Just finished another 7 mile running tour of Dreamland.  Brilliant sunshine and summer-like heat.  Although there was a 911 memorial entailing high pomp and extensive regalia occurring simultaneously at Pres. Garfield’s monument nearby, I felt strangely apart from all of it and ran as if alone in the desert on a never-ending highway. 

And why shouldn’t I?  There is this never-ending highway, you see.  I catch a glimpse of it from time to time.  Normally, it’s traveled only by ethereal whispy-wayward sort of characters appearing from nowhere and vanishing over the horizon into never-again.  Well, I’ve decided, too, that I’m going to follow it unflinchingly someday never-endingly.  Just as Immortal as can be.