I sat there, all alone.  Well, maybe not completely alone, it was me, my thoughts, a pad of paper, and a pen.  My head was spinning with ideas, they were mixing and twirling about. Like a machine.  Churning, churning, churning... I sat there...waiting Anticipating... "How can I make sense of the ideas in this brain… Continue reading From Popcorn to Bourbon Glazed Salmon and the words in between