Sidetracked Charley

No, I did not hear voices. But sometimes if I we are really attentive to the moment, totally in the here and now, I believe the cosmic consciousness sends us hints about what is going to happen or directions we should take. Even science acknowledges it to some degree with a tip of the hat to synchronicity or telling us there is no such thing as coincidences. Admittedly some of the most persistent of messages can be THE UNIVERSE IS OUT TO GET YOU. Or some modification of that like BURGER KING IS OUT TO GET YOU. Yesterday as I was hitting BK for a croissant breakfast sandwich the drive through clerk was obviously in training. Note to Burger King - DO NOT PUT TRAINEES ON THE DRIVE THROUGH WINDOW. She did not put the lid on the hot coffee right and when I grabbed it I spilled coffee all over my lap, the center console of the car and paperwork sitting in the other seat. I did not exactly say please and thank you but I did not cuss when I told her what she did in my Bad Dog...

Grassland Conference by J. Binford-Bell As much as I might whine about taking those road trips to Raton there is something to be said about windshield time. And beyond the photo opportunities though those can be grand especially if the buffalo herd is close to the fence. But if not it can be 41 miles of flat plain with distant mesas and mountains. Empty space with endless skies. And lots of windshield time. Nemo jump drive shuffling between new loves and old time favorites on the car stereo and mind on free float. They say the memory is triggered most by scents and second by sounds. Sounds must include music. I am one of those people that can zero in on the time and place and event I first heard a song. And then there are the songs irrevocably linked to a person. So those 41 miles of open space can be filled with years of memories shuffling like the tunes on the stereo. And in that review of life sometimes there comes revealed truth. I have 40 year friendship with a wonderful ...