New Year’s Day was slightly different, instead of dropping the ball, it rose to the top. Signifying the rise of a New Year.Danny and I discovered by...accident we can now move things around, small things right now, like a pen or something small. I was wanting a pen and one came into my hand from a few feet away on my desk as we were setting up a new lighting apparatus for my streams as well as a green screen. We tested how much we could move and lift, and if we could work together on a larger. His mother would have wanted it.No longer being watched by other family members Mordie was a man, a man that can freely do what his heart desired. Even with his mother dead, Mordie was still bound by those four walls. Using the money left from his mother he lived off of delivery food for decades. It was obvious Mordie waiting to die—to be reunited with his mother. One morning as he was mindlessly gazing out the window, he caught a glimpse of a moving truck. There was no one moving out, but a. There was a small, adobe hut, probably the size of an efficiency apartment, abutting the highest of the canyon walls. Next to it was a small corral which was empty. On the other side of the hut was a vegetable garden. I could see tomatoes, peas, beans and broccoli, among other things, growing, their shades of green and red a sharp contrast to the brown of most of the area. A well stood by the garden with one aluminum pipe running from it into the garden and another into the house.I guess the. " Sara Hughes," she said. "I'm not making any money but if you want to share with your guide..."He laughed as he turned his truck and headed back. An hour later he rolled onto the paved highway and turned the way Sara indicated. About a mile or so down the road Sara watched a sheriff's car go by and turn up the road to the Academy. That close, she thought.Ten miles down the highway another dirt road cut off toward the mountains. The road led up a canyon. Half way up the canyon they rounded a.