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Monday, September 30, 2013

A Great Trip to the South Kingdom

It was raining pretty steadily for the first few days of my trip to see Jennifer in Orlando. But on Wednesday, (or was it Thursday?), this Rainbow we spotted as I was driving my wife to work made all that gloom worth it. The trip was bright from the moment I landed because I got to be with my honey. By the weekend it was like I was a Central Floridian. We went paddle boarding, and I watched the UCF Knights fall to South Carolina on TV. We cooked, we ate, grilled, and ate some more... I built her a chair from a kit, it was like we lived together or something.

Oh, yeah, that's us, just like riding the subway with no hands...only better smelling.

We jumped for joy...we did not fall in, not once.

I also got to see a great performance of "The Laramie Project: 10 Years Later" at Rollins College. A great piece appears in the Orlando Sentinel.Copy and paste the link into your browser to read the review!

Watching the sunrise from 30,000 feet above the eastern seaboard of these amazing United States this morning, I thought of how lucky I am and how truly blessed to live in this place (or these two places) in a time where travel of a thousand miles at the speed of sound has become so routine. I am back in time to go to work this afternoon. So-long September...hello October and the second fall of living sucks more than last year, but we are proud to be able to pull this off and know that to plan our future together properly, this is the right thing to do. Thanks for checking in on me. Love to you all.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Though time will end someday for me, while I live I will never forget.

Happy Birthday to my uncle Carlo...this would have been Aunt Jo Ann's birthday, she who just moves forward. Today is a day for me to pause and reflect on the moment that changed my life, the lives of so many. Five years ago today I stood and spoke at my father's funeral in Arlington Virginia. I thanked my sisters for taking care of our dad and giving us all the chance to see him laugh with his grandchildren. 12 years ago I was in the beginning of my third year with the Buildings Department. I was on the 14th floor of 60 Hudson Street and I heard the first plane pass and explode into the North Tower. My thoughts and prayers are with all who lost loved ones on that day.

Though time will end someday for me, while I live I will never forget.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

DAVID J RANSOM November 4, 1930 - September 8, 2008

So yesterday I'm sitting in our local sports bar and the Yankees are getting pounded by the Sox...and the beer is cold...and the afternoon light is coming through the windows in just the right way so as to make me think of my dad, and how much I miss him... and it occurred to me that if a man wells up in the eye with tears remembering his father...shouldn't you order another round and drink to the memory of the man who... The man who taught you..taught you everything you ever needed to know... even if it has taken most of your life to realize it.

"He was a man, take him for all in all,

I shall not look upon his like again"

Act I Scene 2

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Leaves of Grass

One day I lay in tall grass by the sea
My single lens reflex with me
to capture a
representation of the light on a day

I lay

In tall grass

My eye one with a sky blue sky

I touch, in my mind, that day

by the sea

So limitless

So free

Monday, September 2, 2013

Labor Day

God bless those who work the land with their hands, the sowers, the reapers, the watchers and rescuers, the builders and those who maintain this artificial world of intelligence, with pride and diligence. God bless the tillers of the soil, and the miners of the unknown, those who explore the deep, dark places, and those who create light where there was once only ignorance. God bless the Mechanics. God bless the machine. God bless the fruits of our Labor.