The figure out you're an American and they steer clear of us.

I would very much love to find the southwest coastal path society if I were ever to go to Albion again.... sounds lovely. Yes that's the Jurassic Coast.

I too found the Britons lovely folks when not in cars. When they get behind the wheel, they all think they are in Top Gear IMHO. Once you open your mouth, they know who you are and are unfailingly kind.

Ivy: That was very early on in my "fan club" persona, and I was going through some weird head trips at the time, independent of the OFC. I sadly insulted her one too many times (my bad immature sense of humor) .... yes she probably was a nice lady. Never met her.

I'd never drive in London. Too many really nice tubes to ride... fun!

Wake up!

Riddle me this one: Last night, I dreamed a large white man was abusing a little black girl. I prefer to be color blind, but for some reason, race was important in the dream. The girl's sisters and I were in a room downstairs, and we could hear the victim screaming. It was a normal thing for them, but I couldn't let it happen, so I started up the stairs. I didn't know what I would do. I thought of posing as a police officer. I thought of saying the girl's mother said she had to come home, now. And there I was again lying in my dreams. So, I opened the door, said the girl's mom said it was time to come home, and the girl got straightened out and came with me. As I was crossing the street with the girl, the sisters and their friends were saying it was her sister, not her mom, who said she had to go home, giving me some twisted sense of vindication that they had believed my lie and tried to make it fit their reality.

Ugh.... children being beaten. Never a good scenario. I lived in Hayward CA long ago... apartments, very mixed bag of races in the town (my son's little pals were all Black kids, nice too), and yes generally I don't care about race. But sadly I had I think a single mother living above me (happened to be Black from the voices, I didn't know them) and she must have been drunk or something one night, she was beating on her little girl and screaming quite a bit. The kid was crying of course. I dunno maybe the kid had it coming, but she went on too long. Anyway I finally stepped out and yelled in the dark (she had no idea which unit it came from) "Hey quit beating on that kid, or I'm calling the cops!!!!" all noise ceased at that point. I was happy and went to bed. About a half hour later I could hear someone knocking on her door, the police checking up on her... so another neighbor called 'em, not me.

Thankfully that was a one time occurrence, didn't happen before or after. I lived there a couple of years.

Most child abuse alas happens within the home, stats show us.

I lost it today... probably will get sued... glum tone. Two boys were beating on each other, fisticuffs.... both as tall as me, so I stupidly stepped in to break it up. (why oh why do I react this way?????) My reflexes took over and I wound up pinning the one throwing the punches to the wall, scared the hell out of him thankfully, and me too. Called security and they showed up very very fast. The weird thing was this happened 2nd period, and 3rd period it happened again, another room, another substitute, and totally different kids. Very very happy no one had to go to dental.

It's spring and tomorrow is "mandatory drunken Irish American" day alas and I plan to stay off the roads, stay home and eat a lovely meal of beef and root veggies.

Sometimes a dream is just a dream after all. I hope Justin does put out another album and tours to support it.

Hero? Not me! I chicken out most of the time... unless pushed into it, then I go into overdrive, act without thinking. That worries me. People don't realize it, these school shootings make the news and everyone has 20/20 vision in hindsight as they are mopping up the bodies.

THESE THINGS HAPPEN REALLY REALLY FAST. You don't have time to think. You have to react. To quote Top Gun "If you think you're dead"

Once in a blue moon I see someone really abusing a kid like in the grocery store or something. Usually they are very scary adults who might attack ME... I saw a lady who seemed to have a wife in the grocery store last week, and she was really verbally abusing a boy about 10 who seemed to be her son. She plainly hated the child.... I felt so sorry for the little tyke. He has to grow up with that toxic message. Darn near went over and chewed on HER... but chickened out. I followed them for a while, but the boy seemed to be doing his own thing (he wasn't cowed or vulnerable looking), so maybe he will run away or has an uncle he can go live with.

Under stress tho, most teachers and school folks are real momma grizzlies, we do crazy things to protect kids, keep them from harm. Our greatest stress is dealing with parents who have their heads up their wazoos and everyone but the the parent has it figured out. I've sat here puzzling, wondering what in heaven's name makes a 12 year old boy feel he can duke it out with another boy in a classroom? Geeze with witnesses etc... I guess hormones sorta short out their brains at this age. I suspect I was shooting fire out MY eyes when I jacked him up against the wall. I'm brainless too .... what was I thinking?? Now I'm just waiting for the hammer to fall, investigations, parents lawyering up, etc etc. I just can't stand bullies. When I get done with them, they have a WHOLE new definition of "bully." And I've freaked out everyone else in the vicinity with my berserker behavior. I'm usually a very mellow person, seriously. Peace, love etc.

geeze one of my cats was snoring and I thought my cell phone was vibrating. I guess I had better go to bed, my reading material is stacking up on me.

Oh. Sorry I missed your birthday. I'll do it again next year unless you remind me a little earlier.

I've never read ANYTHING in my dreams. How odd. I'm actually a compulsive decoder, read a LOT in a single day. Never even thought about it. I dream in shapes, and spaces and colors, feelings. faces. Sometimes like lovely painted landscapes. No letters numbers or ciphers. That stuff is all in my forebrain, and I prefer dreams back in the back part of the brain, much more interesting.

I dreamed I was moving, with several other people, into an apartment. We had a lot of cleaning to do. I recall one room was dark, and crud was suspended in mid-air in there. A former roommate was on-premises, and my new roommates were concerned of the implications of me/us moving into the apartment if she lived there. Then, I got an anonymous phone call. Some dude said something like, "You wouldn't want your roommates to know about how you always raided the refrigerator." I returned to the dark room and discovered the floating crud was actually suspended in spiderwebs.

I can't help you with the fever. There is a nasty bug going around here, I ran the fever about three days, then it settled into my lungs, I've been hacking for two weeks. Just now got well enough to do my evening walks, which I really needed. You'll just have to hack it out. Lots of fruit juice and eat right.

I dreamed I was in a blue version of "Hotel Valhalla" .... my brother was there and decided it was a good hotel. Mom was there too. Some other people were too, but I don't remember who they were. It's a great hotel, I've dreamed about it before, several nice hot tubs and rock faced swimming pools.