“Hindsight’s always 20/20 but you can’t spend your life looking out your ass…cause the past is for learning, the present is for living, and the future is for dreaming.”

My Grampa would say things like this to me all the time, but I was just an eight year old tool monkey at his bike shop, the famous Art’s Cycle at 87^th between Stony Island and Jeffery on Chicago’s south side, but at the time, these words just seemed to all blend together into his nonstop…

The time for action was now and our intrepid hero could not put off the inevitable any longer.

Being acutely tuned to other people’s suffering, his need to right this wrong, come to the defense of those unable to defend themselves, and provide some comfort to this young and troubled life, became the gas that powered his engine.

Taking careful stock of his overwhelmed senses, realizing his body’s instinctual reactions to this onslaught would soon render a state of sensory…

As I get older, I become more focused on my legacy.

I’m not a religious man, so without a belief in an afterlife or heaven, my role as a high functioning organism on this planet and what I leave behind starts to occupy more thought-time.

I’m a parent and my three adult children being universally recognized as ‘good people’ gives me some solace in this matter.

I’ve done my part as a healthy and quality contributor to the gene pool, but maturity separates them from me and…

“I hope she recognizes me”, he thought to himself, knowing it might just mean she’d been studying his image as much as he’d been studying hers. 

It had been the quintessential 21^st century relationship, introduced on MySpace, nurtured on Facebook, blossomed through tweets and virtually consummated on an iPhone, but they’d never met.

A friend of a friend of a friend…but the chemistry was good and so far no missteps, except for that .bmp image he sent that had imbedded…