Many thanks for your last post. Enjoyed reading how you dealt with the various things you’re dealing with. Your “advice” is definitely good food for thought. And I, like your other readers, are very happy to hear things are going well and that you are refreshed from your recent road trip.

BTW, I really look forward to your new “Get Them Online Mentoring Program”

Take care – Randall

BetterBidding.com has some awesome strategies – I’d check that out

I love driving so much. I remember when I was in L.A. I was having an awful time with a guy I liked, and I would just drive and bawl in my car…

And then there are the amazing road trips like I’m on now. I remember when Woman’s World called me and asked me to be on their cover as I was driving… and I just screamed with happiness inside my car.

It’s really an incredible place for all emotions

Nancy Henry does some beautiful work – thank you very much for introducing me to her!!

For some reason, I think you’ll really like this poem:

“Keys” by Nancy Henry

When things got hard
I used to drive and keep on driving—
once to North Carolina
once to Arizona—
I’m through with all that now, I hope.
The last time was years ago.

But oh, how I would drive
and keep on driving!
The universe around me
all well in my control;
anything I wanted on the radio,
the air blasting hot or cold;
sobbing as loudly as I cared to sob,
screaming as loudly as I needed to scream.
I would live on apples and black coffee,
shower at truck stops,
sleep curled up
in the cozy back seat I loved.

The last time, I left at 3 a.m.
By New York state,
I stopped screaming;
by Tulsa
I stopped sobbing;
by the time I pulled into Flagstaff
I was thinking
about the Canyon,
I was so empty.
Thinking about the canyon
I was.

I sat on the rim at dawn,
let all the colors fill me.
It was cold. I saw my breath
like steam from a soup pot.
I saw small fossils in the gravel.
I saw how much world there was?

how much darkness
could be swept out
by the sun. ?

For some reason, I think you’ll really like this poem:

“Keys” by Nancy Henry

When things got hard
I used to drive and keep on driving—
once to North Carolina
once to Arizona—
I’m through with all that now, I hope.
The last time was years ago.

But oh, how I would drive
and keep on driving!
The universe around me
all well in my control;
anything I wanted on the radio,
the air blasting hot or cold;
sobbing as loudly as I cared to sob,
screaming as loudly as I needed to scream.
I would live on apples and black coffee,
shower at truck stops,
sleep curled up
in the cozy back seat I loved.

The last time, I left at 3 a.m.
By New York state,
I stopped screaming;
by Tulsa
I stopped sobbing;
by the time I pulled into Flagstaff
I was thinking
about the Canyon,
I was so empty.
Thinking about the canyon
I was.

I sat on the rim at dawn,
let all the colors fill me.
It was cold. I saw my breath
like steam from a soup pot.
I saw small fossils in the gravel.
I saw how much world there was?

how much darkness
could be swept out
by the sun. ?