All the adventure in the world is out there, and in some way or other at this moment you’re on part of the journey that makes up that adventure, even if sitting at some seemingly eternal stop light or godforsaken bus stop waiting to get moving again.
Many people like to spend their golden years in the sun, and so they do. Lately, I watch the elderly men sitting on the bench from my window. These are not street people, they are just normal residents of the nearby apartment buildings with plenty of time on their hands and not enough to fill the ever increasing hours of consciousness.
Some people are thrust into greatness. Some people have greatness thrust upon them. But most people are destined to have greatness thrust into them - by The Almost Legendary Hog - according to themselves, of course.
It was truly sad to read that the one man legend that was Otto passed away earlier this month. If anyone has ever been part of the adoptive Rockfield family for any period in time, then you too will be unable to pause without sending love into the ether to him upon learning this.
Back on the road again, and as ever mixed emotions. I really am in love, and I really want a home, and to be in that home with the person I love. But right now as the road gets ever snowier as we head into Transylvania, I am trying to be thankful.
He’s doing it again, as he will all night long. He is a creature of habit, listening, or not listening more likely - slumped unconscious to whatever mystery show he listens to on channel x, beaming back through space and time.
Recently I noticed something very strange. Silver people on the metro. Not old, or perhaps you would say distinguished, silver haired, or anything quite so normal, no; people who actually *look* silver.