Where the Sidewalk Ends

There is a place where the side­walk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crim­son bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the pep­per­mint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flow­ers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is mea­sured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the side­walk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is mea­sured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the chil­dren, they mark, and the chil­dren, they know
The place where the side­walk ends.

- Shel Sil­ver­stein

8 October 2008

This must have been the longest streak with­out post­ing yet. It has been near­ly two months. A lot has hap­pened here in Iraq but OPSEC rules the roost so I can’t talk about any of it. I will say that the weath­er is get­ting cool­er, a lot cool­er. The highs have only been in the mid to upper 90’s. Between the weath­er and the fact that home is with­in sight, every­body is in a chip­per mood.

Now, I just wish you all didn’t ruin the econ­o­my while we were gone!

A

16 Aug 2008

Well, it wasn’t the great­est way to spend a birth­day but I did get to mark anoth­er day off the cal­en­dar. That is about all I am lib­er­ty to dis­cuss. Here is a pic­ture from the sun­rise this morn­ing here in Iraq. I hope every­one is well. Thank you all for the birth­day wish­es. I can’t wait to get home.