Del's Chair

This is my father-in-law's
chair, and him too. I us-
ually don't sit in his
chair, though he would-
n't complain, in fact, he
said he'd be honored.

Don't call me Dad...

In college.

Don't

call 

me 

Dad...

I'll 

cry.

Bye bye love...

Saying goodbye over & over
again — not only to people
but to things.

Bye
bye
love,
bye
bye
happiness,
hello lonli-
ness. Think
I
am
go
-ing
2 die.

Click here to see the real song.

Hula Hoops at the Circus

The beautiful woman at the circus
hula hooped so many hoops I co-
uldn't co- unt them.
See here for more info on hula hooping.

Where am I going?

A long day looking
at my life, c'ing
where I've been and w-
here I might go.

? ? ? ? ?

How young I was...

Today we
sorted
through 50 years
of Art and un-
derstood EW
(Edward Weston)
saying, "How you-
ng
I
was."

Who Am I?

The third question was, "Who am I?" But a world full of me has its problems.

This was the hardest of the Buddha's questions. I kept wanting to say, "me, dummy," but it didn't work. It made sense. No gender issues. No sentient being issues. But everyone can't be "me." So then I thought I was "it." Then, watching people at the airport and seeing how they are joined by the blackness, I realized that there aren't many its, but only one. So "IT" is in caps. That's who I am — part and parcel of IT (the connection of all things).