So here we go.

Morne rouge, grenada

This is where I begin. I'd be lying if I said I knew where things were headed with this site. (I have a long history of half-realized undertakings.) I only know that I'm feeling the need, really feeling the need, for things to be headed somewhere. 

It's late July, and I'm finding myself with tanlines. Not the low-slung-shorts, bright-white-ass kind of tanlines. Not sandal-straps-on-your-feet tanlines. Not these. No.

Sadly, I'm talking about a full-blown farmer's tan. 

I have not been farming. 

I acquired this farmer's tan while attending functions and running errands and walking the distance from the parking lot to my desk and back. I've acquired this farmer's tan while letting the summer slip by. Again.

And so, goddamn it, here we go. This site is an attempt to remind myself of the things that I love. To remind myself that the clock is ticking and the sun is shining and how I respond to those realities is entirely up to me. 

If you need me, you know where I'll be. The cooler's full. Stop by any time.

Bring limes if ya got 'em.