Living Life In Mercury Retrograde
F orty-one years after showing up, our universe continues to astound me. (It might be longer if you want to consider past lives- a completely different story for another time.) The previous week is a fine example of the ongoing astonishment. Wednesday evening I was heading north on I-79 in Pennsylvania, back to our remote yard just due west of Pittsburgh. In the final hour of that drive, my thoughts began to wonder. I was thinking about a chapter of my book, “Lessons From The Road” that I have been working on. I wondered if it was a necessary chapter. Should I bother to include it? It involves a girl from my distant past, when I was around the ages of 14-15. She was the first girl to break my heart. I see no point in writing the chapter here, but I will say that my thoughts turned to her and our time together. Not many people, not even my wife, know much of that story. I cannot remember her name after all of these years, but I can still remember how she made me feel- a state...