So it goes...
2/13/2004 2:51 PM
Some more rough drafts I found lying about...

Part of my London travelogue...

Listen! I know what I'm doing.

The dawn rudely busts through my sleepy and weary eyes. But it doesn't take long to hit the ground running. Today is the day I have been waiting for after 3 years of waiting. The British Museum. I tried going last time I was here and 15 minutes into it...sirens, evacuation, pub, drown my loss at getting to see one of the best museums in the world. When you're there and you look around you think. "Wow..they stole alot of good stuff". Joking the next thing you notice to be a piece of classical sculpture I think a prerequisite is that you have to be missing an appendage...it's ussually an arm or head in the most drastic of cases its the penis. I talked with my dad for awhile about this recreating scenes of barbarians carrying out the statue..."Now whatch the arm its sticking out!" ...."I am! I am! Listen I got myself here from Cronwall I ca certainly carry a statue out of a palac--oops!" CRACK!...there goes the penis. Either that or I picture them running willy nilly down the marble hallways knocking the pieces all about. Sad really...but yet I could easily see my self doing it a few thousand years ago...and why not. It wasn't old yet....you just crossed a contient to fight in a battle that it was 90% assured you'd be killed in. You've got quite a bit of stress. Why not lay into a statue or 2 I'm not saying it was right but I can understand. But I digress. My father, father in law and I all set out. The good thing about travelling with them is that I could lead them into the gates of hell and they'll follow.

"Jared? Is that a pit of souls"
"No no...Its the Globe Theater where Shakesphere had his plays"
"Oh....okay! Can we go?"

Its good when time is tight because neither of them ever seize an opportunity to lead or make a decision. I would still be in London if I waited for an answer of "Where do you want to eat?" Sheep they may be but once this shepherd says "move" they do. We emerge from the tube stop and I'm trying to get my bearings. Thats the rough part about looking at a map in London the tube stops take up a block and you could be facing one of 8 different directions. I've found it helpful to take a minute and look around and get and idea of where you are facing. Theres a life lesson in there somewhere.