of the new Alaskan riviera...
uhm, no that's not it
of another celebration of the natal day. my loving wife and mother are in all sorts of knots trying to figure out what to get me. as i've gotten older, i've come to realize that it's not things that are important, it's ideas, concepts, credos, what have you. that doesn't mean that i don't want anything for my birthday, i do but the things i want are wishes that can't be fulfilled...
a mother who is mobile and can enjoy her grandkids to the fullest extent
a father in good health who can continue to be the cantankerous old coot he currently is with more variety in his life
the roberts horde to come together and be a family again so that my daughters can meet the rest of their uncles and one aunt
a teaching position where my contributions are respected and valued and where i feel like i am making a difference
my loving wife to get the kind of life she envisioned when we started down this road together
the big man, and fred fennell and george carlin and bill hicks and andy kaufman to come back and finish what they started
and last but not least - that Robert Fulghum and Phillip Gulley continue to fulfill their designated roles for as long as humanly possible.
on the way to 46, not kicking and screaming, not joyfully but not altogether settled either
pacem
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