Counting Coup...

We played, round about the yard, and Max reminded me he is better at counting coup than I. As the sunset, a cacaphony of bird song created the canopy, and gave dimension to our time, nothing more than a few seconds of rememberence, a sunset.

One of my first characters for Let Go, the Raindance, was this chick named Rosali, Rosali Bachman to be exact. Now she was not a main character, nor was she repeating, but what she was was Goddamned annoying. She sat next to Johnathon and talked, and talked, and talked. Even when asked to shut up, she talked, and talked, and talked. Rosali was the type of person who sucked life out of a room, let alone a life. The chick was tough.

So, this afternoon I rode my bike over to Jennifer Smith's office. We are developing ways to increase active transportation in our community. Steven Hardy-Braz was my companion, and all felt well on the rodes. Our goal is to increase ridership and to be examples for the community as a whole. Oy!