BearPaw

                                                         
Politics.  Simply seeing the word is nauseating.  Stir in fake politicians with silver tongues, special interest groups dumping in hoards of money and never-ending campaign advertisements and this guy wants to detach from the world. I'm giddy that the elections are over and I always vote--it's the gift for which our founding fathers fought and died.  I stay silent in the world of politics, but, like anything, if someone has something to say, I'll listen and make my own, private opinion.

I was approached to host a script written by someone who has something to say. BearPaw is bluntly outspoken and was moved by a recent Presidential decision to sit and write.  I remain quiet, but will host my first guest blogger.  And, I get to leave a parting shot.

World's Toughest Mudder 2012

Look at this crew! Here we are, mid-November, in Englishtown, New Jersey after paying an extravagant entry fee for the race, not to mention costs of airline tickets, lodging, rental cars and the like.  And for what? To compete in a 24 hour race that includes obstacles involving electrical shocks, swimming across icy lakes, getting shocked while in water, mud bogs, underground tunnels and the overnight temperatures will drop into the mid-20's.  What's wrong with us?  Are we crazy? I'm not sure, but we're at the World's Toughest Mudder 2012.

(Here's another lengthy entry where I suggest brewing some coffee, otherwise you may nod off while wading through the story. Last weekend was WTM 2014, hosted in Las Vegas, that was quite a race where the overall winner completed 95 miles. I was a fortunate participant 2 years ago meeting some great people along the way.)

Ghosts of the Forest

Spending time with my mistress, it’s good for the soul.  But, my “Spidey-sense” says I’m being watched…

MRI'd

"And over there's the restroom," repeated the technician for the third time as I prepared for the MRI by stripping down to basic clothing.

"Do I need to be worried that this machine is going to squeeze something out of me?" I had to ask since she had nearly ordered me to go potty like a child preparing for a car trip.

Moustache Unlpuged #22

hehehe...undetected, I take the opportunity to work on my letter...

Dear Colorado Parole Board,

An 18 year old murders a 28 year old motel cook that yielded 50 cents in change.  Eight days later, the same 18 year old murders a 19 year old Army soldier.  Five days after that,  with 2 accomplices, the same 18 year old kidnaps an employee from a Red Lobster restaurant and ultimately murders her.  Separate trials with separate convictions results in a sentence to life in prison.

And, once again, he sat before you hoping to be paroled and released back into mainstream society.

Nolan's 14

“Hi.  I’m Gavin and it’s good to meet you,” he said in a humble manner as he extended his bony hand for a firm handshake.

I just met a legend serving coffee in a quaint little shop.

Roadkill

It’s Friday afternoon.  The ever pulsing heart of Denver contracts and fills arteries with cars, in mass exodus, vacating the bustling city.  Interstates congest in all directions, but the aorta is westbound I-70 into the Colorado high country.  Anymore, seasons don’t matter. Whether it's ski season or summertime, year-round flow on I-70 becomes like a hardened artery, choked down to a small orifice permitting only a tightly restricted flow. Cars stop and go as blood pressure of drivers' skyrockets.