The waves danced across Lake Taneycomo like liquid ballerinas, and they paused their performance to pass me a soggy scroll that had this scrawled, “Tourists will trade their livelihoods to be entertained.” So I turned off the blaring pirouette music and let them rest their feet.


Are you a Never Forget or an Always Remember kind of person? I’m somewhere in the middle, like Kansas. I mean, I’m not there now, but I would be, if I weren’t stuck in a Time Mobius Trap I foolishly set to spring open on myself in the year 2019, on Nov 12th at exactly 3:33 PM.