"While I was gone
"While I was gone, Bowie died, we all cried, Rickman left, all of us bereft, The Eagles lost Frey, yet we still have Bieber, why?" While it may seem obvious to you all, I don't do poetry. I don't write rhymes and I never commit anything remotely like this to paper or screen. This bloody game has captured me in ways that I can't explain. I am left to ponder thoughts and images and imagine all kinds of possibilities and stories. I thought I'd end this Sag A trip with the above verse to end the trip with what's been occupying my my mind. This trip was amazing and tense and immensely rewarding. I wouldn't have been able to do it without the constant support and encouragement from those of you on TS and in the pages of G+. I was inspired by all of you who did it before me and I wanted a little to be closer to you and to be like you all, because I think you're awesome.