Body cameras and robo-bombs. Just when an old man thought it could not get any crazier he wakes up to this. Imagine those at the O.K. Corral? Or, don't. Since I'm immersed in the minutia of October 26, 1881 at the moment, that's where my mind goes.
Trying to stay busy on my own little path. So much eludes me. In fact the vastness of everything eludes me and I can only hold on to a few small things at any given time and soon those will be gone. What's the answer? Well, for me and my honey, we're going to a movie and then to see Brian Wilson play "Pet Sounds." I've seen The Beach Boys probably six or seven times and I've never caught them when Brian was with them, so tonight is kind of special. It's the little things. Like Fourth of July ribs by Amy:
Amy's Homemade Barbecue Ribs on The Fourth of July!
Amy, Tommy and Harper with my Vincent van Gunfighter book at Cattle Track Art Compound
When your kids appreciate something you love, well, that counts for something.
"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."
—Havelock Ellis
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