I am thankful for George W. Bush

voice in the emptiness

I hadn't realized how seldom I post to the casefiles lately. I'm still here, still alive, still carrying on, no matter the difficulties.
It's a shame all my best writing ultimately winds up catching puppy-poo at the local kennel. Writing 800 words a day to fill a newspaper, there's little inspiration left over for pursuits of a more creative nature.
And after leaving my little acre of Web space update-less for nearly a year, I've become the proverbial tree, soundlessly falling in a jungle of content.
But I can hear my crash. Sometimes that's enough.

Such a moving photo from Iraq. 

Many insist the Iraqis hate our troops, that we're occupiers, murderers ... Ask this little boy. 

A random photoCD from The Year 2002

I ran across an old photo CD that contains pictures from what I'm pretty sure was New Year's Eve 2002. We went to a party with some college friends who lived in a house called the Den O' Sin on 6th Ave. (I think) in Tuscaloosa.
Later that night, Jennifer and I connected with my buddy Art -- another Malleteer -- and we smoked cigars for the New Year back at Jennifer's apartment. Good times.
After Art left, Jennifer got really serious. She told me she was pregnant. We weren't married and both had recently considered dumping the other.
Hillarity ensued.
Don't know if I'm comfortable posting the later portions of that night. But I wanted to get these uploaded for my facebook account.