I stopped over to my buddy Paul's office the other morning, where he repairs computers. Here, on his front desk, are a couple of toolboxes. We've been friends since 6th grade and surprisingly survived high school and racing his Dad's Wildcat around the winding boulevard. He's one of the thousands and thousands of pieces to the jigsaw puzzle scattered across the table of life that when pieced together is me. In my youth, the puzzle had few complicated pieces. Putting me together was easy... pretty simple. These days, the pieces confound me, confuse me and astound me, and I've even lost some very valuable pieces. There are a lot more sections, a lot more segments. Everyday, it seems, I locate another parcel. Who am I really? I'm still searching and looking for the life I'm living now. It's the most complicated struggle I've ever faced, but I'm game. Want to think about all that was ever you and where you are headed? See the movie Hugo. It'll get you wondering about all that is you.Speaking of GAME-
It's Super Bowl Sunday. I've watched bits and pieces of all the previous 45 games. I'm not a big Super Bowl party guy either. I enjoy it alone or with another. Dad and I watched SB1 cheering on the Packers. Today, I'll be in my family room maybe alone, maybe with J- watching the teams play it out. It should be a good one. Stop all the talking. It's time to play!
