Let me start by informing you I have case of chronic apathy. I am a known fence straddler. Never have I been able to succumb to being a firm believer in most anything. I lack the capability to deny or die for all the main courses of life. For once, I have finally caught my stride, thanks to the inspiration of a certain professor to get to know the crazy of Conway. Who knew an afternoon adventure with my Love would cement my belief in fate, soul mates, heroes and most of all make me optimistic for my days to come being old, crazy, and to my own beat.




In all honesty, this makes me feel a little exposed and (surprise surprise) I'm not quite sure how I feel about it.