A college of where are we this Memorial Day. How’s everybody doing? Let’s just sit back and take stock. I’ll be sad anyway on Memorial Day. All the plans that I made have all withered away and turned into light. No one here knows anything about me. I’ll be sad anyway on Memorial Day. All the choices I made turned my friends into strangers and turned into light. No one here knows anything about me. I’ll be sad anyway on Memorial Day.

I was honored, privileged, and humbled to attend the Communities Over Highways summit in Minneapolis/St. Paul last week. Thank you to Our Streets and America Walks for the opportunity. I left inspired, resolute, and quite overwhelmed at the immensity of the task before us. And just today the House of Representatives moved to rescind $3 billion for reconnecting communities divided by highways from the Biden administration's infrastructure bill. The work continues. Resist.

As the train rolls by like our conscious lives. I can kinda swallow and breathe again and Ibuprofen is starting to put a dent in it. Even the Daily show says they made Covid in a Chinese lab now. Joe Rogan was right all along? I don’t mean to hop on a trend. I don’t need to see Adam Duritz stirring up a glaze in a bowl and talking about it. The ravages of time. You’re looking at something that does not exist anymore. It’s not there. It’s gone. A conscious social break slash detox. Everything that’s old has become new again. The human experience is a quite diverse quilt of sparkling madness and sadness. President Trump is back and the golden age of America has most definitely begun. We gotta stay and fight for it. The storms of outrage and fury and anger blow right by. Rosie O’Donnell is a coward.