It’’s a nice quiet night here in my little section of the Middle Of Nowhere. There is a new moon waxing it’s way into view, and the power/cooling systems of my refrigerator and computer provide just enough reality to keep me from getting completely lost in unproductive thought. Sitting here turning personal reflection into keystrokes, I was just treated to the soft-edged reverberations of someone emptying the clip of a semi-automatic weapon off in the distance. I have no idea what’s going on or why it happened. I haven’t heard any yelling or sirens yet, so either it wasn’t a major problem or my prime-time-based police response proceedure info is not up to dept. standards. Either way, I’m going back to my comtemplation of the human condition. Who knows? Maybe this will help…