Thursday, January 30, 2020
My blog is beginning to feel like an old Volkswagen Beetle almost out of gas and I have already switched the reserve tank lever to on. I scan the road ahead and see no gas station, only a curve in the road. My tires are worn and my engine is tired. My exterior is rusted my insides faded. Worn wipers barely keep a pitted windshield clear anymore as headlights become dimmer with age. Each day when I turn the key my little VW blog engine starts yet one more time and I make it a little further down the road. It's been quite a journey so far and maybe if I can just make it around that next little bend in the road I'll find another gas station waiting to once again fill my empty tank. A few more miles, a few more photos, a few more words.
::Al's Musical Favs:: Vesperia Part Three by Richard Bone
GROANER'S CORNER:(( On a rural road a state trooper pulled this farmer over and said: "Sir, do you realize your wife fell out of the car several miles back?" To which the farmer replied: "Thank God, I thought I had gone deaf!"