A Trapdoor In The Sun

I'm sitting in a terminal of Detroit International Airport. Terminal; that's a great term for something that you are going to fly out of, right? I am taking an impromptu trip to DC to see Rochelle. This was completely spur of the moment. Sometimes, it's the little unplanned things that make life so wonderful. While I'm in Virginia, I'll be walking in a CCFA event in Reston, something I really wanted to do ever since I heard about it.I will also meet one of Rochelle's kids, Hannah, for the first time. This is a big thing. JC has been hesitant to allow me to meet the kids. I suppose it's natural jealousy or something to that nature. That's okay. I'm not trying to take his place as a father. I'm only trying to be the rock in Rochelle's life that she needs. It will take time, but we will all get there, I believe. So now, I need to do some classwork. I'm writing an Op Ed Essay for English 111. A thesis. Ugh. I hate these types of assignment...

Back in the blogging glory years of the mid-2000's this was a lively, vibrant blog. I used this to bare my soul and flush all the shit out of my head that was sloshing around up there. I thought of it as Ex-Lax for the soul. With the social media advent of MySpace, and more recently FaceBook, this little blog was abandoned, although I get random comments from time to time about posts I remember very little of. It seems kind of sad when I think of these people visiting my vacant blog. I've decided to come back. For a while anyway. I need to clean things up. I need to vacuum and dust, maybe move some furniture around and let my fung shui flow. I've decided to write about a journey that I am taking soon. This journey I speak of will be the most important trek of my relatively young 40 years. While it is, in fact, a physical move; that is a change in latitude; it is also dependent entirely on a sea change in my attitude. Thankfully, I have already made strides to turn the tid...