Welcome to Past My Curfew, Phoenix and I thank you for stopping by. I’m Mike and while most of you are tucked away in your beds getting a restful night’s sleep I’m at my keyboard writing about places I’d like to visit, food I’d like to eat, and reflecting on the crazy things that happen in my life. Phoenix often looks at me as if to ask why I write so late at night, well, as Ptolemy once said,
“Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.”
As a Golden Retriever I’m not really sure about Phoenix’s thoughts on ancient Greco-Roman scholars, or for that matter on philosophical musings in general. But I am keenly aware of his thoughts on chasing tennis balls, riding in his Jeep, and his desire to destroy my baseball cap!
I suppose what I’m really getting at is that I only feel like myself when the stars are out, the air is cool, my loyal companion is at my side, and its several hours past my curfew. Welcome to my blog, Phoenix and I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.