It’s Mardi Gras in Mobile & New Orleans . . .
. . . and it's cousin Michael Young's birthday in LA. Do I miss it — yeah, sometimes I long to be back in the evening writers' meeting in Pacific Palisades. I miss the bougainvillea I planted growing over the house in Venice Beach, and I miss my walks down to Electric Avenue and to Santa Monica. Glad for the experience . . . sometimes I wonder how life would have turned out if I had moved up to San Jose with the first SCEA crew and launch of Sony's Playstation. Then I remember, I am exactly where I am supposed to be at this moment.
My basil is sprouting, and the lettuce is happy outside. Down here on the third coast, I have flowers growing all year round. I walk down to the bay with the dog for my morning's meditation, and then Lulu, my white Shepherd, is too tired to interrupt me when I'm on the computer writing and learning about innovations in technology. And, Mr. Fujishima–if you are still in Tokyo, amicable Lovelace is clearly comfortable with the computer 
Well, this post is certainly full of nonsequiturs — like life.
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Good to see you back! Writing as the world parties on Fat Tuesday. Here’s to sunny days, good health, and wild adventures.
Thanks, Joyce! I second your celebration of beautiful days, good health and wild adventures. I’m just itching to get back on the road again.
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