The past couple of days, I;ve been musing a thought that didn't seem to find a place. The thought regarded types of movies- I'm a sucker for the underdog, dismissed by society or his chosen field, then redeemed -such as Harvey, Field of Dreams, Sea Biscuit, Rocky, dozens more I can't think of right now. The connection became that I could be the narrator of my own Billion-to-1, come from behind, victory. Naturally, it would require my living, coherent , self to accomplish. A goal, some reason for continuing my life. And I can't think of anyone who deserves a biography than Alesia.Writing about her seems to soothe me sometimes. Oh, well, just an untested thought before bed.May be inteersting to see how it stands uo against a full-tilt grief strike. Good night.