Literally, but you won’t know what I’m referring to until a bit later.
Two-party system, compromising and attempting to work together. Better food. Better coffee. Public transit. Bike lanes. No, not Seattle, but close. That’s beside the point. In the field once again. Collecting, working, thinking and pruning the tree of life.
Red Maple. Wind and falling leaves of the four-season variety. Notes from home as the work builds up in the background. Faced with a question of all questions. What are you going to do about it? That, my friends, is a truly difficult one to answer. What’s been done in the last eighteen months will take decades to undo. My life will be gone, so I focus on the youngsters and think “How do we fight?”
We inch closer to the line. The sides are chosen. Entrenching tools are out. Dig deep tonight boys. Ring of steel.
It doesn’t seem like all that long ago I blogged like this on a regular basis. A link sent from another site back to mine. An ask about a Paris blog I did. Rereading it I wonder, “Was this even me?” 2015. Might as well have been 1815.
But we move forward now. In a blast of diesel smoke. Floating.
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You are in one of your moods aren’t you Dan?
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Jim,
Nah. Just in Canada.
cool stay warm
Killin darts eh.
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Quinton,
Just downed a 2-4 for breakie .
Fast cat outta see-att-ul. I rode that one time when it was new. Long time ago.
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AM,
It was REALLY nice. A calm day. Peaceful. Warmish. No submarine attacks. All in all, a good trip.