According to my mother, I was born a minute after midnight on May 29, 1945, which means I have just completed 74 years of life. It seems kind of funny to celebrate the end of your year, as opposed to the beginning of a new one. So, I am now very, very happy to share...
For those of you with impeccable taste, who read yesterday’s post, Sittin’ and Smilin’, I am at it again, only one day later. In that piece, I indicated there was little likelihood I’d be going for my Sunday motorcycle ride today, because of the predicted weather....
When I sit down to write, I am always looking forward to it, but this time, it feels like there is so much going on that I am either going to put together a disjointed piece of shit, or it likely deserves a part 2, which is what I’m thinking. Tomorrow, Sunday, is...
I am definitely not the first person to say that our stories continually change, because our perspective on everything is like a moving target. From one moment to the next, our mood changes and when you start piling years on top of years, guaranteed all our stories...
A couple of days ago, I was whirling on my stationary bike, headphones snugly in place and Bruce Hornsby amplified That’s Just The Way It Is throughout my entire body. When I sit on the bike, with my eyes closed, completely internalized, I somehow become the music I...
