Something Light.

This blog needs something light! Something airy, mindless. It needs the textual equivilant of a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich. Speaking of which, why are they never called peanut butter and jam sandwhiches? Is that not allowed? I wish I was hungry so that I could engage the deliciousness that would be a peanut butter and jam sandwhich. I would eat it with a smile on my face and the world would smile with me, and for the 10 or 12 bites it might take me to eat it, all would be right in the world.

Did you know that in Melbourne, Australia they have trolley cars that circle the city and on which you can arrange to be served dinner? I would like to try that out. Not right now, mind you, and most likely not tomorrow. But possibly monday. Have I written this before?

I believe that no matter where I travel, end up or momentarily reside, I will always be a small town new england liberal. Not that I mind. There are certainly worse things.