Where We Come From

This is a picture of my dad, standing in front of the house he was born in. In fact, him and all his siblings were born there as I recall. Egypt, Georgia. The sticks. Obviously, in a Zen kinda way, I was born there too.

Here's some of the latest from your bobJuan:

if you can't be happy with the money you have
why would you want more?

all my troubles end as soon as i love everything exactly as it is

i get tired when i forget that nothing is happening to me

the drink moves wildly within it's own boundaries
-or-
the drink moves wildly within very tight limits.

we are all peeling the same onion.

And a little funny:

I ate an entire bag of one of the earliest bags of dorito chips ever made
not long afterwards i was into entire packages of oreo cookies
lately it's ruffles with ridges original or cheetos, face first
You never forget your first bag of chips
i don't think i even knew i was eating chips until the possibility of running out occurred to me
not long after that i heard the police cars
with cheetos, a napkin or a finger-lick is not enough. of all the non-foods, they're my favorites.

And from some real people now:

before you put on a frown, make absolutely sure there are no smiles available. - jim beggs

We must agree on what matters: kissing in public places,
bacon sandwiches, disagreement, cutting-edge fusion,
literature, generosity, water, a more equitable distribution of
the world's resources, movies, music, freedom of thought,
beauty, love. - Salman Rushdie

Until next time. your bobJuan.