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Sunday, May 28, 2006

This is the Wand of Wonder.

The purpose of this blog is to provide all sorts of information and points of view. It's a bag of many things. Who knows what might come out of it next???

I do.

Anger and angst.

How do I know this? Well, the last million posts and replies have all been arguements and reproachful accusations. I'm petitioning to have this blog renamed the Wand of Blame.

Don't you people have anything fun to post? Isn't there anything you people enjoy besides harping on minor points and running off at the mouth?

Well, I have a post that doesn't involve the poor, the war, the immigrants, the government or religion. This post is about one of the coolest places to visit in the United States of America. It's New Hampshire. My good friend and weapons master Hurst is there right now, breathing the cool mountain air and delving into all of the quiet, secret places there up in the White Mountains. Lucky him.

I'm a nature lover. I don't mind cities, but they smell and are over crowded. If I could grow a mountain in my backyard I would, but I'm not much of a gardener. I've planted a few rocks, but they're not growing very quickly. In fact, they're eroding... slowly, but I can tell.

About 10,000 years ago, the fair state of New Hampshire was covered with one mile thick layers of ice called "glaciers". This might sound tragic, but don't worry. They melted and slid away, ripping up granite and soil and making fertile valleys and jagged cliffs and faces of old men in the hills. Ahhhh, the beauty.

In the fall, New Hampshire turns into a firestorm of colorfull leaves and the water reflects these scenes and dazzles the eyes. I often go there and sit by a loud, rushing river and listen to what nature is telling me. Relax and enjoy. Nature will always be here. Humans may die, but life will continue on. Sometimes I go into the river and get really really cold! Brrrrrr! Then, I get out and the sun warms me. Most times my favorite person, my wife, is with me. We just sit there all day and eat sandwiches from a local deli and wonder what the hell we're doing by living far away from the place we love.

So, what are some places you all find your peace of mind?

And for those of you that think I've gone all soft, I burn down at least one building when I get back from New Hampshire, so relax.