Monday, December 10, 2018

Dastardly Deeds Under The Influence

Oh, my. Everything that I have to say has been said. I know too much to have an original thought and I don't know much. As usual, none of this is likely to slow me down.

On some days I worry that technology is the only remaining frontier. Once we went to the moon. Chrysler offered a push button automatic transmission. Some genius invented the thermos and a hero wiped out polio. Almost wiped out polio.

The problem, as I see it, is that technology is under control of the moneychangers. Those folks haven't been able to keep IPhones out of the hands of anyone. They have managed to keep insulin out of the hands of poor diabetics. They have managed to profit obscenely from the stockpiling of nuclear weapons. 

Feel free to call me a socialist. I call me a moralist.

Sunday, December 9, 2018

Somewhere Between Luck and Science

Sometimes the beauty and the joy and the magic just overwhelm me. For some reason this holiday season really seems to have its hooks in me. The music sounds sweeter. The lights are way brighter than I remember and every TV ad brings tears. I haven't even seen the first Publix commercial yet.

We're talking the "good tears" here. Oh, I lost my Jamaica this year and the news came right before the holidays that she was sick. My grieving, though, has been mixed with beautiful memories and they have outlasted my broken heart. Sort of.

My temptation is to grab strangers on the street and tell them how much I love them. That hasn't worked all that well for me in the past.

I'm dying to play Christmas songs for you, on the radio and onstage. I know how many folks claim to hate that stuff. I don't suppose I've ever given it much thought. For this year, though, I love it all. My only dilemma is "Blue Christmas." Elvis or Porky?


Saturday, December 8, 2018

Broad Shoulders and Cold Weather

Always heard it's lonely at the top. Well, sir, I wouldn't know. I can tell you, though, that it's no picnic  here on the bottom. Unlike Groucho, I would love to be a part of any organization. I wish I lived in a commune. Played in a band. Always wanted brothers and sisters. 

When push comes to shove, however, you'll find me at the counter to avoid the sad table for one. I'll frequently plow through a book that struggles to hold my attention in order to avoid lines at the theater or crowds at the bar. MSNBC can generally count on my company after dark. Before sunup, too, now that I think about it. 

It's not so much that I'm bad company. It's just that I've had enough of it.

Wednesday, December 5, 2018

It Comes In Threes

You would guess to look at me that I don't have a clue. Maybe I don't. I'm pretty sure, though, that I have a fair idea of what they want. I've just never been able to make myself give it to them.

Maybe it's my attraction to the underdog.

If I had it all to do over, I would.

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

Wabi Sabi

Broken things. What's life without imperfection? Use your love to level what tilts and that which is shattered. Practice on your own heart.

Monday, December 3, 2018

Waitin' For Me

Look, I know that there's nobody waiting for me on the other side of anything. That doesn't stop me from tearing up when faced with the beautiful stories of heaven and paradise, nirvana and rainbow bridges.

My angels come to me in dreams. Oh, they don't bring me important messages. Their fine, gossamer presence merely reminds me that love is eternal. 

Someday I'll be the visitor. Remember that I love you.


Sunday, December 2, 2018

Stories I Could Tell

The stories are all so very beautiful and I believe them all. Of course I'm a grown man and I believe in Santa Claus, too. Some of them I believe in literally. What difference does it really make when it comes right down to it?

Once again I come to the point of making a decision about going on with this thing.

Take care of your friends and take care of the ones who need friends.