What's love got to do with it?
I once read that the Inuit have over 50 words to describe snow. For me snow is mostly a four letter word and I know a few variations- consolidated, fluffy, wet, slushy and of course most importantly yellow. Don't eat yellow snow. I took that analogy and used it for love. I maintained there were over 50 kinds of love. Taste: I love a scruptous meal, a peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich, an olive bar, a wine bar, a BLT, a peameal bacon with dill pickles on a kaiser roll, a lobster, a crab, a mountain trout. Lots of tastes I love. Smell: I love the smell of a sublte perfume on a beautiful woman, the smell of lilacs, lavendar on my pillow, the smell of my crock pot beef stew after a long day in the studio,wood smoke,and of course there is nothing like the smell of bacon. Sight: I love looking at big trucks, motorcycles, bikes, sunsets (not sunrises so much as I am a 7:30 man) , waterfalls, trees, rocks, ocean and prairie panoramas. Hearing: I love music and find it most inspiring. One of life's regrets is that I can't play an instrument. I love the sound of birds, the sound of a childs giggle, the hearty laugh of a friend, the potato, potato of a Harley, a rushing stream, the scream of an eagle and the boom boom of my rock and roll. Feeling: I love the feeling of a good ride, a good days work, a nicely prepared meal, a job well done, and helping a friend. The surprise b-day party my pals gave me for my 70th made me cry. The crying was such a good feeling. So what has