... spinning across your face like an errant sunbeam, a smile winks at my soul from the glint in your eyes and I am charmed by the purity of you.  Mayhaps to laugh or just flicker, to expand or disappear, for that moment, that second, in your smile, I capture the butterfly in you.  - Anonymous

Enjoy your stay in the niche in my brain where what I like is the final word and where the things that speak to me provide the words I use to speak to you.

Recreation in the year of our Lord, two thousand and two...

Chat Friends...

Pictures from Mexico...

Thoughts...

Places to dock mid-surf...

I am the people - the mob - the crowd - the mass.  Do you know that all the great work of this world is done through me?  I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world's food and clothes.  I am the audience that witnesses history.  The Napoleons come from me and the Lincolns.  They die.  And then I send forth more Napoleons and Lincolns. -- Carl Sandberg