away all that was bad about a situation. After I haven’t seen folks in a while, I can’t even remember what I was mad about in the first place. And, hopefully, neither can they!

These was big men. And there was big money on the stage.

And each one of them had come to win. Win, no matter what.

These men would kill you to win, whoever you were that got in

their way or could enable them onto the victory. They were like characters out of a Bob Dylan song, Bob singing on one of this

recent cds.

You know what I’m going to do about it? I’m going to stay out of it. I’m going to bite my tongue, and take a run from the scene of the accident. Don’t help to make me be another skeleton that didn’t have to die today.

Oh my god pressure, oh ho pressure

here we go, oh no, dear god please save us

dear god please slow things down and let

us get up off the hit parade.

Oh God don’t let this thing land upon us.

Oh God is there anywhere we can go to save us?

Who can help? Is anyone listening? Am I talking

to myself?

I usually, passionately, hate the rain. The rain gets in the way of everything who I am, everything that I am doing, everyone who I might want to be. But the rain helps turn our seeds into seedling, and those seedlings into baby plants that grow up to be healthy adults who give us tomatoes, and peppers, and green beans, and watermelon etc.