I’m on the train again. Listening to some Stanford lectures on analogy and cognition. Fun stuff…Love the train.

I remember so many days in Italy when I rode the trains. To Padova for mission conference. To Udine for scambi. Hours of staring out the window and thinking. Sometimes a nice nap. People watching. Sometimes we worked the trains. Mostly it was down time. What little of the downtime we actually had. Those were good days. These trains are a little too clean and no one is speaking italian…

Well, it’s time to start working on my second book. Ciao bei ragazzi.