Greetings and salutations from the sand, sun and surf of Cape Cod, Martha’s Vineyard and the foggy, misty, quite brisk and breezy island of Nantucket! Great to be with you on this mysterious Twenty-First Day of June, 2016. A fine Tuesday High Noon on the Hyannis Waterfront, ‘down on the docks’ of our ‘time’ in the hallowed, haunted, historic setting of America’s most historic states, the ‘bay state’ of Massachusetts. A state that tells the whole story of this 239 year old Republic via men like Paul Revere and Thomas Jefferson. Today, in the late year of 2016, she looks tired and alone, adrift and depressed, lo, a lady torn in half–by design–with a hostile takeover in the not too distant future?
“Say it ain’t so Joe!”
What’s up with Atlanta? Where are y’all going in such a hurry? Is there something in the sky we should be concerned about? Will the answers come by way of our friends on the morning news shows? Boy, I sure hope so!
May this simple message in a bottle remind that if “it” does not come from perfect LOVE, it’s not worth a second look.
Love and “time”;
One leaves you at the station; prisoner of past and future, your faced pressed up against the glass… The other, the reason.
Care for the least of US in the darkness of the gathering storm, and your reward will be great in Heaven.
PRESERVE THE WILDERNESS! Peace~M