Sunday, March 25, 2007

Jer 48:2

Before I get back to the regular scheduled program, a bit of a commercial. A matter of hours ago, I was laying on my back on a slab of rock, hot from a hike. I could feel the earth drain the heat of my body as I looked into a sky framed by iron red cliffs. Next to me I watched my kids build a damn in a small babbling creek with their dad.

It’s a mystery how all those drug companies pumping inordinate amounts of anti-depressants into Utah compete with Moab.

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