I am usually competitive in my racquetball league, however I lost decisively last night. Two games and out. I played a very skilled racquetball player last night. I ran all over the court scrapping for every point I could earn.

And I went home, sweat stained and tired in all the right places. I went home happy.

I am not as good as I used to be.

But I cherish it more,


A stanza from the The CowBoy Junkies

No sense wasting the time you got,
You got to walk down every road
No sense pretending that you’re what you’re not,
When you got to shoulder every load

Oh to grow old together

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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