Random thoughts and oughts

I'm a man of conflicting goals and desires.

One is to create art. The other, to earn money for a wife and five kids.

One is to wander freely, explore, and expand my knowledge of the world. The other is to calm a child's panic attacks, change a diaper, and show up to work on time after five hours' sleep.

I've been running full steam for more than two years since I left the newspaper business. I don't know how it's going to play out.

I do know a few things. I have comrades. I have people in my life who care about the person I am, even if they don't understand the madness of my world.

And I have drive. If nothing else, I have that.

No one has ever had to kick my ass out of bed in the morning. I've always enough crazy in me to do it myself.

This is what I'm talking about

They are riding scooters in the driveway, Joey and Tan.

Joey: "Taste my fire, alien!"

Tanner (singing): "Never I did, but my face, to be I must, you mean my fellow..."

"Ha ha! I popped a wheelie!"

"I can't describe what I am, and to be, and to they, and you be us, when... I be, I can follow my trust..."

"Tanner, what are you doing?"

"To be, I must!"

"I got to go pee."

"I can't be you anymore. But for now, I can trust, some hoooowwwwww! ....Dad, Joey is touching a dead mosquito."

"No, it's alive."

"What?!"

"Oh Tanner, I just did a three-sixty turnaround!"

"Think of it, you can have friends, and more! I stick with you bro, and you're my favorite bro..."