I have so much to type.

Much has changed. My online classes are still going as scheduled, I have been extremely busy lately with school work, a new shadowing opportunity, and of course the LSAT (which, is still scheduled for June.) I'm looking for an apartment in Morgantown (WV) where I'll be taking summer classes(@WVU), and I've still been taking treatments as scheduled. On the Savannah front: The Ardsley Park Project is getting back into full swing. We are finalizing our second drafts, and still have plans to compile them for a booklet. I can't wait. As for the family all are doing well. Living at home has been a challenge, and it's not being at home that's the challenge rather just being in a town with the population of a few thousand again. It's like everyone here has cabin fever, and needs a holiday. The kind of friction you don't get in a big city. I'll keep you updated, and try to post more often. I've adopted a new quote to live by, with my recent shift in career goals. I hope you find this as great as I did/do:

In the human heart

new passions are forever being born;

the overthrow of one

almost always means the rise of another.

-Francois de la Rochefoucauld

I'm heading back to Savannah! Though it's just a weekend trip, I'll be trying to get things worked out for my summer classes. Also, It will be great to see friends. I'll have more updates afterward. I'm also trying to upload pictures of the 6 massive black cows that were in my front yard today that had escaped from my neighbor.

West Virginia is in the news again. It's sad, that the reason that the people of the world get to see the state is through the lens of tragedy. My thoughts and Prayers go out to the families in Raleigh County. When there's a mining disaster it literally affects the whole state, just because of how many rely on the mining industry. Everyone knows someone who's a miner here. I applaud Governor Manchin for how he handled himself in interviews I've seen, and for the impression he's leaving on the world. Sadly, he may be known by many as the Governor that 'knows mining disasters'-a title that no one should have. As we wait for the final resolution to this recent disaster, I hope that engineers and lawmakers have already begun to formulate ideas on how to make it safer.. be it through legislation or practical mechanics. Below I'm passing on a poem I found. I think it speaks well to the situation here.

Ode to the Men of the Mine

  In that land of valleys,

 that echoed their song,

 brave men would descend,

 down shafts so long.



 Not knowing if they would see,

 the next light of day,

 these men would make, 

 their living this way.



  Tough and rugged, 

were these men of the mine, 

and at home waiting,

 were their woman so fine.



 Hoping beyond hope,

 not to hear,

 that alarm that meant,

 disaster was near. 



 Young lads also worked,

 in that deep dark mine,

 as there lungs filled with dust,

 that killed many with time.



 Working long hour,

 on that cold damp seam,

 as tons of ruck above,

 supported by rafter and beam.



  At shift end,

 ascending tired and black,

 knowing tomorrow,

 they had to go back.



 Working long hours,

 for little pay, 

their eyes now adjusting

 to the light of day.



  These were my ancestors, Grandfather and Dad, 

who's voices sang the songs,

 passed from father to lad.



 Those great voices that filled, 

the valley so loud,

 the men of the mine,

 for whom I'm so proud.

-Del Morgan