Come journey with me through the regions of my mind,
encounter dark mysterious places few have seen, and from which fewer yet have ever returned,
or romp light hearted through fields of mental blossoms drinking in the heady wine of spring.
And if along the way my words have brought you pause to think, to smile or caused a tear
to fall from eye to cheek, then favor me as well. Lend fuel to these rambling urges and let
your curser fall on a link or two of those that wave their banners on these pages. Who knows,
mayhap a farthing shall fall my way and aid the flow of word from mind to pen and paper. Included herein are the musings of G. E. von Steuben, my Mother, and Chrisanne Stoakes, my love.
