What started the blog. The thoughts were already there...
I had to drop the kids off at an escape room. I didn't want to be the guy who sat inside, yelling at a bunch of 11 year olds, "Are you idiots?? Can't you see that goddamn clue??" so I chose to sit outside. Win/win if you ask me. After watching the intro video twice on the lobby TV, I realized the group I had brought were not geniuses and would probably be taking closer to the full hour. Seeing nothing of interest in the standard escape room lobby decor, I turned around on the bench to look out the window. Industrial park. Not much to see there either. Self-storage garage doors in the distance. An abandoned mini-dozer in the forefront. An expanse of empty parking lot. Then the flag caught my eye. Flapping in the late summer breeze. That's a good focal point. I straightened my posture, but relaxed my consciousness. I was reminded of a story where people were lamenting the cost of upkeep on flags; apparently the tips of flags travel at ridiculous s