I’ve always been good with numbers…at least that’s what they tell me. I was a CPA once upon a time. I was/am a number cruncher, but I was NEVER a bean counter. “But this can’t be the right number….” -=-=-= I had just turned 17 when The Who released their first album. I cranked it…
Back in late March I spewed some silly rules for developing a DIDL (desert island disk list) for every show that I see. Most of my DIDLs don’t see the light of day…except in my journal, and I haven’t been paying all that close attention to “the rules.” Heck, I have never been all that…
I can hear John Crudele’s voice in my head like it was yesterday, but it was almost 20 years ago. Cancer took away JMC, his wisdom and his perfect answers over 3 years ago. But I’m pretty sure that if could ask him the very same question today, that there would only be a slight…
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…