Wind, Rain and Snow

The winds pounded the boat and the sails rip and the mast snapped with a hugh crash as it nearly misses a human doorstop. And then calm. 28 hours where nothing happened. Except. . . . . . . . in dreams.

The water is constant, and the beach is always there. The waves come in, the waves go out.

There is a chill in the air as I wack golf balls into the ocean. I think of Kramer from Seinfeld.

Then it's later and I'm video conferencing with my pal Steve W. from Cincy. He asks me to do a trick. I look around to see what's handy and spot my ball and cone. I do a short routine where the ball is placed under the cone and it rises and penetrates to the top. I rinse and repeat. Down and under and up through the top. Then I vanish the white pool ball and make him think it's inside the cone. I tell him he's right, the ball is under the cone, but it's a RED pool ball!!! For dessert I performed a beautiful little one ball suite to the whispering inspirations of Tony Slydini. Steve and I go way back. We attended the School for the Creative and Performing Arts. Steve is a lucky man, blessed with a beautiful loving wife, great kids, and a successful business working for himself.