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People Envy My …
Not bad. I think this isn’t too far off.
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Amazing!!!!
I’ve got some time to kill before going to bed so thought I’d add another entry here tonight. Our evening meal consisted of, (for the most part), corned beef and potatoes. Now, I have to say that normally I really don’t care for corned beef. The only way I’m normally eat it is if it’s on a Reuben sandwich. However, I got a good deal on it and figured that it’d be worth it, at least this once since it was food. I put it in the crock pot this morning, and added some cut up potatoes a couple of hours later. It sat all day on low, smelling up the apartment, (that’s a good smell by the way not a bad one), and just in general making me rather hungry. I’m used to meat falling apart when it comes out of the crock pot, so when I went to get this meat out and it didn’t fall apart I was a bit concerned. I’ve had a lot of this stuff that is really dry and tough, and I was concerned that this was going to be a flop. Well, I sliced it up and took a bite and was really surprised. Not only was it tender, but it was extremely flavorful and juicy! It was absolutely amazing. I plan to make sandwiches out of the rest of the meat, and I’ll eat the rest of the potatoes at some point. It just really amazed me that it had turned out so well, especially since I was a bit unsure anyway. I could do this again.
I almost hate to even bring up the next subject because I’m afraid that bringing it up might jinx things, but I’m going to do it anyway. Since I wrote about it last time, I’ve had the cable people out two more times. The first time they came out was to exchange the router. Well, they gave me another combo unit, even though I told the guy that I didn’t want a combo unit because of the problems we’d been having with them. He said that it was a newer unit, and that it’d be more reliable. And, for a couple of days it was. I said something to Jim about how we might actually be done with all the cable problems, and then either the same day or early the next everything crashed again. This was Saturday morning. So, I called Time Warner yet again. They sent someone out on Sunday, which really surprised me because I didn’t realize that they worked weekends. This time though I talked to someone at level 3, which is above the regular tech people, and I was told that they’d be sending out a lead technician to work on the problem. Basically they said that the problem is a fluctuating signal, which is apparently common. The issue though was that the modem wasn’t able to keep up with these fluctuations, so when the signal got low enough it would drop altogether. So, this guy that came out did a bunch of stuff, (I think), and then went into the basement where the cables come into the building. Now, I do have to say one thing. I’ve been told by several people that the way they wired this building for cable is absolutely terrible. I think I’ve mentioned that we have 4 cable jacks in here; two in the living room and one in each bedroom. Nowhere though, in this entire apartment, is a junction box. They all look for it but can never find it. So, everything is just sort of daisy-chained together. The phone jacks are the same way. Anyway though, he said that he had gotten me more signal and that I should be fine. I’m just really glad that I’ve had cable Internet for so long because if I’d been basing it on the last couple of months I’d be done with it. But, we’ve been with cable since the summer of 2002, and until recently we’ve been very happy, so I knew that somehow things just had to get better. Anyway, since Sunday afternoon everything has been fine. No error messages, no dropping out, nothing. This is why I said that I hate to even say anything since I ruined our luck last time. But, I’m really hoping that maybe this time things truly are better. We’ll see.
Well, there are only two more days until my bit event. I feel really good about it and everything is ready to go accept for snacks for Friday night. I’m going to Sam’s Club tomorrow though to pick up something so that’ll be just fine. The only thing I have to do is script what I want to say because when I have to get up in front of a bunch of people and talk I tend to forget what it is I wanted to say, even if I’ve gone over it again and again in my mind. I’m really embarrassed because a couple of months back I was asked in front of a lot of people who my committee members were. I named them all, accept for Jim. I had given the microphone back and poor Jim’s trying to get my attention to tell me that I’d forgotten about him. I didn’t think I was going to live that one down. SMILE! So, before my brain flakes out on me I want to make sure I’ve got notes in front of me. Did I mention that I got my embosser working again? Did I even mention that it wasn’t working for a while? Who knows. anyway though, I can make out my notes, the lists for the break-out sessions, and any other things that I might need. I really feel that the Wisconsin ACB Day 2006 is going to go well!
How Cool is That?
The other night I went back up to Audible to look for books again. I noticed that Stephen King had a new book out, so I chose to get it because it met my criteria as an acceptable book for download. It was long enough, and the audio excerpt sounded really good. If anyone’s interested, the book is called Cell, and from the description it looks pretty interesting. It’s supposed to be this post-Armageddon Boston. A large number of people have gone pretty much off the deep end, leaving a certain few in a world of insanity. What saved these people from going crazy? Drum roll, please….. It was the lack of a cell phone. Only Stephen King could come up with something like this. SMILE!
