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This should be the final goodbye. My last taste of America even if it’s only the salt spray and glaring waters of Miami.
After a paid vacation, 10 days in Port Houston getting to go home, the fun must end and I have to detach from civilization again. With a full load of cargo were bound for Saudi Arabia. This means transiting through pirate infested waters, but it will be good. A 12 man Navy boarding team will be joining us on this trip with 3 50cal machine guns and many personal weapons just in case those pirates decide to take a closer look. Should be an interesting site to see on their face. By the time we get there Ill be due for vacation and flying home. Until late May, this is me signing off.
Ah yes the 2nd Installment is in our possesion. Not too many of these flooding the streets.
Nixon has released the 2nd of 4 monthy installments of their Rubber Player. March was blue, which I totally snagged. April has been blessed with Red which is being picked up now.
Currently playing over the airwaves
Artist: Iron and Wine
Song: Upward Over the Mountain
Album: The Creek Drank the Cradle
Sitting on the edge of the dock, meet dangling to rest on the old tires below. Long after their use on land has expired, a second coming awaits them, suspended along do la to serve as mere cushions for ships. Worn and torn, their lives are long lasting over the side. Staring out along the ship channel, the sights and sounds of a bustling industry coincide with the liveneds of nature. Not a cloud in the sky, fading from blue to a soft brown along the horizon. What should be vibrant is tainted by the plume of pollution that encompasses this city. All alone, a jetliner scurries overhead leaving in it’s wake a ghost white chem trail, puffy at first but lasting only a matter of seconds. Onboard people are cramped, soMe are coMfy, some are sleeping, some are worried, some are apathetic to the world below, some can’t let it go, but together they zoom across the land thousands of feet below. Lower now, back into my realm the seagulls are screeching as they maneuver the air in search of food. They seem to make more racket than progress. Nature is going along it’s daily course of survival without regard for the waste around, as if it had any other option than to accept and move along. The water below is covered in trash. Run off from the city has littered this place of plastic, the human footprint of carelessness that shall remain long after all else dies. Across the river, smoke billows from the chemical plant, a friendly reminder of our desire to survive. Thisis the realityof life, surrounding all of us, yet gone unnoticed from a lack of patience. We nver seem to find the time to stop and look. Consider the day gone by. In these fifteen minutes, the world moved on without noticing me, but I noticed her.
-[AC]-
Feelings can break,
Tension takes it toll
Causing a change uncontrollable,
But the Spirit…
Spirit can not be broken.
Like a foundation fortifying over time,
The base has settled too deep to be easily disturbed.
When the base is that strong,
Only you can be the destroyer
Because there is enoUgh strength to hold through the storm.
Try to break a man’s spirit, but you can not take away his true happiness.
-[AC]-
