Not much here, but any story is better than none...

I got on my morning ferry, looking for that seat to nap upon, and under the seat across from me was a five dollar bill, the new Lincoln in colors and tricks. I pick it up and wonder at my luck, I need half a million or so, but five dollars is a start. Where did it come from? The last trip from the island brought most of the third shift off and the students, those kids that live on the island and commute to school by ferry. Since adults use wallets or money clips I go with the thought that it is some kid's lunch money and got lost along the way. I give it to the Security Chief on my way off the ferry, tell him where it was found and what I thought. I don't need five dollars, I can actually carry cash for days now so I will wait on that mythical Lotto win of MILLIONS, and hope the kid got to eat somehow.

Aside from thinking that I am dying from electronic entertainment I really don't like watching entertainment and then having to wait for the next piece of action after four to eight commercials, that is really wasting my time. Since my wife is at a Revival I will put the Blues on and read "The Chronicles of Malus Darkblade" volume one, by Dan Abnett & Mike Lee. I will be out for a bit, somewhere else where everything is falling apart, and Assault Swords are probably illegal, never mind magical. I think too often that we (the People) keep waiting on that Hero and Leader that is going to solve our problems - but Sam Adams and John Hancock weren't the folks that fought the British all the way back to Boston, they were politicians - they needed the fathers, the farmers, the craftsmen, the men without title nor honors - just steady, brave and true and they needed a lot of them. And they came forth, the real heroes are legion, the political celebrities are noted... and thanked by History.