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Jumping on the Frick frack,
climbing up the trees,
searching, ever searching,
for the bee's knees.

Where will life's path lead,
after you're gone.
Loneliness will be my companion.
I will move along.

I'm done.
I'm finished.
Leave me alone.
Just stay away.

I sit here,
as I lament.
Have cheese with your whine,
it comes with the rent.

Driving North, with a shipmate,
on our way to the Yakima Valley.
My old friend, Virgil, is from Grandview.
He had purchased a Hudson Hornet,
a 4dr Sedan.

Driving North on highway 99. It was dark,
no ambient light, no moon, or stars.
Pitch black and driving fast. When a fuse blew
and we had no lights, Nada, Zilch.

A funny thing occurs when it goes suddenly
dark and the realization you have lost the
sensation of movement.
Applying the brakes, thinking you have stopped,
and you haven't realized it. Exiting the car can
be interesting when your feet hit moving ground.
We finally fixed the fuse and were on our way.

There are happenings in
this life, I regret.
Not being young and single
when we first met.

It has taken time,
which I have little of,
for me to realize,
my lot in this life
is to help others,
strengthen or discover,
what their path in life is.

It is not my role to
tell someone what to be.
It is to help them
over hurdles, using knowledge,
I have gained through errors
or mistakes made in my life.

"At the turn of the 20th century, photographer Lewis Wickes Hine documented the working conditions of America’s children ... His images of soot-covered, cotton-picking, newspaper-lugging boys and girls are a big reason Congress went on to pass a series of child labor laws.... Today, the U.S. Department of Labor finds itself under fire for failing to enforce child labor laws, with reports emerging of an unaccounted underclass of child workers. ...  they tend to be Central American immigrants. But they, too, are performing hazardous jobs in America’s factories and fields. More at The Conversation ➜

NASA Astronomy Picture of the Day:

What if you could see out to the edge of the observable universe? You would see galaxies, galaxies, galaxies, and then, well, quasars, which are the bright centers of distant galaxies. To expand understanding of the very largest scales that humanity can see, a map of the galaxies and quasars found by the Sloan Digital Sky Survey from 2000 to 2020 -- out to near the edge of the observable universe -- has been composed. Featured here, one wedge from this survey encompasses about 200,000 galaxies and quasars out beyond a look-back time of 12 billion years and cosmological redshift 5. Almost every dot in the nearby lower part of the illustration represents a galaxy, with redness indicating increasing redshift and distance. Similarly, almost every dot on the upper part represents a distant quasar, with blue-shaded dots being closer than red. Clearly shown among many discoveries, gravity between galaxies has caused the nearby universe to condense and become increasingly more filamentary than the distant universe. More Detailed Maps: Related to Today's APOD

Photo by B. Ménard & N. Shtarkman; Data: SDSS, Planck, JHU, Sloan, NASA, ESA

The day prior to ,
the night before,
was yesterday,
or the day
before yesterday.
Oh, the sorrow,
no tomorrow.

Emotions, gone crazy,
feeling mildly depressed.
A sadness I can't explain.

I hypothesize, it's my wife's
continuing fight with Alzheimer
disease. Not sure, there is no
conscious thought. It's
"the woe is me" syndrome. I
need to shake it off, as it is
a very unpleasant feeling.

Sitting in a bar, in Pendleton,
at the Silver Saddle Saloon,
when the door opens, and a man
rides a horse, into the room.

Now, a horse doesn't know how
to walk gently through a room
with tables and chairs, so
those items began to tumble,
all over the floor. The customers
scattered, to get away.

The horse kept on walking,
disappearing out the side door.
Patrons returned, set up the tables
and chairs, as if this were a regular
occurrence.
It was.