The Weight, The Band


Ladies, Gentlemen, Readers,

One must look for the good in all things. If nothing else it will humanize any situation, any person, disabuse you of any black and white “good or evil” thoughts.
In this spirit I must make a heartfelt observation: it is incredibly good to be caught up. To have no work unfinished or ignored through lack of time or energy. People, it’s amazing.
It’s not fully hit home yet, I’m only very slowly adjusting to the change of pace but I’m starting to regain the metaphorical feeling back in the tips of my metaphorical fingers!

Childhood Hero

Yuri Gagarin was a childhood hero of mine, the first human in space and a mysterious figure from behind the iron curtain.

In the 70s, without today’s instant fingertip access to all the world’s knowledge, it was impossible for an eight-year-old in Northern Ireland to discover anything more about Gagarin other than that he existed, that he orbited the earth in 1961 and that he had a few years of international celebrity.

I lost sight of my space addiction, and never since thought to learn more about it so I’m pleased, pleasantly surprised and saddened to read this article marking the 50th anniversary of the original human in space.