And your lake for Nesseys.
Ha ha, I didn't want to get too serious.
It can be embarrassing, can’t it, pricing your wares? We have have so many “salespeople” trying to sell us something we don’t want or need that we have become skeptical.
One of the reasons I always loved going to Disneyland was that there was abundance there.
Disney didn’t scrimp. He wanted his park to be top-notch, and "The Happiest Place on Earth."
The Disney folks ask for a hefty sum to enter their park. Once there, people spend. They buy toys, souvenirs, food, drinks, snacks, more food, more snacks, balloons—oh, once my daughter and I had such fun with a Disney balloon. We were on a road trip and realized we were one hundred miles from Disneyland, and since that is my daughter’s favorite place on the planet, we had to visit.
While there, we missed my other daughter and her son. We had the bright idea of sending a message by balloon, so we bought a helium-filled balloon, and a marking pen and wrote love notes on it. We let my daughter’s little two-month-old son, release it into the air, and we watched as it sailed into the immense blue sky, and from our vantage point shrink in size until it was completely out of sight.
We took a movie of it for that was all—so far—that my other daughter and grandson ever saw of it.
One doesn’t place a price on experiences such as that.
I intended with Come On Baby Light My Fire, that upon complition people would say, "That was a darn fun ride."
Over and out.
For more information on the six module course, Come on Baby Light My Fire, please click on the image below.
Her travels had taken her beyond the shores of her native continent, but she is back where she started, in Oregon.