Whitewater

How ironic that flowing water below a cemetery seems to symbolize life- living- even in the presence of something as seemingly forever as death.

This, I think, is a remarkable parallel to life. All around is tragedy and horror and pain- death. Yet, we flow by, what else can we do?

How do we flow?

River-like, with passion and fury, as the rocks bow beneath our V-shaped foam...the man who is a River is gushing life and may we be cooled by his spray, be quenched by his overflow.

First time

Well, my first time...I am a late-bloomer in this brave new world of wearing one's (fill-in-the-blank) onone's sleeve. I am certainly not going to drab on about things this first time until I have a handle on this blog-world and/or I see that people actually read this stuff. No real time anyway, it's late. The Yankees lost...Sweeeet.