Happy Trails

I loved standing in a light fall of snow at the top of Hunter Mountain imagining I was Jean Claude Killy preparing for the Olympics by winning downhill races in Garmisch-Partenkirchen and the slalom at the Hahnenkamm Races in Kitzbühel. Alone with what I loved, it put me at peace with an unbearable burden of genius, and I dreaded the time it would be over. Even today, so many moons later, comfort lies in that memory.

If you are going to tell lies, please try to make them plausible.

In the future, we will stop carrying computers so people will realize how little we are actually doing.

Photogenic memory…he only remembered what he liked to remember.

Iatrogenic memory…he only remembered what was inadvertently induced by treatment.

Acculturation Is More Than a Bento Box Every Saturday Night and Mexican on Cinco de Mayo

Progression Should Not Be Grounded in Gentrification

Broken stick and broken stone
Where I go I go alone
And I have lost my way

That bend in the road is not the end in the road.

Like many people, all my life I did what I thought was right. I mean very few people look at options and chose the darker.

Live for today-it could be days, weeks, or months but it won’t be a year.

Though over the years you have done me wrong, we can never be the one we could have been and I still have faith in you.

These are the last words I wrote…Love to those who loved me over the years. I know it was not easy despite all that I am and am not and I ask for forgiveness from those I hurt or harmed in any way.