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DAH is me, David Anthony Hance. ""We're lost, but we're making good time!" (Yogi Berra)

First up this week, You Are Here …  
I'm drawn to the visitor guide maps mounted in parks, attractions, and shopping malls. "You Are Here." That's what  I want to see. I'm often seeking something, so the frame of reference is helpful. "You Are Here" is also comforting, reassuring, and endorsing. When I read "You Are Here" I'm thinking, "I'm here, on this spot, right now. I am, I exist, and the mapmakers know." Few things in life provide such a pleasing and pithy guarantee. And at such a low cost. We should seize upon them when we see them.
'To be faraway, someplace else': my endless fascination with maps

Second up this week, Yore …  
"Once upon a time ..." That time-honored story-starter taking us back to days of yore. Yore, an old English word that references the past, usually the very long-ago past. There's something inherently romantic about yore. It's hintingly elegiac, referencing a time past and also those and their things who were then, but are now gone. We must squint through a mist of time to gain glimpses of yore. Just saying the word makes me think about Robin Hood and his merry band, yoring about in the woods in which someone with foresight might have mounted a few "Yore Here" marked maps. 
Irish Descendants "The Days of Yore"

Third up this week, Yaw …  
In my personal days of yore I was urged, scoldingly, to "hold my line" by other cyclists. Pretty important, actually, not to yaw back and forth within a group of fast-spinning wheelmen. To yaw, particularly for a ship or an airplane, is to deviate from the intended course line, moving from side to side and sometimes erratically. Never the best at not yawing, I blame my mental jumpiness … too easily distracted from my chosen line of reason. I yaw in my thinking and pat myself upon the back for creatively investigating the areas outside my designated line. The self back pat feels good, but I still here the voices in my head, "hold your line!"  
On Rule #59: Hold Your Line

A Book I Recommend
Maphead: Charting the Wide, Weird World of Geography Wonks, by Ken Jennings. 
If you're a bit of a map-nut like me, this book should please. It's light and trivia-filled, a wonderful escape. 

And a bit more:

Night Traveler, by Deepa Thomas

I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
And take a trip places far away
To see new things and people

I travel past the harbors
Full of anchored boats
I travel past the beaches
With swaying coconut trees

I watch the waves
Embracing the shore
I watch the kids playing
And reach out my arms

Then I touch my own bed
Here comes a flash
And my boat is back
And I am back in bed

My boat sails every night
And reach home with morning light
Never did it anchor once
Still traveling every day
Hoping to reach
That unknown destination

And that's all for this week.
From Mary Oliver’s poem Sometimes …  

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.