100th Day of Drought

Well I heard the old rancher say
"It ain't rained in a hundred days"
And he sold his last cattle
A long time ago

And I wondered what it means
For the Ponderosa trees
And just how many more of them trees
We'll lose this summer

And then Walt wished it would rain
To hide his tears of pain
So he could go outside
And not have to explain

Then it occurred to me
That when nothing grows
There's nothing left to burn
How winter rains fuel summer fires

And now all the land will grow
Is cookie cutter homes
And the city spreads itself
Ever thin

And the press pretends not to know
Though I must admit my smile did grow
When the warm rancher chukled
"I guess we'll be drinkin' soda pop this summer"

The Wealth of Friendship between Men

I hereby declare that we are rich.
How did we accumulate such wealth you ask?

By opening the curtains of stoicism
revealing the play of truth
reveling in the play of truth.

By searching for perfect arrangements of black and white
with written words on page
and chess pieces on board.

Diving deep down to the bottoms
of the bottles of our spirits
uncorking the bouquet of such souls.

Trading in truth and wisdom
appreciating beauty
in music and those crazy women.

In your company I have grown rich
for there is no louder laugh than yours
and no freer cry.

And if we keep this theater open
we will die wealthy men, my friend.

It's Baaack...

MILE HIGH MAJIC BABY!!!

Happy Birthday

Ben Franklin...

When I get up there, you are one of the first I will look up. The first round's on me, though I'm afraid I won't have good news about the democracy. Actually, don't even ask.

Conspiracy Theory

There is a secret ingrediant in the sauce of Totino's frozen pizzas that makes me:

A) achieve a state of zen where time and space cease to exist until every last slice is gone (I say slice assuming I have not created a pizza taco of goodness, of course);

B) eat so fast that I no longer need to drink or even breath while eating (unless inhaling pizza counts as breathing);

C) go into a cholestercoma, resulting in the oven running at 450 F for 9 hours (What?! I was cleaning the oven! Why'd you turn it off?!)