Up North (& Out There doing it)

Christmas Poo(h)

Driving to drop Aunt G and Uncle T off at the train station, D proclaims from the backseat that we all missed 'Christmas Poo'.

"Christmas Poo?" I say to him.

'Yes!' he relies.

"Ok, we'll have to catch it on the way home."

As we drive home, we almost miss it again, but then it became clear.... Christmas Pooh.

Lame Name, but it just feels good

Skinny-Dipping has one of the lamest names around. It just sounds so dorky and yet feels so good and liberating. There is nothing better than swimming around with nothing on your body. I don't know what it is about it, but there is nothing like it. And I don't think that it's necessarily that sexual or sexually gratifying, but it just feels great.

To date, my experiences with skinny-dipping have all been during the after sun set hours, but recently, at a quieter than normal week at the Lake, I've been trying it out during the day. And man, that feels even better. It's like your own little secret that only you know about and you aren't hurting anyone all at the same time. There couldn't be a more 'victimless crime.'

Michael Stipe said it right in 'Nightswimming' on 'Automatic for the People'

They cannot see me naked.