After ordering the book I actually found the customer service number for Audible. I wanted to switch my plan from the legacy Basic Listener plan to the new Gold plan, but every time I tried to do it online it wanted to charge me an additional $14.95. I was hoping that there’d be a way I could do it without being charged again. The person I talked with was great. She switched me over right away, which gave me yet another book credit, and then she gave me back the credit that I’d lost last month since I didn’t use it in time. The beauty of this new plan is that credits carry over from month to month so that if you don’t use them you don’t lose them. So, I ended up with two extra book credits that I didn’t think I’d have. To use up at least one of them, I went back up and got the unabridged version of Seven Up by Janet Evanovich. Until now, I’ve only been able to find this abridged, and a friend of mine is extremely excited about being able to listen to it unabridged with me as well, so it seemed like a really good thing to do. That book is now burning to CD as I write this. Only 5 more disks to go after the current one.
If you’ve never read Janet Evanovich, and want a funny, quick read, you should check out some of her books. My favorite series of hers is the Stephanie Plum series. Stephanie is a bounty hunter, but to be perfectly honest, she sucks at it. she gets her people in the end, but she’s constantly getting herself into trouble along the way. For instance, just in the first book, the guy that she’s supposed to bring in breaks into her apartment while she’s taking a shower. He finds her handcuffs and cuffs her to the curtain rod in the tub. There’s all kinds of really great stuff in these books, but if you’re not into some of the more dicey, more sexual scenes, you’ll probably want to avoid some of the later books in the series, or read the abridged versions, which probably cut some of that out. I’ve read these books multiple times because they’re so funny. The sad thing is that none of them are available from Web Braille.
Anyway, I totally lost track of what I was saying. My point was, the person I dealt with at Audible was great. If they’re all that way, I’m really glad I’ve got an account.
Happy, Happy, Happy
Okay, here’s another glimpse of myself. This one’s pretty accurate though.
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Nothing Special
I’m sitting here waiting for my hamburger to finish thawing, so while i’m waiting, I decided I’d write something random. I’m making hamburgers again tonight. I know, kind of boring. But, every time I make them I do something a little different. And, instead of using prepackaged hamburger patties, I’m actually using regular ground chuck, with my own seasonings. Throw them on the gril and we’ll have good food, along with some seasoned French fries.
Today was a very uneventful day for me. I worked this morning, and spent the rest of the day in front of my computer just in case my business phone rang. Since it didn’t, I spent the time listening to podcasts from CSUN. I was listening to the presentation on the new Microsoft Office 2007, and I’ve got to say, I think I’m actually excited about the new version. I think it’ll take a little getting used to, but I also think it’s going to be one of the most accessible versions Microsoft has released yet. I’m really looking forward to the textual graphics creator, since, although I can’t see them, I’m actually a rather graphical thinker and really like to have pictures and/or neat border art in my documents, especially if they’ve got cool colors since I can see the colors. So, I just might have to upgrade when the new version is released.
The next thing I want to listen to is the presentation on Windows Vista. There are so many rumors going around about it, and so many people complaining about how it will or will not work, so I can’t wait to hear directly from the people involved. It should be a really interesting listen, and I’m really glad that ACB Radio covered many of these important sessions.
In other news, I’m looking at my checking account balance every morning in the hopes that the money for my Book Port has been withdrawn since that’ll mean it’s on its way to me. So far nothing, but it’s almost the end of March now, so it can’t possibly be much longer. It’s hardest for me every morning when i look at all the new content I have to listen to, knowing that I can’t listen immediately. I guess they’re trying to teach me patience. SMILE! It doesn’t help though that I’ve joined the email list for the Book Port, and keep hearing about everyone who absolutely loves their units and what they’re doing with them. One guy even said that he wants to buy a second one to have as a back-up. That really says a lot.
I’m trying to come up with a new book to get from Audible. I missed last month and lost my credit since I’ve got a legacy plan. I’m seriously debating upgrading, especially since it wouldn’t change my monthly fee, and my credits would carry over from month to month, at least up to six. So, I’m looking for something interesting. My problem is that since i’m paying $14.95 a month, I don’t want to get a book that costs less than that or the membership is pointless. A lot of the authors I want to read are up there, but the books ar abridged, and i hate abridged books! I WANT DETAILS!!!!! I’m not a big fan of nonfiction or anything like that, so that sort of narrows my options too. Oh well, there’s got to be something. If anyone has any good fiction books that they’ve gotten from Audible, let me know.
