I've traveled down many of America's tree-lined highways...
like concrete canals that bend and twist and roll on and on into the distance. Into the distance I go. The distance that is as close and as far as cyber space--claiming my own little speck in the unseen world. Back to earth--and my mountains of paper stacked in chaos. By now I help to keep America's highways beautiful by writing and sketching in the air-- saving a lot of trees from falling down to the bliss and misery of my rants, and ramblings, and lines--of art. Don't know where the road will take me, but I just keep moving ahead. One sketch, one write, one blog at a time. Travel with me as I go-- into the distance. May your spirit be lifted as you ride along.
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