WHAT THIS PLACE NEEDS IS A CASINO

Yosemite. Tomorrow. All packed. Even the kitchen sink has been loaded and is somewhere in the RV. Judging by the load it looks as if we're staying for two months. My motto: If one of any given item is good then 5 more are better.

I won't go deep tonight. It is after nine and I'm tired. No waxing nostalgic. No soapbox treatise.

No philosophy discourse tonight on: Why is there air? Who knows? Who cares? Let's breathe it and get on with life.

I could write about the memorial service I attended this afternoon. I could write about the friends from Apple Town who came to visit. Not tonight.

There's nothing left. Nothing to give. But nothing a few snoozes can't cure. Yes, Old Bob is pooped out . . . but he's not pooped on.

Feast your eyes on the beauty of Mother Nature. I'll be wallowing in her bosom tomorrow.

The only thing missing is a casino.

There will be pictures. Without the casino.