So, I am off to Denver for 6 days for work. Travel used to get me excited, not so much anymore. I miss my kids and my wife. Especially in 6 day chunks. It gets tough.

And I've wondered, how much of myself should I write about? I mean in the sense I can be identified by. These days, employers do internet searches on prospective employees. My name is common enough (and famous enough, I guess) no one could find this pathetic journal of a blog, but still. You got to be careful. I guess. Sad state of affairs.

I've always thought if I could live in any time in the history, it would be here in America about 100 years before the Europeans settled here as an Indian. I am not an environmentalist, but an Indian is the ultimate environmentalist. I see it more as living in harmony with the land and ecosystem. That's the key. I'd do it today if I could. And I guess I could, but it would be a dramatic lifestyle change, and we are a materialistic society. Every time I got to the grocery store I think I should buy those reusable bags, but every time I think to myself "Next time." Sad.

Ramblings. But this my blog. Fuck off if you don't like it. If you've read this far, you got no life, you are a friend of mine, or you think what I say may be partially interesting. Whatever.