The Winchester

I don't mind flying. I really don't. I've flown to Florida a few times, Texas, Hawaii, Ireland. Maybe a smattering of others when I was real young. It's nothing new to me, and it's not something that scares me. As Superman said, "Statistically speaking, it's still the safest way to travel." Even so, there is a small, back-of-the-mind thought that I believe goes through every single person who steps on a plane's head. This Could Be It. I believe that one hundred percent. I refuse to believe there is anybody (awake) flying at this moment in time who is not thinking that somewhere in their head. It popped up in mind as we took off, landed, experienced turbulence, and ate some peanuts. This Could Be My Last Peanut. Now This One Could Be My Last Peanut. These Two Could Be My Last Two Peanuts. Etc. It's a very helpless feeling, or thought. There's nothing to be done. You're sitting in a giant, airborne tube, 35,000 feet in the a...

Well, here we find ourselves. An actual blog website. So far I have only been using my MySpace page as an area in which to blog (if that is really what I am doing... as opposed to rambling, ruminating, or simply writing). In light of this, I have decided to bring over some of what I've posted there and post it here. Some may call that cheating. I call it... not cheating. Rather, it is a chance to allow those of you who deem this blog worthy of reading the ability to enjoy the soft melodies of other musings of mine without the need for either a MySpace log-in or the pressure of correctly right-clicking on an internet link. Decent of me, to be sure. http://www.myspace.com/mattcwa , though. Janet, if you're nasty.