Ramblings, Incoherent Thought and Family

I know we're in an oil hurt right now...I KNOW it's not a great thing...but BP SCREWED up...and we're paying for it. I'm sorry to say this...but our environmental president isn't doing his job. I realize that I'm gonna anger BOTH republicans and democrats here (one by saying that a business investment should take a back seat to an environmental catastrophe like this, and the dems by saying Almighty Obama should have shut this down long ago)...but frankly we've given BP three weeks to clean up their mess. At some point when you're a kid...and your Mom insists you clean your room but you don't...and the smell starts wafting down the hall...and the bugs arrive to say hello and start seeking more filth in other rooms...eventually your Mom goes in (begrudgingly) and begins to clean up your mess. I don't know about you...but in those cases...when my Mom did that she would pick things I enjoyed but weren't necessary to 'throw out'...saying ...

Dear Will (Or whatever you're calling yourself these days); I'm writing this after writing a posthumous letter to myself 20 years ago...in anticipation of yet another letter I can write to myself in ten years addressing THIS one...it's like a virtual time capsule. Go with it. Anyway...I hope that this letter finds you well. I'm writing really to give you an idea and perspective on your life and where it's been since I have little doubt you'll be full bore into your (probably third) mid-life crisis. :) It's my hope that ministry has taken the place of everything else in your life as far as career and professional goals. Looking back from this point I can see where God has used the pain I endured to prepare me for that life. I'm hoping that I don't do something ridiculously stupid to screw it up for you. If you are in ministry...then I hope your heart is still strong. If not...then stop. Look around you and realize your life's work has TRULY begun....

I found an old book of poems I started back in HIGH SCHOOL. A lot of it is super-emo stuff...but it gives a good idea as to what was on my heart and mind back then...the below is the letter I would write to myself back then were he able to read it...I'm writing to myself at the age of 16 on May 7, 1990. I'm a sophomore in High School.: Dear Billy; By the time this is written...you'll have been gone for some time. I don't know when or how you went...but it was a slow and painful process. Sorry about that. Some say it might have started that first January day you stepped onto Oswego's campus...for others it was when you shared that first kiss with your first REAL love. For some they'll say it's when you had your first taste of a Sam Adam's Boston Lager. I think though...your demise started on a cold winter's night in Oswego. The fact is though...you're gone now...and I have been tasked with succeeding you. My name is Will...and I guess I came into ...