Blind Guides Need Not be Trusted...Trust Solar Power

After conferring with my confidante/nightwatchman/trail guide, Manny Toothjeans, I have decided to slap another slice of digital pie on this here screen of yours and yours and mine. Fatigue is still bearing heavy on my mind and spirit, so Liza Minelli and Pat Sajak will just have to take a raincheck on our long-planned gem-and-crystal swap. I returned from perhaps the most couple of days I've spent with complete strangers/new friends (His Blood Warriors, the motorcycle ministry I've been covering) in Cherokee, N.C., a picturesque and incredibly tolerant city to put up with "titties," Vince Neil and 10,000 bikers in a couple of days. I'm working on a 3,000 word recounting of my time with them, which feels too short to give it justice, but I'll do my best.

If you need to contact me, keep on sending souvenirs and knicknacks to the above address or wheatleythomas (at) yahoo (dot) com. Robots are lurking, hungry for data. In the meantime, I'm trying to piece together a more tangible means of viewing my photos. If you have an idea, please tell me. Other than that, I'm battling demons for the time being.

Send turkey bacon and Fanta. And in keeping with what I wrote up there, trust solar power.