Saturday, March 10, 2012

Since life is little more than a train wreck in waiting, this blog is about the real life fiction we all face. With precise ambiguity, we'll explore the no brainer imponderables you need to maintain the fire in your bellyache. You never know when a blind eye observer is watching you.  So remember, always take a chance on a sure thing unless otherwise misdirected.

1 comment:

  1. The wooden train was built by my dad, Richard Menner Burke, before he died in 1994.

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