You could call this a personal creative fiction journal about a world traveler and his evolving life.
He saw the warmth of Americans vanish with the once large friendly middle class. Was there a Camelot, when we thought of ourselves as a good nation?
The powers that be have been holding our country hostage since Reagan took away the power of the unions and Neoconservatives took over the Republican Party!
Will we ever stop our declining ways?
(sorry for typos!)
I guess when I get down and just feel overwhelmed with the petty shit, I like to post pics of the beach... here, two mates are holding my Colin...One of the blokes is a professional life guard and has become a mentor to me in this way of life that could be ours... wif a little bit of bloomin luck... and prayer! Please Lord, help our family have a great life on the beach! There I did it! This is a prayer for a hopeful agnostic who accepts that the spirits may still be with him!
I sure will feel a lot better when I get a fix of the beach and getting back to this healthy environment for our family!
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i went downstairs to admire the almost full waning moon...
realizing my own mortality...
i think of a friend who had his wake up call at a much younger age
and then i get a glimmer of what my own mortality could be
when i walk across Hedges ave.
and suddenly see double with much better acuity...
it was bizarre
i closed either eye and didnt see double
but then I could walk just shutting one eye
to a chair
to see my beloved ocean one more time
and eat a halloween mini candy bar
the uneasy feeling wondering when the double image
fades away with each bite
a mini stroke....
and I hug my son that evening
and play frisbee with my son more than i ever have
having discovered my son's new toy hidden among
the seaweed about a 100 meters out from shore...
the feelings run across my mind that night,
with frustration at my own body's fragile shell
and the necessary need to establish the bucket list....