Them guys are fine companions on a grey day when work needs doin’ and the rain and wind is blowin’ in across the Western Ridge.

One time the waitress brought me coffee and a muffin and inquired after my well being. As she walked away, the shadows of her long hair played on the wall behind her and for a moment I felt like I might live forever.

I said goodbye to a friend I had hoped would be in my life for a long time to come. It didn’t work out. I wish for everyone the best of everything goin’ forward in the new year: as I hope that we can do our level best to get out of our own way and find the best of each other in one another.

Broke down a little: “He will not see me standing here to watch the valley filled with snow. I have promises to keep”, said I to no one in particular. With Apologies to Mr. Frost. And Godspeed, Mr. Mandela.

The elephants know that memory is a two edged sword. Memory is indifferent to itself and its use, on account of the past is always past; Even when it is never really past (Bill Faulkner said that last, I think).

In the hard hours under tonight’s uncertain skies, I go to my zoo, I ask the elephants what to do and the answer I find is; tell yourself no more lies.

Restless night last night so I picked up Genesis and got as far as the part where God says to Abraham, “Kill me a son.” Naturally Abe says, “No, you got to be kidding me.”