Well, I think I’m going to go check on my hamburger again, and if it’s not completely defrosted I think it’s time to help it along a little. i’m getting hungry. Later.
My Response to the Article I Posted Last Night
Well, I decided to write a response to the editor, and I sent it off this afternoon. Here’s what I said:
Hello. I am writing in response to the article written in opposition to the voting machines for the disabled. I was very upset by the comments in this article,
and would like to make some comments of my own.I want to start off by saying that I am blind and have been since birth. I have never once been able to cast a ballot independently during an election.
Voting is a right given to us through the United States Constitution, and although some may feel that I am still able to exercise my right to vote by getting
help at the polls, I disagree. If a sighted individual walked into his/her polling place and was told that they would have to tell two other people how
he/she wanted to vote and that he/she could not mark their own ballot, I can almost guaranty you that some sort of legal action would ensue. Why should
the disabled be treated any different? We are not second class citizens, and are therefore entitled to the same rights and privileges as any other citizen.Second, although it wasn’t directly stated, the author made some rather interesting inferences about the disabled people that the machines were meant to
help. This inference is that the disabled are not contributing taxpayers. I find this inference very offensive, as I am a tax payer, and in fact pay
my taxes probably much earlier than most people these days, having submitted my returns for the last couple of years before February first. So yes, I’m
contributing to these machines, and no, I don’t have a problem helping to pay for them.As for the Federal Government “pandering to every
special-interest group”, I’d like to have you look at things from a different perspective. Let’s say that instead of talking voting machines, ballots
in different languages were just beginning to become used. It still costs money to produce these ballots in different languages. Are we going to say
that the people using these ballots should be excluded from voting, or required to get assistance to vote, simply because they can’t read English well
yet? Maybe these people are sincerely trying to learn the language, but in the mean time, should they be excluded or made to feel as though they are inferior?
No. So why is it, that just because certain machines are being developed that will give blind and visually impaired people the chance to cast an independent
ballot be any different? Was the price too high? Maybe it wasn’t the most cost-effective, but put yourself in the place of someone who had the opportunity
to use the machines. If you’ve never had to rely on someone else to fill in your ballot, and wonder if your ballot was truly marked the way you want it,
you can’t possibly understand what these machines mean. The cost of independence and self-reliance is NEVER too high, and someday when your vision starts
to fade, or your hearing starts to decline due to old age, you’re going to look back and realize that just maybe these machines aren’t such a bad idea
after all.
I did, of course sign it.
Information Please
When I was a kid, there was a story that was read to me a lot. It was about a little boy who became friends with a telephone opperator. This story was centered around one specific incident, the death of, and acceptance of the death, of a favorite pet. I can’t remember the name of this story anymore, but I still remember it.
I received an email today, and I’ve actually seen it many times before, but I really like it. It is basically telling the same story, except that it covers many more years and is more of a summary. I’m posting it here for everyone to read.
Information Please
When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny
receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.
Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not
know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.
My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement,
I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.
I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor
and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information, please” I said into the mouthpiece
just above my head.
A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.
“Information.”
“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.
“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.
“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.
“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.
“No,” I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”
“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.
I said I could.
“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.
After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me
with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.
Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called,
Information Please,” and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her,
“Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”
She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, “Paul always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”
Somehow I felt better.
Another day I was on the telephone, “Information Please.”
“Information,” said in the now familiar voice. “How do I spell fix?” I asked.
All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very
much. “Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in
the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.
Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind
she was to have spent her time on a little boy.
A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the
phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”
Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.
“Information.”
I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”
There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”
I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”
I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your call meant to me.
I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”
I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.
“Please do”, she said. “Just ask for Sally.”
Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered,
“Information.” I asked for Sally.
“Are you a friend?” she said.
“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.
“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” she said. “Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”
Before I could hang up she said, “Wait a minute, did you say your name was Paul?” “Yes.” I answered.
“Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.
Let me read it to you.”
The note said, “Tell him there are other worlds to sing in.
He’ll know what I mean.”
I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.
Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.
Furious!
Some of you may have seen this editorial all ready, but there may be some who haven’t. I’m posting it here for your information. This is probably just the beginning now that accessible voting machines are required at polling places, but whoever wrote this needs a major attitude adjustment. Feel free to respond to this editorial at letters@bnd.com with your thoughts and feelings.
