Farm

We're down on the farm for Memorial Day weekend, and as often happens here, my mind wanders a bit too much for actual cogent editing and thought. Maybe later today I can sit and try to hash out some stuff in a meaningful narrative. For now, quickness:

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A blasted Facebook meme (of all things) inspired this post, as it reminded me of the butterfly effect. The concept that is, not the lame Ashton vehicle I steadfastly refused to see. Lame Hollywood dramas aside, If you're not familiar with the butterfly effect, it goes something like this:

- Somewhere over this spinning marble of ours, a fragile butterfly (pick your favorite!) flaps its wings vigorously in a futile battle against the natural elements that conspire against it...

When I met my eventual wife back in 1996, she made sure to point out that she came from a "car household": her father had once made a living restoring 29-thru-31 Model A's and 64-67 Mustangs. It's a long story as to why that was former history at the time (to be posted here in the future), but I digress.