Long Time Coming

Bros,
I must appologize for my extended absence. I was once the most prolific contributor to this blog but it has been several months, I know, since I last checked in here. I'm sorry. Life with a baby, life with a job, life with a wife, life with a mother in law, life with dead beat friends, life with dodgeball aspirations, life with college class, life with dreams of becoming a real novelist, and life with my neurosis' have kept me alway much longer than I intended. Intend? Wrong word, never did I ever INTEND to take a break from the Tin Can Spi. It was purely accidental. I'm sorry.

Anchorage, AlAskA. Year 2007. The city smells again of wet socks and burnt hair and any number of creative things to which a person can relate the smell of an army of homeless men. I say it smells of what’s proper for the area: A fart in the shower, and I’m breathing deeply.

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,244564,00.html

This kid is really something else. They could make a movie out of his life in the last week.

Caleb is home with his Grandmother, Kathi. ZZ is working at Village Inn. I am putting in eight volunteer hours at the Atwood Military Lounge at the airport. Do you guys remember the old one? The whole airport has been remodeled and the lounge is brand new. It's super nice. I was working on Highway 9 and after typing abuot 3,000 words, I was like, I'm gonna drop into the Tin Can and say Hi.

“This is the disembodied voice of Mungo.” The same is true in the Spanish-speaking world, where a proverb runs ‘En martes, ni te cases ni te embarques’ (On Tuesday, neither get married nor begin a journey). Speak of Crossword Puzzle phenomena covertly occupying the caffeine user’s psyche as an armed force. Sty: a place of bestial debauchery. The Brazilian winces every time he sees the opened hood of a broke-down car, imagining it to be the rotten nail of his big toe, ‘uping’ itself from its ‘root.’

How are you all? I sent Mikey a long e-mail from work da utter day but I've been off work since then so I don't know if he's/you've written back.

And then it happened,
And then it happened,
Peace and Love,
Mungo