Rosenbush Café

I have adopted the nine lives of my feline companions (four escapes from death since 2009). I have not been blogging much since April 27th – fortunately, hand written journals continue unabated – numerous repairs at the homestead took precedence over profound and inspiring moments; however, life has been anything but hushed or monotonous and I will detail some startling personal epiphanies I preferred to ignore until it was too conspicuous that I was blessed that late Wednesday afternoon.

As I watched, in abject terror, 47 seconds of destruction face-to-face the incongruity of Mother Nature’s wrath and discriminatory paths of 250 miles per hour funnels of rotating madness with a perspective few live to share.

Till then, here are two of the hundreds of photos from across Amer’s mid-section. My favorite state? Choices: Alabama, Mississippi, a corner of Tennessee, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas (take seriously the 65 speed limit at night – 70 during the day; wtf? – and beware of shiny gas covers when your vehicle is otherwise dull), New Mexico (and thanks to Bugs Bunny I took the left turn in Albuquerque), Arizona and Nevada (lots of desert acreage for sale). For a few dollars more I would have driven to Marina Del Rey to get my feet wet but that is another trek; another life.

To quote the possibly late, but always dark-humored and sardonic, sarcastic, caustic Bud Acheson, “why don’t you drive to the west coast plus six miles beyond?”)

Guess the gated communities in Seven Hills will suffice instead, Bud. If you are alive…write me you bastardo magnifico.