Scenes from my childhood • There are many, many things throughout the day that don’t get to stay what they are, so to speak, but get the idiosyncratic redirect. Synapses gonna synapse and whatnot. Funny, sad, lovable, or stupid, I do sometimes feel like I have an excessive amount of popcorn associations flying around. So, for example, when I hear someone down the hall yell a drawn-out “Thaaaankyouu,” in my head I always complete the sentence: … for giving to the Lord!

Radical Anticipation, Part 1 — Through sneaky and mysterious means of charging an expired credit card, I still receive The Point in the mail. And I’m not upset about it, as they continue to provoke the cogitations.

Dispatches from the front (/back seat)

Roman Catholic Ohio Swamp Cicada, napping outside St. Ignatius of Antioch in Centerville

Old road trip pals

The Piscataqua River Bridge to Kittery and Home

Crossing the Hudson on the Rip Van Winkle

The Belle Vernon Bridge over the Monongahela River

Crossing the Ohio • A lot easier than it was Back In the Day

Coffee stop in Westfield, NY (b/w photo from 1912)