tao1776

"Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted." Yellowed and tall river grass embraced the mouth of a small group of pine that made a perfect place to whittle away the time. The whithered trees that dotted the river bank proved to be invaluable sun dials; marking the passage of time through the movement of shadows. It was understood that time was moving - making its way towards the end of one day signaling that another could very well appear to take its place. That another would arrive was never certain. This watching, this taking witness of the sun rising and chasing the western horizon brought about thoughts of our future. Having seen Kubrick's Space Odyssey presented us with a focal point. "Where do you think we'll be in 2001," I asked my friend Al. Alan was ever the great listener. We passed several joints back and forth between us and thought great thoughts. "I don't know," he replied. " Man , I'll be like, in my forties. Probably al

"You know what I say to people when I hear that they're writing an antiwar book? Why don't you write an anti-glacier book instead?" Kurt Vonnegut & "PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER" Groucho Marx It has been my intention to submit my official demit to the Massachusetts Lodge of Freemasons of which I am a member.. I have struggled with making this decision with perhaps more sweat than is warranted. The ideology which encompasses Brotherly Love, Relief and Truth is a noble thing and nothing to be scoffed at. - and scoff I do not. Within Freemasonry the lesson taken from Psalm 133 is as skimmed over as dung on a field. Its nourishment, depth and holiness is only understood in part and often not at all. Freemasonry, which relies heavily on Biblical scripture for its symbols and lessons in morality is not a religion and it proposes no level of spirituality to the members of the esteeme

I played in a garage band in the late sixties. Yeah, the late sixties. I am that old. The name you ask? The "Ten Cent Nickel Bag" of course! Our biggest hit, in our minds at least, was a little diddley I wrote called, She's the one ." I remember it well. The riff was similar to Setzer's hit but I wrote She's the One more than a decade earlier than his, "I got cat class and I got cat style." What fun!