The Natural World... It's it!

 So much going on. Too much to even think about sharing on this little forum. Great ride for the SF Giants to make it back to World Champs. Of course you have to sympathize with Lithuania did they get invited? How about Uzbekistan but we are the world. I don't have to start drinking beer so early those 5:07 starts...anyways incredible fun and somehow I believed it would happen as did so many from the Bay Area. Great fun with so many over the weeks at Peri's, The Sleeping Lady, The Flatiron etc...

 In San Rafael right now at Community Media Center of Marin. Two blocks up I notice there is a Documentary on Leon Trotsky call 'What Happened Here?' a film by Bay Area Filmmaker Rob Nilson
who was a SF Desoto Cab Driver back in the 1980's.  Just picked up a book lying at the bus stop in Fairfax by Ivan Turgenev set in Russia in the 1800's within two pages I was in tears. 'I rebel I rebel.' said the weeping Father over the body of his son. Something like that.

 At Johnny Adams fine house under the beautiful Redwoods in Woodacre getting some reading in. Read Cormac McCarthy's 'The Road' I can't recommend it but I couldn't put it down. A Father and Son post apocalyptic desolation novel so bleak dark disturbing revolting and ultimately uplifting that I had to follow that up with 'My First Summer in the Sierras' by John Muir published in 1900 (?) from his notes of an expedition to Yosemite in 1869. The complete inverse of The Road where his Joy and uplift from nature and the Natural world, every moment every species, every life form ridiculous. Well I was up to about 3 AM that morning and even then I couldn't get to sleep had to finish off that half corned beef sandwich big mistake. Next day completely brain destroyed and now I am hoping somehow I get my backpack back that I left in the back seat of the kind woman of gray hair and fond 1966 memories of SF youthful magic music and everything ''the  best year of them all' she said.

Well I better get going. I'll step into the dark history of Leon Trotsky murdered by Stalin who like the
old man in Russia declared in his soul that he would rebel. My Great Grandfather supposedly met Leon Trotsky in the back of his Pharmacy somewhere in NYC perhaps on Trotsky's last visit to NYC before Mexico. Later.