Saturday morning. up to my mutual misconverswayshuns, stopped and searched at Bayfair Station,
whyle misledconfusion sinks the mind over madder…
and where would I be if knot here?
I guess there.
If knot for my Boson Higgs i might just be wandering around the universe aimlessglee and full of entitlements.
Maybe a little emptiness never hurt ,
while they’re is know place to hide from a shado that follows me to knowhere.

Almost everyday I walk four miles along Alameda Creek, when I started, Spring 2007, I did it in under 54 minutes, now its longer, getting older, and stopping to talk to people I have come to know as “along the trail friends, ” …

and if I am walking alone I listen to The Archers daily broadcast, Bloomberg Surveillance, P&L, In Our Time and Car Talk reruns—never get tired of those brothers.
