I know what you're thinking: aren't we all "blogged" out? So many "people" giving opinions and yet none of them are any wiser or refreshing than a book of quotes that you take on a midnight swim. That's why I began the Bird Casino. I've been keeping a journal for years, so why not put it online for strangers to see? I hope you learn a little about me, and a whole lot about yourself. Come along, won't you?
On this inaugural post I thought I'd just write about myself for a bit. My name is Cyrus Wetherbee. I do part-time custodial work at the local Sleep Center. It's a place where people come to get their sleep analyzed when they aren't resting well because they're in physical pain, having trouble with medications, or unable to silence the pounding of the Great Kettle Drum of Grief after they accidentally caused the death of a spouse (it could have happened to anyone, Mr. Biddlestein!).
Here is a list of things I love that are not bird or gambling related: the Green Bay Packers, reading, practicing my boomerang, sharpening stuff, listening to bird calls, learning about where Indian reservations are, watching people's hands, interpreting people's dreams, picking berries, and blackjack. More than anything though, I love Rachel, even though she doesn't know. Don't worry, I highly doubt she'll ever read this.
I should probably mention that if you're looking for a blog that gets into religion, politics, sports, birds, and gambling...then you found it! Seriously though, it's going to be about Rachel, too. Love is what makes us human. Though I do think dogs, apes, pigs, and some species of birds are capable of love (the jury is still out on you, cats!). All of those animals though are unable to use language like we do. To be fair, honeybees and hammerhead sharks use a very unique, complex language. But they don't love. So again: to love and use language is to be human. Oh, Rachel.
