Break Brake Break.


It’s official. My break has begun, and I am so thankful. Its time to just stop. Breath. Read books for pleasure, and spend the week with friends. yes. Thank-you C.C. for searching for land in another place other than Europe.

pilgrims

If anyone has every heard of the Clarks, you would probably recognize Born too Late (one of their best songs), but this song makes me think of Christopher Columbus when I hear it.

Lyrics: Born too Late, by the Clarks

Vincent will you teach me how to paint
Teresa will I ever be a saint
John I really think your songs are great
I was born too late

William will you teach me how to write
Cassius will you show me how to fight
Thomas A. I think I see the light
I was born tonight

I’ve had a hard time leaving this town
I’ve been losing everything that I’ve found
I’m gonna search the sky, kiss the ground
Build it up and tear it back down

I’ve had a hard time leaving this place
I’ve been counting all the lines on my face
I’m gonna curse the sky, hit the ground
What goes up comes tumbling down

Jimi show me how you play that thing
Elvis will I ever be a king
and Jerry all the joy and love you bring
I was born to sing

Martin Luther King show me the way
Jesus Buddha teach me how to pray
Christopher I think I see the bay
I was born today

Good stuff. So, I should probably get the rest of my stuff packed up and finish the dishes because I can’t leave dirty dishes in the sink all week and God knows my roomate will not touch them. 

Peace out Cubscout

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