Steve's Blog Part "Stream of Consciousness"

Every once in a while it is fun just to do a story right off of ze cuff. So here goes.

One day a man is walking along and suddenly he sees something out of the corner of his eye. He looks, but he is confused about what he sees. He goes into a state of shock, and it is only through the grace of some neon lights in the distance that he regains his mojo. He picks up his cell phone and dials one of his closest confidants, a man with whom he has had many adventures. A man so fine they can't even call him Crackerjack, for fear of fear itself. A man so chock full of goodness he could be a candy bar. A man with a plan so fierce he could be a tiger, the kind you would see on Safari or something.

Ok, it is time to take a break from our story to put in some fishies for dinner tomorrow. I'll be back in a minute. Ok, I'm back. I set my alarm for precisely 10:54 PM. We'll see if I finish this blog before the fishies are done. And now back to the story.

What these men didn't know was that far across the desert plains, in that place that has a lot of deserts, another man was thinking about something that could change the force of history. But unfortunately, this narrator was not privy to that information. We tried to talk the man into telling us, but he wouldn't budge. So, just to spite him, he is cut out of this story.

Let that be a lesson to all of you. Give it up for the narrator, or out of the story you go. Anyway, where were we. Oh yeah, it was now 3 in the afternoon, much later than it had been before. This is significant only insofar as that time was still a factor in this equation. If time had stopped, it would be a completely different story altogether.

By now, some of you will quit reading the blog after this sentence. For those who wish to continue, here's more of the story.

Sally, a person about whom we have not heard yet in this story, could in fact be the story's most important person, because it is she alone who knows 150 gifts to get any woman that will be a surefire bet. She also knows how to get the best pair of shoes at a great price. And she also knows that Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner--because she saw Dirty Dancing, back in the day.

Even more of you have now given up on this blog. For the two of you who still remain, here is the final chapter in the story.

Finally, all of the main characters would meet in a place that they wouldn't have expected to meet--a Mailboxes Etc. store. It was there that the briefcases were exchanged, as well as pleasantries, some recipes, as well as business cards. Some even exchanged phone numbers. Some even promised to check out each other's Facebook accounts. All went as planned, and everyone lived to see another day.

By now, surely everyone has tired of this blog and has moved on. So surely these last couple sentences are purely for my own enjoyment.

Steve, I've known you all my life. You make me laugh, you make me cry, but through it all, you've stood by--well, actually you've stood in the exact same spot as me, because you are me. What I'm trying to say is, Steve, I couldn't have done it without you. And don't you forget it.

Ooh, the fishies alarm just went off. Ok, ta ta for now.