What's in a Name?

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes,
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go,
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to
me, to me

-- "Bohemian Rhapsody," Queen

I love being swept away, seeing where the winds blow me and the tides carry me.
Some days, I love the surprise; other times, I'm dying for life just to spill the beans on the next twenty years . . . or, you know, next week. 
Or tomorrow. Can we do tomorrow?

Sometimes, the trip is beyond AWESOME . . . other times not so much . . . but there's an adventure waiting to happen.
And a story.

The wind always brings a good story, if I'm looking in the right place. 

 I love a good story.

I'm hoping you'll find a few here, uncovering the adventure with me. 

Because, really, in the words of Peter Pan, "To live would be an awfully big adventure."