Since no one's read this i guess i am writing to myself, but hey that's part of what this is about anyway, huh? Two thousand miles in less than a month all for work and not that bad at all. i've seen south florida again and the gulf coast for the first time. Florida is beautiful. One of God's gifts to our blessed country. The coast was nice too. The ocean laps softer there, and the place is still being rebuilt three years after the hurricane. The people were all nice and soft tempered, but you could see that they had been through much. I couldn't speak much to them; not a socialite at all anymore. But there is alot to do there. More work, rebuilding. I'm not into casinos, but there were plenty of bright lights and flashing signs for those who are into that sort of thing. A lot dissapointed in myself because I let my dad down. We never do things anymore. The stress of work made it tough, but even the one night when we could get out together, I was hardly there. So much of my life is a mystery to me, sometimes I wonder if I will ever learn to love again. There is an ache that is so hard to ease in me. So little of what I do seems to have significance in life. That is the old enemy of self pushing me around, and the wheel keeps on turning. The stars come out, and God, I am thankful to be free. For all our complaining (and there are plenty of real things to complain about,) we live in the best country on our planet, and should be thankful for that.