Sunday, February 24, 2013

Good Folks

People watching. I'm pretty good at it. Sitting in a booth at some diner by yourself provides plenty of that kind of entertainment. I feel like I love pretty much everyone who comes by. Folks are always good to me. It seems like everybody nods, looks me in the eye and says hello to me. It's always been that way.

Where does our dark side come from? If we didn't have to comfort our egos could we all just get along as Rodney King suggested? I dream of peace and love. I had those dreams before anyone ever asked if I was a hippie.

Seems that maybe preaching about the power of love is a fine way to get by. The benefits are tremendous.

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