Flinging Poo

Sitting on my porch, listening to the whistling wind, I recall a time not long past. I would often sit as far up the main mast as possible. This gave me a wide view of the ship below me. When I started off I would pull extra duty to stay out of the rigging and for some time my world was down there. It was an interesting life. The days would be filled with work and rarely did my gaze wander to the ocean all around me. It was as if my whole world lay within the boundaries of the wood as surely as the Great Fish the watery firmament. After a time, though, I tired of the conversations and intrigues of my companions and sought refuge in locations removed from their machinations. One of my best companions sought the comfort of the bowsprit because it lay so far forward the boat, but my stomach tended to be uncomfortable in such constantly varying movement. Strange it was that this should be so, I nevertheless found comfort such that it was in the sea. There was a camaraderie amongst us, as s

For many years I went from here to there, sometimes living in small towns and sometimes in large ones. I've visited large ones from time to time, but never lived in one, until recently. I got an apartment overlooking Park. It seemed I'd been here a long time, but on reflection that was because of the enormity of the experience and how the change in lifestyle and pace affected me. Getting the call to come in for a second interview and then being offered a position and then having to scramble to find a place and then finding one with such a view and then making arrangements to have everything moved. Then, I had to get beyond the sites you see on vacations and find out where the places you needed to know to live. Where are the grocery stores, and where the shopping malls, and so forth. I remember trying to figure out where to take my garbage and was somewhat fascinated that it was a chute at the end of the hall. It was the kind of thing you never thought about when you have a hous