The Way in a Manger

When you believe in things you don't understand

True story.

Last night shortly after I pulled out of the driveway a black cat ran across the street in front of me.

About a minute later I saw a shooting star. So I wished for no more bad luck

Maybe bad luck happens to you, good luck you have to make yourself.

530,001

I now have more time for blogging.

My Vote

You know, because it counts.

On May 6 The One Club will be celebrating "the year's best work in print, television, radio, outdoor, innovative media and marketing, and integrated branding." Here is my favorite of the eight nominated TV commercials.

Friday still

It's been six months or more or less I don't know and don't want to think about it and still when it's Friday at five on a warm day like this all I want is to listen to her tell me all about her day while I make her a margarita not too strong open the windows and watch her lull into a nap while the sun sets.

I Can't Dance

and I miss dancing with her

Blood in the Streets

I was walking down Broad Street when I saw some guy walking the other way on the other side of the street.  I saw him stop at the bridge over the highway and lean far over.  I thought, Don't jump.  That would so ruin my Saturday.  He didn't.  He just stood there awhile and stumbled on.  I assumend he was just still lit or hungover from the night before.

I needed to cross the street then and waited for traffic to clear.  In the mean time I watched the guy in his sweat pants and jacket jangle on down the street.  After I'd crossed, I noticed spots on the side walk that looked like blood.  They were bright red as if freshly dropped.  There was a pool of spots near the bridge where the guy had stopped.  I looked back, but he was gone.  I'd thought about turning around to see if he was OK, but didn't.  I decided he was clearly an adult and could take care of himself.  I did wonder if this were a slow suicide.

There was a spot every six inches or so on the sidewalk for several blocks, disappearing at the intersection, then picking up again at the sidewalk.  After about a quarter mile I had to decide whether to continue along my path or follow the trail and at the intersection the spots seemed to go in different directions.

On the same route I saw skid marks from the other side of the street going up to the side walk and ending in the upturned dirt of the landscaping on the other side.  The a muddy trail leading back to the street.

How much is missed.