Behold the POWER of...

The legend of 17 runs deep in my heritage. My dad's parents were both born on 17's and they live in a condo numbered 217. I was born on August 17. My brother was born on April 17. My mom, my dad and I all graduated high school when we were 17. And so on. However, my great love for the number 17 is much stronger than any familial tie that we share. I have never been the type of person that chooses favorites. Ask me my favorite color, I will reply "all colors." Ask me what food I love the best and I will not disappoint my Power Eater father as I respond, "I am the buffet type. I choose not to limit myself in my appreciation of food." BUT...my love for 17 outweighs any lust, any tiny little appreciation, that I could possibly imagine for another number. We are bonded for life, because 17's beauty is unmatched. Not even a long, uninterupted, restful, rejuvenating night's sleep could tear me from my dearest love, 17. I just draw the line at 17.

Now, for a few images that really signify the beauty of 17...


This pole is located exactly in between my dorm at UM and the music school. Every day I passed it at least twice and it made me feel at home every time.

Before I transferred to USF, I was going to live with my friend Lyric and she was so thoughtful that she signed us up for a room that had this number on the door jam. I always wanted to live in a 17 room at UM. The architect of those dorms must have really felt the power of 17, because the rooms numbered 17 have the best location.