Too high a price at the polls
Belleville News-Democrat
[Belleville, Illinois]
Posted on Fri, Mar. 24, 2006
Editorial
Too high a price at the polls
Liberals love to say that if a government program benefits even one person, it is worth the cost. But in St. Clair County, even that low bar is too high to justify the new federally mandated voting machines for the disabled.
Not one person in St. Clair County used the machines in the primary election Tuesday. Cost to the taxpayers, $921,000; benefits, zero.
Madison County and East St. Louis had some voters use their special machines, although they didn’t have a count of how many. But no doubt the costs were phenomenally out of balance with the benefits achieved.
Federal tax dollars covered most of the expense. Nationwide, the government spent about $2.8 billion to update voting equipment, $600 million of that for equipment to accommodate people with hearing and visual impairments.
This is what occurs when lawmakers try to pander to every special-interest group. Yes, it’s unfortunate that people with disabilities have a difficult time voting; yes, it would be nice if they could vote independently at their assigned polling place.
But we also expect our elected leaders to be responsible with our money. Couldn’t we have one special voting machine at the county courthouse rather than at each precinct? That would have saved millions, or at least freed up money for programs that would benefit more people, and not just on a couple days a year.
The truth is, the government can’t afford to enact every good idea. But politicians continue to try, which is why our taxes are sky-high.
© 2006 Belleville News-Democrat and wire service sources. All Rights Reserved.
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Okay, so this morning I’m feeling really technologically disadvantaged. I’ve got about seven different podcasts from CSUN sitting in my downloads folder and a long car ride ahead of me this morning, but nothing to play the podcasts on as I’m traveling. I know, April is coming, but it sure is taking its sweet time. And then, once April comes, I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait for my Book Port.
I do have one piece of exciting news though. The IRS is conducting tests on accessible documentation for the blind and visually impaired. They’re looking for people who are willing to read through some document, (don’t ask me which one because I can’t seem to find the email which means it’s been deleted), and then fill out a short survey. In order to do this, they send people the book on CD, the player needed to play the book, and the survey itself. I emailed them last Friday to tell them I was interested, and UPS called me last night informing me that I had a package waiting to be delivered from the IRS. I paid my taxes back in January, so I doutb they’re coming after me, so I’m guessing that it’s the survey stuff. If anyone else is interested in helping with this, send an email here with the following information: name, shipping address, and format preference, (braille, large print, etc.). I heard absolutely nothing after sending my email, so figured that nothing would come of it, but I guess they just aren’t responding to requests accept to send out the equipment. I don’t know what player they’re using or anything like that, but once I get home tonight and have a chance to check things out I’ll let everyone know.
It’s almost 8:00 and Jim is still sleeping. I’m thinking that maybe I’m going to have to go wake him up pretty soon before one of the cats does it. Oh, and never mind the fact that I’ve got to go on a road trip today and need to get ready. SMILE! More later. Hey, he’s up!
Missing Out
I am currently missing what is probably the best technology conference of the year. CSUN 2006 is getting ready to start in full swing, and I’m sitting here at home. I’m doing everything I can to take part in the conference, and if nothing else, I’m learning the value of podcasts. I’ve set Juice, (my podcatcher software), to check for new episodes every half hour, and I’ve added two new streams today in the hopes that I will get to hear at least a part of what’s happening out in California. This is one time of year when companies start to announce new products and/or programs, and I can’t wait to se what’s going to happen over the next few months. And, someday I’m going to get to CSUN. I know, everyone go get out your violins. SMILE! Just think of it this way. Imagine a little kid hearing all this great stuff about all different kinds of candy; everything from chocolate to cream, but who can’t have any of it. This is how I feel with CSUN. So, podcasters, PLEASE CAST!!!!!
I’m Too Nice
Today is the perfect day to stay inside. It’s windy, and just sort of blah. I had to work this morning though, so was out in it for a little while at least.
Anyway, I got some great meat from a butcher shop today. One of the things I got was a cut up whole chicken. I’ve been wanting chicken because I’ve got this great mesquite marinade that I wanted to use, and it would really taste great with chicken. So, I mixed up the marinade. While taking the chicken parts out of the package and putting them into the plastic bag with the marinade I came across a paper-wrapped package. To me this package could only contain one thing. The nasty, squiggly, creepy crawly gizzards. Jim and I had absolutely no intention of eating them. So, I finished with the chicken and put it in the fridge to sit overnight before I put the meat in the crock pot all day tomorrow. I pulled out a pot, added a little bit of water, and threw the gizzards in. They are now cooling on the stove waiting to be put into two separate bowls and fed to Taz and Cally. When I was a kid my parents would sometimes give our cats turkey gizzards, so I figure these two deserve to eat these. I just can see myself throwing them out after all. SMILE! I tell you, these two are absolutely spoiled.
