If Timmy was John Denver, then he would be Leaving on a Jet Plane. He would have also sung with the Muppets at Christmas time, fell in love with the Rocky Mountain area, and he would Thank God that he was a Country Boy. But Timmy is not John Denver, and I am not loosing my mind.















'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'To talk of many things: Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax - Of cabbages - and kings - and of course another trip to California. This year we elected to leave early (like 6:00 a.m. early) on December 26th. Being me, I neglected to pack before hand, choosing instead to pull an all nighter on Christmas day, goofing around rather than packing. I finally did pack, and when I was finished, it was about 4:30 in the a.m. I was supposed to be at the 'Tosa house by 5:45, so sleep was out of the question. So where could I go to pass an hour? George Webb's was the place to be, but they were closed. You hear that? Closed. I thought that place was always open. I was bummed. A hot cup of chili was just what the doctor ordered, but my insurance couldn't cover it. So I did the next best thing - I went to Walgreen's. I got a lot of disapproving looks, and was followed around the store (I don't blame them, I was wondering around for more than a half hour...) If you spend more than a half hour at a little store like Walgreens, then you either are crazy, or you got some serious sickness and buy tons of medicines. I finally bought something and left, and made it to the 'Tosa house by 5:45 a.m. And it was there my friend, that this adventure began. And this was odd, because it was the middle of the night.

California 2K3 - Day 1 (Page 1)

Early mornings affect people in different ways. My Papa Chester (pictured at left) wakes up every day at like 4:30 a.m., like before sunrise, so this was nothing to him. On the other hand, early mornings make Jenny and I go crazy, which is exactly what we are doing at the airport on this fine morn.

There's absolutely nothing wrong with a little product placement. You see it all the time in movies, magazines, television, and pretty much everywhere else. It's how struggling artists (like myself) can make a quick buck just by drinking a can of Mountain Dew's Amp Energy drink and telling everyone how good it was because they were given monetary compensation to do so.

I would like to thank Lewis Carroll (real name Charles Lutwidge Dodgson) for posthumously allowing me to "borrow" passages from his poem "The Walrus and the Carpenter". I am a fan of his work (a hookah smoking caterpillar? Genius!) so it was an honor to quote him so. I just wanted to give credit where credit is due. All passages in italics on this page are taken directly from said poem. Thank you Lewis (Charles), you've made a believer out of me. Now you can tell that Jabberwocky fella to leave me alone.