Wednesday, July 20, 2011. It Was A Good Run. PS- This is a shout-out to an old friend, who taught me its the little things that count. Friday, June 10, 2011.

Reflecting on the Entropic World, One Posting at a Time. The Day When A Billion Bled Blue. The Opportune Moment to Shut Up. Life would throw plenty of opportunities at you where your opinion not only matters but will also be valued by other participants in the conversation. However, there are many other moments where you feel the need, or sometimes a compulsion based on your composition, to contribute but the moment is just right to be a silent observer.

Sometimes, You Just Have to Get Back on the Bike. I was waiting for a great sign to indicate to me that it was time, to tell me that I was ready. To be honest, there was never a sign, but I will tell you the following story and pretend like this was The Sign. I, of course, imagined half of Jasons arm lying in the grass in the backyard and was like,. Oh, and her name is Josephine.

Peer inside the window of my mind. Monday, February 20, 2017. Page 51 - The Bug. Sunday, February 19, 2017. Saturday, February 18, 2017. Page 49 - Visiting the Capitol. Friday, February 17, 2017. Page 48 - Looking Ahead. Thursday, February 16, 2017. Wednesday, February 15, 2017. Page 46 - Juke Joint Jezebel.

The older I get, the better I was. A view on life in the fourth quarter. Now with a noggin like mine, I need XL hats- period. Take the oversized, wide brimmed versions made by Big Truck Hats out of Squaw Valley, California. Hat hair has definitely taken a toll on that lid after rides but it is a badge of honor if I can get by the initial smell factor. A sweat stained trucker hat is high on the approval rating for any weekend warrior.