Oh Ye Unfaithful Masses

So today I take a peek to see how many folks have taken a moment to read my mundane musings here at It Ain't Truth If It Doesn't Hurt.  On any given day between 60 and 150 people stop by and sit for a spell. In the last 24 hours....exactly two people have directed their browsers to this...my little piece of the cyber-verse. How fickle are the whims of the masses. This is exactly the reason why we can't be trusted to elect our President directly. No fidelity...no follow through...no committment. If I had my way...after this little debacle...I would reinstate the property requirement for voting.

I spent the last week in New York and DC doing some work and visiting my pals...once again it was a fantastic trip spent with fantastic friends doing fantastic things on exactly .42 cents a day. Nothing like sitting in an upscale sushi bar in NoHo surrounded by all the most beautiful people sipping water in a martini glass with no ice in it to help enhance the illusion.

I was very excited about this trip to New York because I got to spend an afternoon with the Munkis. Seeing Ben in New York was kinda like seeing the Pope at a dive bar in Jersey. But Ben seemed to be adapting well...gone were his signature overalls that were so at home in Clara City, MN...replaced by couture jeans and a tight fitting DKNY sweater. Come to think of it...I'm not sure anymore if that was Ben I saw in Union Square...who the heck did I have coffee with...hmmmm.  I scooted down to DC and spent a couple of days/nights with my Non-Romantic Life Partner Jason...even though he spent most of the time ingoring me and making sweet love to a Yale fellowship application...I wouldn't have traded being ignored in person for being ignored at a distance for anything. Love ya JR.

I'm going through a whole range of crazy emotions right now as YouthAction enters its final hours...I may write more about that tomorrow...you'll have to stop back by and see...but for now...I must be off to make a deposit at the Porcelain Bank.