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The Quads Prayer

Our skate gods who art in quads,
hallowed be thy name.
On smooth surface, thy shall skate,
on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily skate
and forgive us our wheel bumps,
as we forgive those who bump wheels against us.
And lead us not into pebbles,
but deliver us from road rash.
For thine is the park, the rink, and the track,
forever.

Amen

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 “The most heroic word in all languages is revolution.” — Eugene V. Debs.

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A boy and his dog.

I was at the store the other day, buying a bottle of wine. It seems like they ask for your ID everywhere you go around here, which makes sense for a college town. I was prepared. I had my ID in hand, at the ready. The young clerk looked at me when I handed it to him and he said, “You don’t look THAT young.” Ouch.

So, I realized something when I was hanging out with my new, younger friends yesterday. (Woot, woot! I have friends! By the way, I went to a drag show in Arcata on Friday.) Anyway, we were walking through the redwood forest and they started making all these references to things I didn’t get. Movies I’ve never seen and only  knew as something younger kids watched. Music I’ve never heard, which sounded strange and foreign to me. They had connections to each other that I couldn’t comprehend because I wasn’t “there”, so to speak.

That’s it, Millennials. The next generation has arrived. Your time is nigh. It’s a good thing. I promise.

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