Thoughts of the Wonder Wheel

The Wonder Wheel in Coney Island always scared the crap out of me due to the rocking motion of the cabin. Although my fear of height is great it does not compare to present day fears as thoughts of war languish in my head. I am at a loss. Unbelievable as it might seem, my trip to Brooklyn may actually be my escape from a supposedly civil country called Canada. Things like this do not happen in civil countries in 2006 right? Wrong. They do especially if you are Native American. I have been doing that which I believe is my job to do and that is to inform the uninformed by compiling incoming information. That being done, I struggle to grasp the fleeting moments of creativity only hoping that they will bounce back into the mass that lies within my cranium. Bouts of creativity do come and go and I attempt to express myself at every opportunity. Today I have been on an emotional roller coaster, however, the attendant is not present to stop the ride. It really is time to get off the Cyclone and onto the Wonder Wheel. Alas, I smell the ocean breeze and the hot dogs. They are there waiting. I only need go. - 4/22/06