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Windy's back! Hooray!


On my way to work yesterday morning, I saw a lady in her car (on her way to work herself perhaps) in tears. Her eyes were all puffy, her nose was red, and I could see her sobbing. I felt so bad for her; I wanted to ride over to her and ask her what was wrong, offer to buy her a cup of coffee, or at least get her to pull over for a moment and calm down. I wanted to put my arms around her, comfort her, tell her everything was going to be all right. Though this woman looked older than me, I felt very maternal towards her and I thought of this poem by Maya Angelou:

"Come. And Be My Baby

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass
And you sit wondering
where you're going to turn
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.

Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
what you're gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby."


It's birthday month! Oh, goody goody goody! For my birthday month I want to hang out and make mischief with old friends and new friends and treat everybody in the world to birthday month cake! I'd like to buy the world a coke! Happy birthday month!