“You take a risk giving your heart to anybody. But every time your heart gets stomped on, you pick it up, brush it off, and start looking for somebody else to give it to. You know the risk and you accept it, gladly, because the payoff is worth it. And any love that qualifies itself, any ‘I love her but I don’t trust her’ love, isn’t really love. If you’re not risking everything you have, it’s not love. Ya pays yer money and ya takes yer chances.”
–Steve Rosse

No real significance to that, other than I like it. It’s from a writer I met online and I rather fancy his work. I had posted that quote on FB two years ago and it popped up in the “memories” feature this morning. To be clear, no I have not fallen in love, by Mr. Rosse’s definition or any other for that matter.

Speaking of Facebook, my nephew posted this about our adventure yesterday:

Note to self: When Uncle John asks if you want to go on a walk, what he really means is a three hour, ten mile hike up and down a mountain in 90 degree weather. Exhausted but enjoyed some great views of the city.

Here’s some pics:

One of the guys on the hike was an Englishman. I swear to God I can hardly understand a word he says. So this made me laugh when I saw it this morning:

And that’s about it from here.