There is black and white, sure, but it is the shaded area lurking between black and white wherein lies creativity. To be as stiff as a starched shirt leaves little room for imagination, little room for stretching one's mind and embracing possibilities. I believe in letting my mind fly . . . having no 'caution tape' strung up to keep out stray ideas, which may turn out to be polishable gems. Creativity is life! It is breathing perfumed air, swallowing bubbly surprises, and touching places in the heart never before explored. Black and white is not creative, it is either this or that. Alas, it is amid the shades of gray where creation erupts––where ideas of 'what could be' keep me drifting away to God knows where . . . Come along on my journey, see if my thirty-year-old dream will become by wonderful reality. Yes, please, come along for the ride!