Born To Be Alive

I was walking in Central Park tonight through the lower loop and it was all done up for the marathon. Whilst running "Born to be Alive" by Patrick Hernandez was playing on my mp3 player. I was feeling the chilly crisp air and staring at the stars. I thought of my friend Alma who I just learned passed away but I wasn't sad because she was reunited with her daughter Polly. I truly do believe Death is a door to the next level. Like the song says "it's good to be alive" but I am under no misconceptions about the fact that we are temporary beings. At least these bodies are. Like the marathon it's a race, but the goal is not the finish line but the journey to said finish line. Godspeed Alma! Best to you, Polly and all my friends and loved ones who have passed from this mortal plane.


Polly and I in 1987: Note my Rorschach (Watchmen) Pin, Cure T-shirt and David Byrne "Stop Making Sense" Jacket.