So, this happened awhile ago, but Maggie and I went camping. No, not car camping. . . bike camping. We found a nice campground, recommended by a friend. (Phil the angel, St. Phil, etc. More to come on him.) To be precise, we squatted. In the most beautiful squatter's site I can imagine. So yeah, there was poison ivy, and flat tires, and fear of being joined by strangers, but that's not all. There was also concord grapes, wine, and of course morning sun on the bay. Squatting. . . yes I recommend trying it once. Especially if your view is this one.

Maybe now

Well, I just read more of Chris's website. . . and I'm inspired. I'll have to see what I can do. This being busy stuff can certainly get in the way! Bosh!
Here are some quick thoughts that should have been down already:
  • Your science will not save you! (miss-interpreted bumper sticker)
  • I fought the war and the war one! (What could this mean?)
  • The way we use words like "democracy" and "justice" aren't they just like the gods of the olympiad?. . . or any system of god for that matter.
  • I have been meaning to do an entry for NPR's "This I Believe" show. I still will.
  • What would I do if I were president? How would I act?