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1/20 Only four more days....
This is the absolute best weather I have ever seen in Chicago, in January...in my entire life! I'm over 50 folks and that's saying a lot. It's going to be 47 today, and even closer to 50 tomorrow...WTF is going on? Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't stop. I was just talking with a lady friend who is fighting a hangover today, and wanted to post this pic in her honor. ;-) 
2/20 Talking it up
The only thing I have to offer for this blog is a pic and a link. I found this to be really funny. I have a dog who is a real character, and while she can't talk...she tries. This dog speaks for many I'm sure.... Talking Dog 
3/20 The Dating Game
One of the reasons that I'm so glad I became a hobbyist,is that it gave me confidence to talk with women that I sorely lacked before. I recently have been stepping out with a few women, nothing major...just lunch or a movie so far. Dating seems so much easier for me....because of the experience I've gained from the hobby...good and bad. I have dated black women, hispanic women, white women and a Cherokee woman as well. So dating can be just as diverse as the hobby for me, and I've gotten a real kick out of it. I have a 2nd date lined up for tomorrow in fact, with a woman I really like...score! The reason I brought it up was because the hobby has been so valuable to me on a learning level. I don't think about any of that during an appt of course, all I think of at that time is FUN! But the lessons have stayed with me. I am no longer intimidated by beautiful women as I used to be. I go right up and ask them out. I've been shot down a few times, but I've had more success than failures. Today should be a fun day, and hopefully I can make a better impression than a certain wookie I know! 
4/20 Get your motor runnin
After those blogs about movies, I started thinking of Easy Rider, and how I'd never managed to fulfill a lifelong quest. I had always planned to ride a motorcycle(preferably Harley or Indian) from Chicago to Santa Monica via old Route 66. For many years I have combed through ads looking at old Electra Glides and Indian Scouts, looking for just the right bike. Sometimes I would find the bike, but not the money to buy the bike. When I had the money, I never saw the right bike. Life is like that...for me anyway. These days in particular, the dream is vivid and the bike runs strong. I sure wish I had been able to accomplish that goal earlier as I'm pretty sure the nerve damage I have, will prevent me from ever being fit enough to ride that distance. Friends and family both, have discouraged me from buying another bike, I'm sure due to my health. It's like another dream dies. Slowly, as we go along, many dreams die because they are not realized. Finally comes a point where all those dreams are gone, and even all the money in the world would not make you happy. I'm not to that point yet, but I'm pretty damn close. What is it like to live life without dreams? I'm not sure I ever want to find out. Born To Be Wild 
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