you are a cowboy when you wear those boots

The Trentonian started showing up on my doorstep last week, so chalk one up for the 'world runs on trust' school.

There is a memorial website for Fantasy Farm. I couldn't believe it. My grandparents used to take my cousin Andy and I here in the very early 70s... it was a tiny independent 'farm-themed' amusement park for children. Seeing some of the pictures on the site stirs vague memories. I mainly recall Tom Sawyer's Cave, which was this yellowish fabricated cave you could walk through, that sometimes had cartoons playing against one wall. I also remember the ducks, and these carts that had chickens in them. I think the chickens would play piano if you put a nickel into a slot on the cart... something along those lines. We always felt bad for the performer chickens but, you know, it's a hard life for chickens everywhere you look.

It's quite warm here today, again.

anniversary (2 of 3)

A year ago today I arrived in New Jersey and unloaded the moving truck, and moved into this apartment. It feels to me like it was longer ago than that.

Not sure where I want to live next. If I think about it, it seems like I want to move back to some place where I have lived before: Austin, Chicago, or maybe Ft. Collins. Who knows though, who knows. Lately I've been thinking about moving to Indiana someday. But I imagine I'll just go where ever the next paycheck leads me. Hopefully that will be someplace nice.