Earlier today my boyfriend was arrested for driving while unlicensed and no tail light. The initial call seemed wierd because we had his license renewed April 24th, and as far as the light both lights are working. Let me tell you the story. He was at the the traffic light in heavy traffic, the light turned green and the officer turned on his lights, he pulled over. The officer stated he pulled him over for a tail light being out. He asked for his license. the officer then stated that a beige Chrysler...

there's a certain sadness that come's from with in .. no matter how much you pretend or smile , its there waiting ... you try to hide it ..as if its not really there but it is ... your friends start to notice little things ... you put on a great show and smile face of course .. but on the inside your screaming to be left alone .. your pains deep , you may be able to hide it but theres ... ** Sadness With in *** ....you put on a great show for all the world but once alone the tears fall like rain...

thoughts of you fill my pretty lil head ..its all i can do to fill in my time .. such sweet moments filled with such deep feelings of desires .. you take me places only others wish they could .. and how i dream of lazy days filled with you in them ..i am lost with out you , do i dare to dream of wanting more ..i am greedy with our time ..i am so lost with out it ..i want to hug you, whisper sweet nothings in your ears and softly kiss your neck feel your heat rise as i place my hands on your chest...

(1) "Jesse James was my neighbor" by Homer Croy

Checked out December 2008, returned January 2009

A biographical narrative of Jesse James written by Kearney, Missouri native Homer Croy, who grew up near the James family farm.

It details the complex character of Jesse James, a man who many times killed in cold blood, yet as a teen risked his own life by preventing a White mob from lynching a Black boy who got into a fight with a wealthy store owners...

Or something like that. At least that is what Tom Wolfe wrote a few years back.
I suppose that is true. But I have done just that more than once.
The first time I came home again was Fall 1982. I had been laid off that Spring from what would soon become one more steel mill to die a premature death in the 1980s throughout the country.
That summer I was bicycling cross-country--5000 miles from ocean to ocean in just over 3 months. When I returned home I filled with hope and anticipation...