Nothing Worth Stopping For In Nebraska 

“Or ever what would a bomb look like?
Ever thought of that?
Like an Iron. 
The kind you use to do shirts?
Why not?  
Why not? 
That’s why why not. 
Why not. 
But that’s what has now happened ever since. 
911
Do this, do that, strip, analyzed for the potential you may be a terrorist. 
Me?
(Screech)
But to what degree?
Ah. 
Why, the unlimited degree of Stupidity. We will, for example, stretch the strings of Farce and Absuridty. We’ll pull aside 2 year olds. 
Oh, yeah?  
Yeah. 
Cool. 
So now I prefer to spend my time traveling doing as little as possible of that kind of thing. 


So now I prefer driving my manual transmission BMW 228i, feeling the earth beneath my feet, instead of being up in the air with Stupidity for such great lengths of Time. 


Driving roads where can dream and adjust to the mood of States, while heading West. What was that?  Colorado for me was the most dynamic with its majestic mountains. Arizona, clearly a desert. Iowa, the pervasive odor of horse manure. 


But nothing worth stopping for in Nebraska. 
Which is exactly what brought me here. 

Dexter The Great! Just Chillin’

He’s my baby. And though we’re not together right now – but we will be – he’s an emotional therapy dog. When I was deeply depressed, he was the only one who was able to get me off the couch. If I slept too long, he would jump on the bed, and nip at my face, saying, Time to wake-up!.

He’s all about love. Knows no discrimination. Once we went to visit a friend in the hospital who was severely depressed, and there was a common room there, where patients hung out. One man’s face was severely disfigured – monstrous, some might say – and Dexter headed straight for him as soon as we entered the room. If you could’ve seen the joy in this man’s face, how his mood miraculously lifted by this display of acceptance on the part of an animal, it would’ve brought you to tears.

And his behavior is impeccable – whether flying to Las Vegas from the East coast this past January, or in malls! (Where these three shots were taken, while I shopped for shoes. I love shoes!) or hanging with Buddhist monks from Sri Lanka at a retreat in West Virginia.

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