We went to a big amusement park with the kids…young and old….last weekend.

I’ve outgrown a minimal interest in the more brutal rides…so I rode the easy stuff with the youngest of the children.

We even got to ride the carousel.

I looked for the brass ring…but I guess that they don’t do that anymore.

There wasn’t one.

There is no brass ring on the carousel.

That’s sad if you go fishing for a pessimistic analogy to tie the world up and hold it down….

What do we have to reach for if we can’t see a goal that’s attainable or worthy?

What drives us when the world melting is getting us down?

No brass ring…

I guess you just have to enjoy the ride….and look for the brass ring with every revolution…hoping to see something that you know isn’t there.

What the heck?

THROW ME A BONE, DUDE!! PUT THE FREAKING BRASS RING BACK WHERE I CAN GRAB IT EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE!!

Do me a solid….even if it doesn’t really mean anything.

I need some hope when the weather gets hot…