I never get lost, no matter where I am. Something about me (or my personality) just encourages everyone I encounter to tell me where to go.
Here's someplace I'd hope to visit before shuffling off this mortal coil.
"Open your heart, open your mind. A train is leaving all day.
A wonderful trip through our time. And laughter is all you pay."
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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