When I was a kid, I hated being the youngest. I always had to wait another year, another grade, a little longer. Pierced ears, staying home alone, R movies, adult discussions. If I had kept tabs on all the promises people were supposed to tell me when I got older, at some point in my life I was in for a windfall. The question was, when exactly was older? I rememb.

Rambling with camera, coffee and keyboard. via date, tag or category. Streams, Creeks and Rivers.

Adventures in Burglary- Update 1. This morning, as I was performing my abulations, a knock at the door sent the canines into a frenzy of rage. My first thought was dread, as I wracked my brain to remember if I had locked the car door last night. I then realized that it was daylight, and there was no way that local law enforcement would be at the door! He was holding a clipboard which helped calm me, as Insurmised he was returning my checkbook.

I If adventure had a second blog . Years and years ago I experienced the first of what would be a modest number of stints on the unemployment line. This first time was different than some of the others, though, in that it was by choice.