Sunday, February 15, 2009
Where's that dang dawn?
This was a long awaited and potentially momentous weekend, or so I heard from Shama-lama-mama, because of the dawning of the Age of Aquarius . . . heck, I've been waiting for that for years, so I was ready. So far, I'm sorry to say, my post-dawn life has not been filled with harmony and understanding, sympathy and trust abounding. No mystic crystal revelations to report so far. Another false alarm - guess I'll pack away my army jacket and tie dyes. Peace, dudes.