I was on one of my journeys..... talking to a great friend on the cell and i looked down at the sidewalk and there was this peace sign that was cracked into the cement from a tree root.....i mean it was like finding the virgin mary in a potatoe chip...or another religious artifact on the paint on your wall where people travel for miles to see....i will take all who wish to find peace to my new special place just a few blocks from my home......set up a pilgrimage .....sell loose lucy incense and blue sky clothing with a pair of naots......howl at the moon ....chant and dance....... you get the picture.....it has a special meaning to me that 4ft x 4ft piece of concrete i hope the neighbors whose house it is front of does not mind me staring at his sidewalk.....still finding my way through this illness...well through this recovery...good days are better than bad days and that is all i could ask for......weight is maintained at 144........two weeks is my target date to get back to work...they are swamped there and i miss everyone......safe travels to my pals on the road.........go #29..................TOM ...color is back on my blog...yeah...go mets
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