I had a walk-and-talk with an Army buddy one day last week. Tim is not the only person who ever called me Willie. He was one of several guys at Ft. Bragg that laid that one on me because of a basketball player named Willie Wise. Shelly and I spent a night in Wooster, OH…
I admit it. I’m a Hater. I HATE: Authoritarians Bigots Fear Mongers Greedheads Homophobes Hypocrites Litter Bugs Pedophiles Racists Terrorists Thugs I LOVE: The Beatitudes The Constitution Freedom Free Speech The Golden Rule Kindness Liberty Love Tolerance -=-=-=-= Be. Just BE. But don’t be an ASSHOLE.
It’s been 43 days since June 27 and my last post to this blog. On August 1, 2017 I saw a great show by Ryan Adams at The Pageant in St. Louis. The first four lines of the 3rd song of the evening pretty much describes my state of mind since my 6/27/17 post: “I…
I’ve always loved a roadtrip. I’ve been on more than my share. There will be more. I aim to move even farther to the lower right on the bell curve that tallies up road trips. Our 2017 road trip is only a couple of days away. I’m expecting to put over 3K on a rental…
It was a spring day in 1976. A Monday. The first class after lunch. Pre-Algebra. A packed classroom, most of whom didn’t think they had any reason to ever learn or understand math. (I still feel sorry for them. I’d bet that some of them said “do you wanta supersize that” for a looooong time….)…
It was another weekend with LOTS of favorite things. This time it was me asking Shelly the question: “What was your favorite thing this weekend?” Before she could answer I gave her my answer: “My favorite thing was glancing over at Tom and Gloria at Piney River as Bob&Jeff sang ‘Like Dogs.’” It coulda been…
A month or so ago I wrote that I had told Dad my dream of the way he’d pass away. He and I don’t talk about certain things. It’s an unwritten agreement. One of the things we don’t talk about is what happens when people die. We almost did one time, not that long ago…
Sgt. Joe Friday apparently never said it, but this piece will be the Jack Webb version: “Just the facts, ma’am.” {Apparently he did often say: “All we want are the facts, ma’am”and sometimes “All we know are the facts ma’am”} It was the years 2000 and 2001. It was the years of the presidential election…
I just spent several minutes searching for an entry in my first journal. Well not actually my “first” journal, but the first one that has continued for any length of time. Sixteen hundred seventy seven days. Whodda thought I’d ever develop such discipline? The search was a washout. A dud. But, more accurately, the journal…
It is right up there on my list of favorite “questions from Shelly.” There have been some doozies. The one at the top of the list has been there since our first date. (What’s said in the Corolla on 10/13/12, with The Rainmakers album “25 on” playing, stays in the Corolla….) When she asked the…