Greetings from i91 south. Just about to cross the massachusetts / Connecticut border. Max, Dave’s and I are driving down to the boat , then I’m off tomorrow morning to points south. It’s been so great having max and his friends around this weekend… And it’s a rare treat to have this time it he car with him .. He’s driving which makes typing a little easier :-).
The one incident that has made this trip a little unusual is… (should I admit this ?) ok.. So, we ran out of gas… No good excuse.. Max was driving.. I didn’t think to fill up the car, nor did Max, nor did Dave… We were in the middle of no where on I 91 near Pitney vt… About 5 miles either way to an exit. I wasn’t really in a good position to get mad .. I did the same thing last year when driving between NY and Boston. We had a good hour to stew about our mistake until John from progressive showed up.. (thank you John)


So.. Why would I publicly admit such a boneheaded collective mistake ? I’m wondering that myself… I think this is a public apology for all the folks that I inconvenience with my lateness and forgetfulness . This time it was just us that were inconvenienced . I’m better thn I used to be, but it still happens.. Each time it does, I beat myself up and swear not to do it again..then I screw up again.. Maybe I/we don’t beat myself/ourselves up enough ? Anyway.. That’s been the topic of conversation on this drive.. We’re still feeling stupid

Anyway.. Back to the drive..
Nite all, nite Sam

Woke today to an empty tank of gas.. .. automotively and personally. Step 1 was to get gas in the car.. I coasted into the gas station just as the (very accurate) gas gauge dripped to zero…

I gassed up the car.. and then set about thinking about how to do the same to myself …..  I’m still thinking.. I need to to get back to the place of coming from love and fun.. it’s tough to do that now.. I tool several moments through the day to stop and breathe and stare out my window at work..

I did one thing today to restore my soul.. (pun.. sorry). I ran out in what would have been my lunch break and bought a new pair of shoes.   I go through them so fast.. just like cameras.. I want to find some way to honor this old pair of shoes.. their not much more than 6 months old, but they are beat.. I bought these in July when I was going to eat dinner with Al Gore in Las Vegas. .. .. Since then, these shoes have been in eight countires, h. have served as snowshoes, slippers, bathing sandals. I should be a spokesman for Rockport…

What should I do wit these old guys  ? Any suggestions..  What to do with an old soul..

OK.. I gotta go..

gnite all. gnite sam


ps. Welcome back  Airman Cafferky !