I don’t think that I am cool enough to be called a hick or white trash. My idea of a good time is listening to music, enjoying a good book, watching a hypnotic movie, playing the occasional computer game, perhaps a good game of hockey on TV or in person, and, overall, just feeding my mind. Driving through the country side, all I saw were large, four wheel drive vehicles creating their own version of crop circles in the snow covered fields, and snowmobiles. Passing one gas station, there was a snowmobile at every single pump. Around one corner, a whole herd of snowmobilers, stopped off the side of the road, talking, and laughing. With music playing on my car stereo, I kept on going. Sure, it might be fun to tear through the country side on some thousand dollar plus piece of machinery, but no thanks. I’ll take my inner tube and a hill any day.
Had dinner with my dad tonight. It’s always interesting to hear about life stories of him growing up. Be it either in the middle-of-nowhere Nebraska or Kansas City, it’s always a good conversation. Stories of things I have never heard before. Life lessons of things I have experienced, will experience, and never hope to see the light of day of. I think it is interesting to understand that as you grow older, your parents are not much different from you. The major difference is that they have a lot more life under their belts. All those things that they tell you as a teenager that drive you up the wall is just their way of trying to help you figure the things that they have before it’s too late. Of course, your life is never the same as theirs, and they never have all the answers. You just have to remember that everything in life sounds good in theory, and everyone in this world is human. We all do different, but same things. Some good, some bad. Some funny, and some sad.
Whoa… Anyhow, on a non-deep note, sort of, some one asked me the other day as to what is up with the pictures that I add with my posts. None of them have any real deep meaning, significance, or purpose. They are just images from my everyday life. You are seeing blips of my life. They could be from inside my apartment, at work, things that I pass by, and so on. I don’t claim to be an artist or an expert photographer. You see what I see. That’s all.