I saw a flying osprey with an eel clutched in its talons.
I see more signs of the new American diaspora.
I see our Constitution failing because certain members of Congress will not uphold their oath to protect it.
I saw an overrated television show.
I saw a robin fly into the front end of my car and die.
I saw a superb fort near a Jetty.
I see myself getting back into tennis again.
I see a way to engage the Fort Destroyer—issue an invitation to think and challenge assumptions.
I see a future as a ghostwriter.
I see I’ve missed a lot not listening to Miles Davis the past decade.
I saw an old friend almost reengage with me.
I see myself having a dog again.
I see people around me that need my help.
I see birds making a difference in my life.
I see something in elk and beavers that I don’t think others are seeing.
I see a way for me to start a podcast.
I see choice cuts of beaverwood everywhere.