DISAPROVAL HERO!

It is by Kamaroh's mind, tweaking a play on the old thumbs up or thumbs down signal: a working maverick, screwball, mouthball, and campassionate parent--all windows being open at the same time. I have a notion that in order to survive without shedding any of the trappings a man picks off the floor of his personality drawer when he gets up in the morning, and then puts back on without re-laundering, that he must have inside, at least by visualization as a manfiestation of self, a length of wire cable--mine being twisted and frayed in spots--in order to adhere to his hold on survival by defendance mode; despite the opinions of his relatives and other folks he cares about.

THE GREETER!

The first thing I saw outside my window when I woke up this morning is a huge camphor tree on the corner and green hills in the background and I am so grateful that I am alive in Muirsville, California today. The tree's presence relaxes and comforts me. Sometimes the sun presents its drowsy self through the puzzle of its branches thus bringing me nicely into the day. There is a dichotomy between my internal unrest and the search for relief from it that my soul demands, which meld themselves these mornings for me in Muirsville by the camphor tree's presence---