#spiritsays: Wearing the proof of last night’s turbulent red eye on their weary faces, they figured it was nothing to lose sleep over and, after unceremoniously dropping the backpack on the bed and stripping down to their skivvies, both Daniel and dog were snoring in seconds. Paradise is easier found when you choose not to sweat the small stuff and let sleeping dogs lie.
#spiritsays: Having forgotten her name tag yet again, Mel was a tad put out that she had to wear one in the first place—the silly little piece of paper with a safety pin that made you look like a kindergartner on your first day of school. When a situation doesn’t quite fit your worldview, or go with your outfit, remember you are way too cool to sweat the small stuff.
#spiritsays: Remembering what it was like to be a lean, mean, riding machine, when all you can muster is the high waspy whine of a Vespa, you know it’s time to scoot over to the shoulder and rethink your purpose. Reclaim your cool.
#spiritsays: Remembering what it felt like to be limber enough to limbo, whoop as you were wickedly whipped from the conga, wisecrack and go for the girl, you wonder where the time has gone. In your mind’s eye, you are still too cool for school. Think young to be young.
#spiritsays: Lucky Strikes rolled in his sleeve, Billy had groomed his cool so when he took to the street with his rod, even the squares in the Pontiac tanks turned their heads. Not only a standout guy but a standup guy, your outside persona matches your inside persona, a real cool and righteous cat.