This is a wild goose chase!

Well, after a year of being relatively "settled" in Utah in a cave up in the hills, the rollercoaster ride has kicked into full gear with stops in San Diego, Sacramento, Portland, and back to Sacramento. The only thing separating me from the guy in a sleeping bag in the park is my Mom's revolving door policy which is allowing me a nice place to sleep, dream, and write.

I always seem to think that a geographical fix is the answer to my problems but with apologies to Einstein, "I love to travel, but hate to arrive." I know that the best things in life are free, that love is all you need, etc., etc., but winning the Lottery wouldn't hurt at this point either. Yes, the best things in life are free, but the gas to get there is expensive.

So now I find myself back in Lincoln, California, outside of Sacramento, where the local industry is a sewage pipe factory and the local hobbies seem to be a choice between retail shopping and retail shopping. Or, if that's not your thing, you can always opt for the third option, retail shopping.

I'm an early bird these days, rising at 4 or 4:30 to check my precious email, drink coffee, and scour the Craigslist personals for a lady who will accept this ridiculous situation as potential relationship material. Facebook occupies too much of my day, but the retail outlets provide a respite from the headache otherwise known as the internet.

And so the wild goose chase continues. The question remains, is there a wild goose? If so, does it lay a golden egg? Among other questions I have these days are "Who are the dream police?" and wouldn't it be nice if we had a way to record our dreams and play them back in high definition?