You know, I’d love to have the life of a cat. All they do is sit around in the sun, sleep, eat, sleep, and eat some more. They have it made. Who knows, maybe someday.
All Sorts of Stuff
Okay, so I’m back again. I’ve got a lot of different things I want to write about and don’t want to put them in separate posts, so this is going to be a bunch of stuff.
First, I’ve got a funny for you. Friday night we had a couple of friends over. We were talking about things, and we got on the subject of my really old web site. If you’re curious about it, check it out but be aware that it’s really old, and we’re not even with that ISP anymore. I’m not even sure why it still exists. Anyway though, one of the things I have up there is a song called Trapped on the Internet. We brought up the site on Jim’s computer and were listening to it. I wanted Jim to go back to the main page, but really wasn’t paying all that much attention to what I was saying, so told him to press Control-Left Arrow to go back. Well, when it comes to computers, Jim pretty much does what I tell him. So, he pressed the keystroke. Pretty much right away we started hearing the song again, backwards!! So, we kept listening to it forwards and backwards because it was just hysterical. Then I thought I’d try it on my machine. Guess what? It doesn’t work! It’s the strangest thing. So, being the strange person that I am, I had to try it with another song. Thanks Sas for your great audio clip all about pants. It made a great test. The weird thing about that clip was that although it was playing backwards it was still trying to take chunks of the file and play them the right way. It was really weird. And just in case you’re wondering, although it was St. Patrick’s Day, there was no alcohol consumed. We all knew exactly what we were doing.
Yesterday we went to an indoor water park. It’s a pretty pathetic park, but it was something to do. For those of you who know Jim, you know that for all intents and purposes he’s very quiet. Well, as he went down the water slide people around the entire park heard him yelling one of two things. Once in a while it was USA, and the other half it was UWM due to the fact that they were playing in the afternoon. I guess his cheering wasn’t good enough though since the team lost in the end. I’ll give him an A for effort though. People said that they could hear him in the bathrooms, so he was really, really loud! It was pretty cool though. I went down the slide a couple of times and then went into the current pool. I let someone pull me around and I just sort of floated. It was pretty wild because this current just sort of carries you, whether you want to move or not. I was so tired last night though when we got home that I ended up going to bed probably an hour and a half earlier than usual. Today I hurt in places that I didn’t know could hurt. It’s all in the muscles of course, and I’ll be fine in a couple of days. I guess this shows me I don’t get enough exercise. SMILE!
Finally, a word of warning to anyone who cares. If you ever get a pop-up asking you to install either Hotbar or Spam Blocker Utility, don’t do it. My dad has had the program for quite some time now, and at the bottom of all his emails was a link that said “Upgrade your email, click here”. I finally decided to see exactly what it was all about and so I did a little research. Apparently these programs claim to be wonderful spam fighting programs. Unfortunately, they have Adware in them. Once removed from Add/Remove Programs, they continued to function. We won’t discuss here the problems he’s having now because of the help I tried giving him, but let’s just say that what I had him do was just the last straw, not the entire problem. Anyway, to make a long story short, it looks like he’s going to have to take his computer in to a shop because the registry is fried, and he can’t restore to a good working version. He said that he’d been thinking of doing a reinstall of windows anyway because of some other problems, but this wasn’t exactly the way I’d like to have seen it done. So, be careful of those programs. They seem to work together by the way.
Anyway, it’s almost bedtime, and I’ve got to work in the morning, so I think I’m going to get ready for bed. More later.
Rainy Days and Mondays
I started writing this on Monday and never finished it until now. So, it’s a little out-dated, but here it is anyway.
Okay, so i’m sure that I’ve seen someone else use that as a title on their blog some time ago, and I’m seriously not trying to copy, but that’s the best way I can sum up this day so far.
Last night we had a really noisy thunderstorm. Poor Taz is scared of thunder, so he was snuggling with me. At about 1:00 there was this really big flash of lightning and then right on top of it was this really loud crack and then the thunder. As far as I’m aware though we didn’t lose power. Believe me, that’s probably a first around here. We usually lose power at the drop of a hat. Let’s not mention the fact that this apartment building is also on top of a hill with nothing else around it that’s really tall.
Anyway, I have to work this morning, but wanted to leave you with this thought. Check out this great song that really sums up my feelings.
