it's often been said that my dad lives his life to his own drum beat and an odd one at that.....it seems that i have inherited this propensity to live life with an unusual beat, it often surprises even me. if you've ever seen me dance you've seen that the rhythm in my head is unique.
last night chad and i were dreaming, dreaming of a cross country trip on bicycles. our mates could drive an RV stopping where they liked, pulling over to smell the roses. creating their own adventure. at night there would be camp fires and singing. we could even stop in here and there share some music, read some poetry, mix it up with folks. what else could there be......whatever we can dream
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