The Times they are A-Changing

This is always understood by those who play the game and by those who have an ear to hear:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-D9S48A81os

Come gather round people wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you is worth saving
Then you'd better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
For the times, they are a changing

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pens
And keep your eyes open, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, the wheel's still in spin
And there's no telling who that it's naming
Oh the loser will be later to win
For the times, they are a changing

Come senators, congressmen, please head the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be her that has stalled
The battle outside ragging will soon shake your windows
And rattle your hall
For the times, they are a changing

Come mothers and fathers all over this land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughter are beyond your command
Your old role is rapidly aging
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend a hand
For the times they are a changing
The line, it is drawn, the curse, it is cast
The slow one will later be fast
And the present now will soon be the past
The order is rapidly fading
The first one now will later be last
For the times, they are a changing

An Update

Hey All,

My friend Megan recently mentioned that I haven't posted anything up here in a while. My apologies. I've been busy... and lazy.

The school year is over as of a month ago and I am thrilled by that. It's been a good summer so far. I've moved into an old Victorian house with a few of my friends for the summer. One of my roomates, Max, is a very good cook and I often benefit from his talents.

I've been getting better at the harmonica as well. Last week Max complimented my progress and last night one of my other roomates, Nick, did as well. I'm glad to know that my playing is not bothersome.

I am still very pumped about my prospects as a sports journalist. My mom bought me a subscription to Sports Illustrated for my birthday - my first issue will arrive at the end of this month. The other day I signed up for a sports writing class in the fall. Once I take that I'll be able to freelance sports articles.

I've been shooting hoops a lot lately and just staying active. A few days ago Max and I bought an old skiff, dinghy if you will, for $100. It's an old girl at age 30 and has sailed on such waters as the St. Lawrence Seaway and Lake Mead. Sadly, she doesn't have a name although Max and I are set on calling her the St. Lawrence. We need to give her a new paint job. I figure I'll paint her up like an old liner from the glory days of sea travel. The bottom of the hull up to the water line will be red, the bulk of the hull will be black. Along the top of the hull will be white and seperating the black from the white will be a thin strip of gold. The ship's name will be painted in gold on the bow and stern with Whitewater also in gold beneath the ships name on the stern.

Attached is an image of the paint scheme.

I will post again soon, I hope.