pieces of home

From Africa to Springfield, Missouri...home is where you choose to make it. You leave some pieces of yourself behind and choose to take others along for life's journey.

charlie parker's

Charlie Parker's. Love the napkin and straw on the floor...and those kids' faces. I wonder, were they making 'em at me?

sweeeeeeet

Thanks, C, for making my day sweeeeet! Nothing like a box full of sweets from the Bleeding Heart Bakery. Veruca salt cupcake? Bring it.

no rolls, just ice

We drove through mist to the home of throwed rolls and a wet smiley face and locked doors greeted us. No throwed rolls for us. After dinner, the temperature dropped to exactly 32 degrees, and the rain turned to snow. Sliding through the parking lot was sweet. Even sweeter was the crowd in the third floor of the hotel next door, whistling as Gary carefully spelled out, "HELP." We're hoping a chopper doesn't see the words and fly down for a rescue. Then again, the snow has erased our mark by now.

Finally reading some good fiction and haven't shared any book quotes for a while ...

"She reminded him that the weak would never enter the kingdom of love, which is a harsh and ungenerous kingdom ... "

"In reality they were distracted letters, intended to keep the coals alive without putting her hand in the fire, while Florentino Ariza burned himself alive in every line."

defining DD

I've learned something from these video folk already. All these years I thought that DD stood for designated driver when it really means drunk driver. Who knew.

Living in the land of a new language and trying to soak it in ... NewsCutter, Grass Valley, Adrenaline, Beta and bathtub beer?

I-44

Drove to Springfield today for a video conference. The drive down I-44 made me interested in taking a weekend trek with some buds. From flea markets and caves to seedy motels and the Jesse James wax museum, I think it would be a hell of a time.

The ice storm that hit Springfield has the town pretty trashed yet. It's beautiful and sad, a la vez.