MARCH MADNESS ENDS WITH A RARE MISS

Goodbye March, in my book you are the looniest moonth of them all. It’s rare I watch the NCAA tournament at home, at one point I had a streak of 10 or 11 consecutive “Madness” weekends in Las Vegas or Tahoe. It was tied in to my special day. But this year, wire to wire, I’m home working and tuning in the residential fear, anger and drive.

Beware, the Ides of March!

I get in that vehicle. That device. And I drive and drive for an invention. A gambling device that will cash out, a new Switch or a hug. Ambiguity is dripping from your mask, and it drips from your behavior, and it’s enough muck to know your beginning is of doubtful import.