Hi all,

Picture me cruising in my brand new used truck.  A 91 Ford Explorer and so proud of myself am I.  Suddenly, my vehicle lurches back and to the left in response to what I thought was a blowout.  I look into the driver’s side mirror as I am pulling to the right side of the road and see sparks flying back.  Now I am thinking that this is coming from my aluminum rim until I look to my left and see my entire wheel rolling across the median onto the southbound side of the expressway.  Bold was this wheel in its journey having been set free at long last.  Proud it was as it sought it’s own course, it’s own destination free of the dictates of human kind.  Now here I am watching my wheel bounce and roll away and I cant help but think this is funny.  Even as I see southbound vehicles slowing to allow my wheel to pass, the mirth is far too difficult to suppress.  It continued on it’s journey unmolested and when things settled I retrieved it from a ravine back a ways in the brush.  I walked, like a person does a pet dog, my wheel back to my vehicle and could not help but laugh along the way.  Picture me trotting along the expressway my wheel as a dog trotting blissfully along at my heals.
  I had had some break work done less than a week ago and it was clear to me that they failed to secure my lugs properly.  Upon contacting the garage where this work was performed, I was told not to worry about a thing.  They paid the towing and for all related repairs.  Strangely, not once throughout this event to I get angry.  I think that I knew that everything was going to be ok, I had no problem with this garage doing work on this vehicle or any other that I own.  I would willingly trust them with my life even now, after the little incident.  They showed pride in their work at every turn in the seven years that they have worked on my vehicles and stood behind their work when I needed them to.

Threats of more layoffs in the corporation that I work for.  Nervous is a bit too soft for what I am feeling…  will wait and see how things pan out.  Do wish me luck.

I had more or less unconsciously started the habit of collecting memorabilia of gigs or bands that I have been with.  I had in my pocket a guitar pick that the lead guitarist from the last rock band I was in used.  I sat in with a band at “Bicco’s River Street Jazz Café” in January.  The bar tender handed me a wooden token with the image of a saxophone on it.  It seems that I can hand this token over in exchange for a drink of my choice.  I will keep it though and when I reach into my pocket and touch it or take it out and look it over, I will be reminded of the experience.  It is the same of the pic, I think of that band and those experiences.  I did not realize that I was doing that and I remember seeing something similar of a character portrayed by actor, Joe Pesci, in a movie called “With Honors.”  Now that I am aware of it, I will watch for such things in life in general.  Pick and choose those “significant moments” and find some small pocket able object to associate with it.  I cant wait to acquire items that bring to mind something about one of the kids.  So my eye is out for those moments, and the journey continues.
 

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