I'm a forty-one year old, husband of fourteen years and father of two boys. I am an apprentice woodworker and volunteer firefighter and EMT.
I am researching the invention process and trying to move ahead with ideas. This idea stuff, if taken to its rightful end, is not for the faint of heart.
Our family have a saying that we have coffee in our veins and were vaccinated by a phonograph needle. That means we talkwrite a blue streak because our corpuscles are caffeinated. But there are nasty tars, gooey substances and acids in coffee that have a wierd effect over a long period of time. Although we must give honor to green tea where it is due, we could still use drops that taste and smell like coffee, and have a jolt like coffee, but are the color of a cup of water.
Yawn, it's 3 am, I am inspired to write, I'm listening to crickets chirp, loons hoot, and river sounds run under alpha waves on the 'putter, and my morning coffee is singing "come to me, my melancholy baby...."
