Time is shooting by

Two young guys came lumbering down the street in their football jerseys.  Those same two guys used to come down the street as little guys on bikes.  Time has passed so quickly and they are grown up and huge. Where did the time go?  At 71 years old my brain does not get it.  My body has grown old around me.  It is like a time bomb has hit.  Age is ripening everyone Kadizzle knows.  We are crumbling like those old farmsteads.  Trees Kadizzle planted are eighty feet tall, everything is worn down, the paint has faded.  The body is rusted, old, creeking, and squeaking.  The eyes strain, the brain strains,  and the atoms slow down. We tell the same stories over and over.  Grass grows between our toes, and on it goes.  The big transition is around the corner.  Soon we will become star dust once more.  Winky will have Kadizzle baked until all the atoms are free to once more go into the universe as energy.  Ain't that much energy in the atoms now.  

Here we go.  It is almost seven and we head to Missoula, Montana to get our new camper.  A long drive that will take two days.  With our new truck we are not supposed to drive over fifty miles per hour for the first five hundred miles.  That will be fun plugging up the interstate.  More coffee, and everyone be good. This is the time to fight as hard as you can to defeat the evil of the Republican party and Donald Trump.  It looks like some Republicans are sprouting testicles and standing up to the con man.  Our future is at stake and those who do nothing will be held responsible.