My Walkabout

I want a banjo playing bluegrass music as my ashes are being carried by the wind over a cliff.

I hope the people there will raise a glass of vanilla beer and cheer.

Let the turn table spin Bela Fleck and the Denver Symphony as my wake continues.

Try on a gas mask, see how it makes you feel.

Everyone dies, but not everyone lives to see a giant bear in downtown Denver, the beauty of painted cows lining the streets, the simple elegance of an antique bar sign.

Remember when people used to write personal posts that one could relate to, or at least recognize as a human emotion?

I will never shoot for high rankings or SEO status. I prefer the raw, untouched manuscript of thought.