Sunday, April 27, 2008. What is inside your hippie bag? Going to the beach, concert or a short trip? What do you need inside your hippie bohemian bag? Coffe, apple, sandals, notebook, wallet, mineral water, towel, the cat, camera, shorts, and shirts.

Rhythm action Pong, basically. Dots come from the right hand sign of the screen and you need to bounce them back with your paddle to make musical notes. I never tire of typing that title.

I hope I get old before I die! Monday, September 20, 2010. 2010, I was at the second highest point in the lower 48 United States, looking down onto a fluffy sea of clouds, wondering how many people out there were still asleep and dreaming, while I was wide awake and living out mine. A changed man? Most definitely. My dream deferred did not shrivel like a raisin in the sun. Rays, fulfilled and beaming.

Let us live so that when we come to die, even the undertaker will be sorry. Click on one of these a day! You may find a new favorite blog! Monday, June 27, 2016. I think the hardest thing right now is switching my description of her to the past tense. Because to me, Brooke always IS. She moved with a ferocity through life that had nothing to do with her crazy sugar highs of Dr. Who the hell knows? Brooke wanted to cha.