In celebration of ten years of blogging here at LTG, each week for the next 5251 50 49 48 47 46  45 44 43 weeks I will delve deep into the sewer archives of past posts to bring you a tidbit of blog history.  I had originally planned to call this series “The best of LTG”, but damn, there just wasn’t much “best” to be found.  And mediocre is too hard to spell.)

Three years ago I had the strangest dream that I wrote about in Here’s the story. What was weird about this dream was the vivid detail it encompassed and the fact that I actually remembered the damn thing long enough to put into words.

Re-reading that post last night revealed some connotations that seem relevant to current events.  At what point do we stop being responsible for the sins of our forefathers?  In my dream I paid a terrible price in reparation for the tragedy of slavery.  If the president is to be believed (and why shouldn’t we believe a serial liar?) the murderous bastards in the Middle East are no worse than the Christian crusaders way back in the dark ages.  Well, I’m not going there in this post, but if I can forgive the Romans for enslaving my Scottish ancestors, why can’t we all just find a way to get along?

Speaking of dreams, my friend Jeremy made an appearance during my sleep last night.  Not much substance in this one, but he was out of jail and heading to Japan for some reason.  Anyway, it’s been on my mind to pay him another visit at the jailhouse and I guess my subconscious was reminding me to get ‘er done.