So 2014 heads towards 2015 now and I reflect on some good, decent men who made a difference in this world and left it in our hands, this year
Of late I feel I am running from, and I am over it. It is exhausting and I have blisters. I don’t even know if these metaphorical saline bubbles are on my heels, my toes or surrounding my soul. I just know that my own desire for escape has given rise to a game of chase. So here we are, a pause and an Abando train.