Just Thinking

Things that make me think,

When did this economic trouble become so last minute? Did these CEOs suddenly discover that they misplaced 700 billion dollars just last week.
I would get fired if I lost $20 in a regester. Just to add, I wouldn't get 5 to 65 million for the trouble.

From whom are we getting the 700 billion? What is the interest rate? Don't forget, we are in debit for more than we have ever been. What is America's credit rating?

While America worries about gas why is the rest of the world worrying about food? Germany and China are buying farmland like crazy in America. I like food more than gas.

Pakistan and American troops are shooting at each other after American troops have entered their country. Pakistan has asked us not to enter and we are anyway. More folks shooting at each other.
I don't even know what to say about this.


This country would do better if we had "none of the above" listed when we vote.

Ian Moulding

Ed called with the news.

After I got off the phone I just sat.
The brain turns on white noise as the shock sets in.


Two moments with Ian came to mind, I want to tell you about them. They were years ago.

The First.
I don't remember when or why we were there but we were, walking down an alley in the middle of the night in a snow storm. I am talking a mad, don't bother driving tomorrow, school closing kind of snow storm. Boston throwing its best at us.Ian and me and not another soul.

Oh, we had a bottle of something too. Needed it for the cold.

As we wander and ramble we came across a fire escape lowered to the ground. We figured that if it was down...well, ladders are for climbing. We did.

The roof was five or six stories up.

We ended up standing at the ledge and just looking out on the city. Just looking. Nothing was said. The snow muffled anything else. The bottle past back and forth but we didn't speak a word.
Silence, simple silence...and peace.

We must have sat like that for an hour or more.

That time just looking over Boston , the sky full of snow. Just looking.Maybe in some strange dimension that moment still exists.

The Second.

We were walking in a park by symphony hall. It was just getting dark. We passed by a woman that was yelling at a tree. She was really mad at the tree. As we were walked by we heard her shout at the tree “You are always asking for money”.Ian turned to me and said “I wonder if she knows something we don’t”?

He turned back and kept walking without breaking his stride.

I miss my friend.

We always Know Where something Started

Benjamin Franklin once said that “If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth writing about.”I doubt that this blog will prove to be up to the standard Mr. Franklin has set but I, not being employed by a printer when I was a young man, will take advantage of what is available for me.

I want to mention that the catharsis for this has been the death of a couple of good friends, some issues I'll mention later (or not at all) and finding out a friend whos life was totally together (own company, wife...) developed a distructive addiction.

All this news in the last 7 weeks. It has been a strange past couple months. With the added distractions and tensions from Hurricane Gustav and Ike I can’t say I have felt real warm a fuzzy. Just fuzzy.

I have taken a few steps back and started re-valuing (is a hyphen correct ) what I do. Nothing new or different, nothing you haven’t gone through, just something I want to do...I need to do. Putting things on paper (paper?) can help sort out things, doing a blog makes me look at what I write a bit closer than if I were to write it in a hidden notebook. There is still a hidden notebook, written in code so don’t try looking.

All things have a beginning middle and an end. In life it is sometimes hard to tell where the middle and the end are, the beginning is another matter.

We always know where things started.

A thanks goes to “spoke the cat”. Inspiration in the 504.