I’m sitting on a bus, staring off into the sunlight as it falls on another day, and another year. Tom Waits is singing “we’re all gonna be just dirt in the ground.” And I cant help but think that’s all we are. It’s true. Nothing you can be or live up to matters; you can’t keep it all when you’re gone. That is the wrap-up of my year and it wasn’t too exciting (except for the Germany part).