Burning

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road



This pretty much describes all of my family and pretty much encompassas my entire circle of friends. So by Mr. Kerouac's standards (and mine) I'm a lucky SOB.

Douglas Smith

Scuba diving, Literature, Gaming, Baseball

Project Management, Business Intelligence, ITIL