To fish or not to Fish. That is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to so suffer the outrage of my wife and co workers, as I suffer the outrageous fortunes of skipping work at the office, or to take a rod and rebel and fish the sea of troubles, and by opposing it, enjoy my free time? To fish, to fall asleep by the riverbank, but no more, as I have grown up too fast to waste that much time. In fishing I escape the heartache, and all the shocks that being mortal is inherent to. Fishing is a pasttime to be devoutly wished for. To grow up, to become busy. Thats the catch. For what fishing or being outside can come when you have shuffled off to work, and that makes me consider quite seriously my mundane job. For who would put up with people who hold you back, a wife who has filed the divorce papers, family and kids who I seem unable to connect to, people who are too proud, the imperfection of the justice system of our country, and the list just goes on. Who would bear the burden of a dreary typical life, to be like everyone else. It is that thought that we must fit in, that holds us truly back from what we want to do. it drives me to inaction. . But alas, I digress. Wow that was deep. And look at that, Ive got a bite.



My Dad Now Believes in Aliens

 

My dad was driving his truck at night through Nebraska in the 1980's. He was on a frontage road, with corn crops six feet high on either side of the two lanes. as he was driving in the dark, he saw ahead on the empty road lights shining out across the pavement on the right.

As he approached them, he pulled his truck over and reached across and rolled down his passenger side window. He said that he saw three bright white lights, each about eight feet apart, shining out a ways back in the corn. he said they were maybe ten to twelve feet off the ground over the corn. After a minute or so, they hovered up, tipped up at a forty five degree angle, and zoomed off without a sound, faster than he could watch.

He said he wasn't really scared, but curious and that he was certain it wasn't a plane. I don't really know what to think. There is such a thing as alchohol in college.