How can this ping pong volley last forever?

Everything leads to something better? It's perceptive, paradoxical, cheerful, constraining, affirming, irreverent, provocative, often seemingly disconnected, and each visit and personal experience is sure "unforgettable."

It's like the bewildering benevolent 'feel' HERE. It must be like we identify with that confusing Mr. Confucius. Then, one may begin to remember something that caused a 'pause' in a Taoist Sage of the past. A thought from a BC-? guy named, The Yellow Emperor. Or, a local pizza delivery stable 'gal' says something to ponder forever...

Chuan Tzu said we live in "piss and shit," and everything is the Tao. The jumble of the everyday world comes, but let's not lose the sense of mythical and simplicity. It's okay to say pee.

There was a Lady Li who had a refined taste and would ride in a coach and speak...The 'guy,' after beautiful conversation with a beautiful Lady Li, Chauang Tzu, along for the ride said to the lady, "I can't be sure now if I am my Self, or a butterfly." He floated home to hit the barn hay?

We have our doubts, chaos.."our inner" and "our outer" world. It's an entertaining Nature, 'out there,' and a spontaneous 'torch' of fire, 'within-us-inside' too.

Sometimes a thought is not completely processed for a long-long time. A half of our life, waiting for more clarity about some event, a read, a chat, a spat, and Why? There is a symmetry and harmony, see 'it' or not? I believe.

The Trolley!

That was what I wanted to wonder about, for crying out loud, aloud.

These days are worst than we dare admit. Before Trolleys, a traveler could hop on a covered, horse-drawn, stage coach and shut the door. With a whip and grip of the reigns, a driver would say, Giddy." The beast would head for the familiar hay (hit the sack) and move forward until a working-up of a sweat and lanolin lather aroma flowed. A horse gas wind mixed with honey-suckle breeze. It is invigorating to get a all lanolin-up feel, that passes for free via two human nose nostrils. giddy!

O, all the coachmen (gal) had to do is allow the buggy wheels to remain in the dirt road rut, and steer left or right at the proper crossroads. Now, we get a headache-Edsel that's all "lacquered shiny" and wow-- it 'hit' me reading about how money knocked out the trolley etc., more new thoughts.

I would gladly return to those "inner" simpler times when a afternoon snooze was not a 'guilt-dose' of projected authoritarianism...Work for Money. Ethic? It's okay to situationally Steal? Contract some more defenses. Build "dust-off" Willey Bird Huey helicopter for Columbia, Vietnam, and of course, The Middle East. Money--That's all they want? More money 3-X. Sing it? No.

I remember diesel smell, the grind and sparks of kill mechanism to "enhance life?" It's always been...cannons, drums, flags...fancy clothes?

The horse buggy times were smoother, less tangled-up with railroad, trolley entrepreneurs, and those non-smelling "rich" who did ever whiff a Lilac bush?

The poor horses that had a wonderful aroma got chopped up for dog food and glue factory's. I'd wish for a rich inner awakened sense than own the rails and bus cartels...Maybe I should go 'hit' the "snoozing button" on an alarm clock today? Don't got a clock, and haven't figured out how to back-time a truck digital clock? I can wait till autumn, and practice patience. Isn't it the most beautiful Spring? Enjoy the seasons over and over and they seem to get better.

See that Garrison K. is on the front page of Salon today.

Guy Noir had to figure out life's unsolved mysteries. A heroine, he dealt with was a "tiny bit" perplexing, also to Guy Noir.

Paul is a Lucky Strike or 'smokey' Camel to have had a job as a book review person. What a smashed potatoes and gravy job!

Paul has probably read:

"Deadly Embrace." "Unholy Fire-- a novel of the Civil War."

"Stonewall's Gold; Unholy Fire." The titles are by the naval veteran, Robert J. Mrazek.

He was an eyewitness to D-Day. A character in his writing is Lt. Elizabeth (Liza) who was (the review I read, nice words) "stunningly beautiful."

She was a forensic pathologist who had access to top secret information/intelligence during WW-2 and was very war weary. She evoked the war-weary mood of the people in blitz ravaged England.

Liza (She) knew experiences from her long day's involved in The Women's Army Corp. Liza knew of Dwight Eisenhower's character and thoughts. Remember Dwight's warning about a run-amok, poor run, military industrial complex? Liza reminds 'us' of mr. gates and runny mr. rummy...hint.

okay, if I get the tines and do not get "crunched" and ground into a gravy dust in a gravel pit, I'll maybe be HERE again tonight. I hope.

But, please, don't put your money in a Philly-Delphi bank?

Run to the bank and withdrawal all/awe and hide silver in a Mason jug? huh. okay, we live in a time of 'Operation Overload.' Liza said that too....

...drink a sip of Merlot or Pinot Noir? Where is Gal/Guy Noir?

huh. ask G.K. Maybe, Mr. Kurt V. would ponder life with a "Paul Maul" or a stubby Camel 'smokin' a cloud of grey and dangle from his lip, a camel?

Paul's keyboard may have ash and Pinot Noir stains on 'it' and we can ask Guy/Gal Noir if that's a rumor or true. okay. Absolutely, do not get "crunched" like a fly-bug on a clean windshield while passing wind-gas via the torture-mill court house. okay. I hope.

We sure we remind politico's that all/awe America's boys and girls, gals and guys, are weary HERE in America! hint.