Thursday, November 18, 2010

I need to ask you for something...

Dear Faithful Reader,

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Saturday, November 13, 2010


Tiffany managed to turn 250 Coke Reward points into 2 VIP tickets to the Touchdown Terrace to watch MIZZOU whoop up on K-STATE.  We received a parking pass, passes to walk the field prior to the game, free food and drink and a free program.  SCORE!  A little cold but a fun time was had by all.  Here are a few pictures, more can be found by clicking the link at the bottom of this post.

DAVID<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~had fun with all

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Wednesday November Bike Ride

Hello Faithful Reader.  Today I'm wearing a red Marlin Fishing Cap, aquamarine blue striped short sleeved polo, khaki shorts, red argyle socks and blue bobo tennis shoes.  I"m ready to ride.  I love biking on the Greenway, as soon as I start pedaling I smile.  We have an Indian Summer here in St. Louis.  It's Nov 10th., 75 degree weather and the sun is shining.  I'm pedaling along the paved bike path next to the Meremac River and loving life.  The wind is blowing the last of the leaves from the trees.  I watch Orioles and other meadow birds dart in and out of the brush next to the river.  Glancing down I notice a bird's shadow on the bike path and it's flying very erratically and moving along the same direction as I am.  The shadow is faint and indistinct and it makes the bird look like it's tumbling out of the sky.  As the shadow darkens I realize that it is not the shadow of a bird but the shadow of a cluster of leaves spinning as they fall to earth.  The leaves are joined to a common spindly stem and they spin crazily as they fall.  I'm riding along staring at the pavement watching the shadow get darker, more distinct and rapidily approaching life size.  Then from above the bill of my cap the leaves suddenly appear and smash into their shadow.  End of the trail for the cluster of leave but not for me.  I pedal on. 

Come to find out every time I run the entire Greenway I don't bike 6 miles, I bike 9 miles.  Who knew?  I was just starting on the next 9 miles when I started having trouble with my right pedal.  By the time I turned around and make it back the short distance to by car, the pedal actually falls off as I pull up to the back of my car.  In case you haven't heard: 
I'm looking at buying a new bike, one that won't fall apart.  So far Workman and Trek bikes are in the lead.  Here is what they look like:

Workman Cruiser!

Streamliner Cruiser by Trek Bicycles

Monday, November 8, 2010

Friday, November 5, 2010

I had forgotten all about The Bolshoi

David<~~~~~~~~is always dancing in his mind

Monday, November 1, 2010

Monday Morning Bootheel

I see the tall grasses springing up
between the ballast & wooden ties
as the railroad tracks
wind off into the distance
with a tin water tower
or a grain silo beside
and my heart pulls me

I know a quiet place
behind a house where
my great grandmother lived
put a penny on the tracks
and never found it again
but that didn't stop us
from looking
over and over
and I talk about it still

A bigger white house
with a wrap around porch
dominates the town
and dominates my mind
no longer in the family
but I know where
the box turtles hide
and old comic books
can be discovered
like hidden treasures
an olive drab duffel
hangs like a punching bag
dusty from the rafters
stuffed with
someone else's memories
it sways in a sunbeam
and in my mind

Why do I pine
for a place where
I never actually lived
only visited on holidays
and school breaks
but seemed magic
only good things
could happen here

The sound of early morning breakfast
and bad reception on late night TV
the taste of orange creamsicles
and the smell of fried bologna
all the old photographs
frame this in my mind
and in my heart
and I want to go
I want to go home


I was most excited to turn 18... I could vote!

David<~~~~~~~~~~~~~NERDdom knows no bounds!