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 Every once in a while I sit back and think about where I am and how I got there. I think of a time where being free with your body must have been incredible, where men and women could co-exist without having to worry about whether their naked shells made others uncomfortable.
Just the idea that a couple of people are willing to hike all over ANYWHERE dressed in a back pack and a smile blows my mind. I have a hard time walking to the bathroom naked, much less wearing anything less than full garb.
 Do you remember when Oprah had credibility?
Sure, there was the era of the Peggy Bundys, with their coiffed up hair and their milk duds. But Oprah knew what she was doing back then. Now she’s too busy trying to get anyone on her show, she doesn’t care about whether there was truth to whatever.
Someone should come up with a time travel machine, so we can get those good times back.
 I know, I know. “There’s no such thing as time travel.”
Well how the fuck do you know, smartypants? Have you tried and failed?
You know the saying, time flies when you’re having fun. My first question: HOW?
How does a minute feel like “forever” one moment and like it never happened in the next? How about when you’re going somewhere? It takes a half hour to get there, but 10 minutes to get home. Why?
Perhaps we have more control over the concept of time than we think.
In a few months, my son will be two years old. Just yesterday he was born. And I feel like I can’t wait until forever to come so I can see him graduate college.
What if I miss one of those moments? Can’t I just go back in time and rake a second take?
I wish I was able to do that with my radio show this week. Despite the fact the server crashed, I was still able to salvage something from it with Ryan and Erica on the Skype. We had a couple of people listening, and I had a blast regardless.
So maybe some things we can leave as it is…
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