A journal entry.

Woody – woodpecker.

When I was younger, the future (which is now the present), seemed way more cool than it turned out to be. I mean, why aren’t we riding horses all over town by now?

How just yesterday I finally made an hydrogen generator quite simply and drove 150 miles to test it against past gasoline consumption.

Very near the end.

A renewal of love.

If you take your common sense together with a little healthy skepticism and hold it against everyday life a whole lot of questions will rice to the surface.

We need a new fervency in our worship and service for Christ!

Does love exist in the absence of desire to see and touch each other? Can words alone sustain a relationship?

This is a poem written with a little optimism. Some days people can get really down, but I believe there can be light.