First of Firsts

I use to love to write. There was a time I got up early to write and stayed up late to write. I quit a few months back and I thought I would follow suit of a great blogger that I once had the privilege of knowing and try my hand at this.

I'm amazed at the random stuff people write about and find myself trying to find an interesting topic. I have to admit I am at a complete loss. Who in their right mind would want to follow a strangers random nothingness on a daily basis? I could see if the person was funny, or had an agenda. I just don't.

So, in the ways of the past I will pick a subject and write regardless of the nothingness. I will start small and weak and hopefully one day live back up to what I once was.

Curb Side Seats to the Crow Show

Yes, I said Crow Show!!! Parking our butts in front of my house at the desperate age of 15 my best friend and I would watch crows as they swooped down in a fury of black to stare at us as if we were prey. Little did we know being watched by bully crows was going to be some of the best memories of growing up. "The Crow Show" would become a regular phenomenon as we would sit patiently on the curb waiting for ANYTHING to happen in our simple lives. Looking back at the two of us watching the crow show and waiting for ANYTHING to happen makes me long for that time again. If I had known what laid ahead I may have tried to take that "Crow Show" on the road.