Progress

I gotta say I have met some good and some great people in my time. But the one thing that the two have in common is the promise to make progress. I just learned tonight that another friend is leaving the country. That makes 2 definate and 4 possible. (The other two are 60% sure but haven't heard the final word. N'ough said.

This Blog is dedicated to the happy things in my life. Apparently I've been depressing people with the last few blogs and I need to be upbeat. I know it doesn't help that I write in the persona of Baxter Black

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=2100231

but I don't mind because he's a great cowboy poet. So these next few moments are dedicated to the newest expatriots and the good times associtated with both.

Ringo - Chiefs/Broncos WOW!, Ice Block Sister's Jeep, HQ Shots at Levee, Human Tornado at the New Heidelberg, Pink Salmon, drinks on your deck summer of 2002.

Mark - You Butt Naked at the J-school slums during a party, Milwaukee/Chicago good times - taking cabs and walking to your place not knowing where the fuck I am, throwing eggs at cop cars, smuggling bottles of wine out of Greek Bars. smiles.

Here's to you guys. May the travels bring wisdom and joy and a little pain to grow on.

I'll keep the beer cold for you - come back safely.

Andre

Jesus, has it been a week already

So I'm on fast forward. Seems like everytime I get up to milk the cows I can't believe I've been granted another day. So I slough out of bed and make my way to get my breakfast - oatmeal w/ raisens, and head out the door to work. Now I wouldn't say I'm a working stiff but somehow the days are running together and so are the nights - when was the last time I didn't have a drink?

Patience - moderation - self enlightenment. All things I've been incorporating into my life with success but there is something missing, cue John Mayer. Example. Last night was awesome - Lola bean, A-Yo, CJ, Mel, and I had a fantastic time. Drinks, a re-cap of the weekend's events, running into other friends, more good conversation, a change of scenery, good food, and homeward bound feeling great. But somehow I get up and I feel like I'm milking the cows again. soomethang's missing and I don't know how to fix it...

My momma once told me a long time ago that whiskey and women will do you wrong. Somehow I think after I actually listen to her that milking the cows won't feel the same.

The Weeks Ahead

I've decided to become very patient. They say patience is a virtue and for some reason I have lost this one. But reliving moments in my life over again I realize something is amiss. I credit Carolyn and Groundhog day for pointing this out. Unfortunately it didn't click until Monday morning when I woke up tired and slightly hungover again. "Can I have another one of these with some booze in it?" Ugh. My wallet and my head feel a little empty. Living like there's no tomorrow has it's price. Fame? Nope. Fortune? Not a chance. Miserable and repetative... Now were on to something.

I leave tomorrow for a trip to Minnesota. They say Bob Dylan made a similar trip to find Woody Guthrie. Travelling through ice and snow and he came back a changed man. Found the crossroads and made that deal with the devil. Who'd a thought the devil lived in Minnesota?

So maybe Trivia night will happen when I get back Thursday afternoon. Maybe it won't. I'm gonna hold out until I know what the crossroads has in store for me.