Greasin' Those Wheels
This time-change is bugging me. Everything is the same, but by general agreement it is an hour later than it used to be. It takes a little time to acclimatize myself to being in another day -- I can hardly afford an extra hour for that process to take place.

In other news: Guess who was in Albuquerque the other day: Laura Bush. That is a teeny-tiny coincidence of geography from where I stand -- as she and I were born in the same city, Midland Texas (1958 for me). I remember my birth, believe it or not. At least I remember the memory of it. As a toddler I had an odd recollection of being in a very clean, well-lit environment. I was high above the floor being passed around by giant people. The hand of the doctor was almost as big as me. I remember thinking about that and sort of wondering if it would happen again and what it was. The memory was lost and recovered almost a half a century later during meditation.

We were all in Midland together for a while I suppose. By "we" I mean my family and Laura's family and I guess the Bush family was there. My family lived on the other side of the "draw" which was some kind of concrete channel that runs through Sharbauer Drive. According to tradition, on the other side of the draw lived the "Oil Men." My brother was older so he used to cross the draw to play baseball with the Oil Men's kids. He was what you called one of them "Draw Rats." He swears he crossed paths with the young George a time or two.

There was a concentration of wealth there. It was said that there was the highest number of millionaires per capita of any place on Earth at the time. That wealth would allow one of their number to rise to the very tippity-top-top of management. He pretty much gets to run the whole show now.

My family moved away to Southern California. I grew up there from about age five onward. I don't run anything except my own existence.