There is no point to this diary except to wish all here at KOS a very wonderful holiday season, and with the upcoming inauguration, my Jean Dixon impersonation that predicts next year will be much better then the past eight put togather. I will share a bit of sage advice in the begining here in light of the weather sweaping across the nation; When freezing your ass off in the cold do not plant trees no matter how great your commitment is to a greener planet. Young saplings have a good habit of turning into popsicle sticks. So much for my humor attempt.
Last night my wife and I were discussing Christmas and it's meaning, and she asked me about an event from what now seems to me another time, place and universe. While relaying the sad tale that happened in Vietnam and unable to contain the tears I started thinking how different in many ways we were, yet we love one another so completly and as always, I consider myself the luckiest man alive, though my friends all offer my wife condolances for her burden. After reading a diary by BFSkinner today at work I also took notice of where I was and what I do that struck me as odd, but gave me hope for the future. It also caused the atheist in me to think that maybe there was a God and we were creations and God's one big joke of all time.
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