We are moving in another dimension

20110403-022056.jpgDriving north toward Chicago in a silver van in back country roads ignoring the advice of the gps an traversing the less windy route. one final gig looms in the distance and I got the radio on listening to the baseball game. It looks like a tornado could just appear out of nowhere and sweep us away. I'm clicking my heals three time together and thinking about life. Thinking 'bout my Ma n Pa and my sister and time travel and dogs floating in clouds and barns flying through the air. Soft serve ice cream and station wagons and freckles. Flags blowing in strong breezes and picnic tables overturned. These are the days - the time stands still days. I'm going to magically transport myself to Evanston, Illinois. That's what going to do. Space 8pm