Jumping on:

As is usually the case in my life I have once again found myself jumping on the bandwagon after the wagon has passed. Yes, I am use to eating the dust of said wagon. I really don’t mind much as I am beginning to learn to enjoy the view afforded from lying in the dust. In fact I have come to appreciate that I have a unique view compared to those who are not as premonitionally challenged as myself. You might say that I am getting accustomed to watching the world go by through the hazy lens created by the fine floating particles of wagon agitated dirt.

Blogwagon:

Jumping onto the speeding Blogwagon as it bounces past me turning corners, kicking up dust, flying past women and children, while dangerously scraping its wheals on the red iron oxide walls of the information canyon gives me chills and hope at the same time. Most of my past wagon missings have turned out to be somewhat bearable and at times entertaining.

Skateboarding:

It all reminds me of being a young skateboarder (made from my sister’s skates) challenging the world by trying to grab on to my unsuspecting neighbor’s cars as they pulled out of the neighborhood. Yes, scrapped knees and an asphalt embedded chin where sometimes the result of my desperate grab. But the blood and pain were outweighed by the adrenalin-induced out of body experience of flying down the road for a few yards until that inevitable moment when the steal skate wheals decide to obey the laws of physics and dislodge from the plywood board, once again introducing me to the the smells and tastes of the dreaded asphalt skin grater.

Dreams:

Blogging, I have dreamt of for years. Writing is something I have always enjoyed. Reading blogs inspires me time to think. Now, thanks to the ease of the wordpress format, I’m in.

Presidents:

Another example of my lack of foresight is found in my attempt to participate in the U.S Presidential election process. I will for now just tell you that I have been voting in the presidential elections since 1972 and in 2002 I finally voted for the winner (thanks to growing up with a used car salesman I was able to spot a crooked used car salesman in Bill Clinton. I switched my party allegiance in 1992). In 1972 my guy, George McGovern, only got 37.5% of the popular vote. Yes I was one of the original 18-year-old voters who went for the liberal anti war guy. I only hope that this formula is repeated this year. In 1980 I was convinced that if Reagon won we would all be annihilated by the bomb; my guy Ed Clark got 1%. By the time I reached out to fling myself up onto the Reagon wagon…..it was too late; he was long gone, leaving me in the dust again looking through the clouds to try and find a wagon I can jump onto.

More:

More about my hazy view of the political process, real estate, sports, moving out of L.A. (too soon), being a hippy and a vegetarian (Too long), riding skateboards (Too short), growing up with a crooked used car salesman (Too much), and my relief and thankfulness for jumping onto the Jesus wagon where you can ride shotgun while he drives the team (Just right!).