The Last Post

Yes I’m afraid this is the end. This will be Marty’s last post. It’s (past) time for me to disappear and return from where I came. I have nothing left to add on this forum. It’s been said. It’s done.

I do this every so often … reinventing myself somewhere else. I sorely feel the need for reinvention these days. I can feel a new adventure coming on and it demands a clean sheet.

I have enjoyed my time here, and thank you all for having stopped by and perusing.  Several of you have become friends, and I’m certain we will continue to contact each other from time to time.

To all, “Adieu” and good luck in your individual worlds. I only wish you happiness.

I shall leave the blog up for a bit … I really don’t know how long … but in the next week or two I’ll close it off.

Thank you one and all, it’s been a blast!


I Heard a Story

Bella and I had some alone time a few days ago.  It was quiet. And nice.

She opened up a bit … something that is very rare for her to do.

Bella told me of a past love. From many years ago. A man she met while living for a time in New York. She fell heavily for him.

She followed him to the other side of the globe, it was that intense.

The time with him was magical, and she had made up her mind to stay and make her life with this man.

Then he told her it wasn’t to be. It wouldn’t work. This was not what he wanted.

Crushed, she returned home to start life anew.

The story greatly saddened me. I don’t understand how such a gentle, gracious, beautiful flower could not satisfy this man.

Some things I know I will never be able to comprehend. This is one.


Church Bells and Adventure

I am away. I am away on an adventure.Texts with Cassandra early this morning have reminded me I’ve always loved adventure. Since my first major adventure on my own at 17.

I am in a tiny medieval European village. I awake to the peal of church bells rousing the nearby roosters to prepare to perform their sunrise duty. An hour later the bells cry out again to the workers to come and begin the day’s labor in the fields. I hear a donkey bray.

The bells have sounded this way for centuries, providing order and structure, governance and stability. The antithesis of adventure.  Man can not exist on adventure alone.

A significant part of the adventure includes women. Beautiful women. Intelligent and successful. Literally surrounding me. My beautiful Bella just brought me a fresh coffee. I gaze slack-jawed at the good fortune I have engineered. I am the perpetual  8 year old in the candy shop, who rushes from glass display case to glass display case, unable to choose his favorite.

But there is an almost insurmountable problem in this adventureland paradise. The 8 year-old has no money! Due to circumstance, the candy can not be eaten, even when clearly it wishes to be consumed. The adventure is grand, but alas, not perfect

The boy must await another time to partake of his addiction.