I have spent my time on the "stream" this past week reading the postings on a number of blogs. I like to leave comments in the form of questions because I seem to discover the "behind the scenes" from everyone"s answers rather than what they volunteer in their writing.

I was touched by the posting of a lady calling herself Daisy, that told of her facing her personal dragon of an abusive husband. In answering a comment she revealed what I considered the present fear. That she was past the age that her dreams would come true.

So, this recollection of a personal experience is for her.

Two joints into a Friday afternoon, myself and two of Harley buddies grew a wild hair and we decided that we would leave Dallas, ride due north on nothing but two lane roads to the
Canadian border. Somewhere in Kansas we came upon an elderly gentleman (turned out to be 84) lying in the ditch beside the road with a brand new Harley on top of him that had him penned.

We stopped and helped him up and prepared ourselves for the ensuing story by sharing a joint with him. He then began to tell us that his son would be coming by soon so he wasn't overly concerned. As far as the new bike, he explained that his entire youth he wished for a Harley but his mother wouldn't let him have one. He returned from the war with the same wish for that Harley but the desire and love a young woman trumped his wishes again. No Harley.

He explained to us that she had been the love of his life for 60 years, but she died two days ago and yesterday he got his Harley. Wishes have a long shelf life. All you have to do is wish and be prepared for anything.