What are they?

Filings...rusty, iron and magnetic
Tissues...bloody, skinny and sticky
One of endurance, one of impermanence
Hemoglobin oxidized and fed
Fleshy, steely, cold and maybe human
Blue eyed, red eyed and curved straight
Casted, shaped until formless
Its warm again and wet
Oily, greasy and black
Either way I don't trust 'em

Pick Me Up

Ask one dark whisper of night to talk time and glow
To light peace
To tell magic songs to me
For I am born blue and down

Max Ludwig

I was given a home work assignment by one of Max's teachers to describe him in a million words or less. Try not to get all misty eyed on me, Max. Here it is:

Max Ludwig is my son and I'm proud to say so. He's also many other things. He's a runner (a fast one), a football player (a natural one), a basketball player, a "foody", a reader, a builder, an artist and babysitter. He's considerate of others except when he's excited, angry, tired or hungry (just like the rest of us). He likes animals especially dogs despite being attacked by one when he was 2. He's fearless. He's kind to small children and loves babies. He sometimes thinks his parents are lame, because sometimes they are and other times he's angry, tired or hungry. He hates failure and gets frustrated. He can be a perfectionist, and later realizes that's ridiculous. He laughs at himself. He's got a great laugh. He's silly. He makes a difference. He's got lots of friends, but a few who are special to him. He's loved very much by his parents, who wish he would go sailing with them more often.

-Max's Dad (Stephen Ludwig)

Our cruise to Trinidad on El Huachinango

Our weekend cruise to Trinidad from Humboldt Bay( approx. 50 miles round trip).