At 4:00 am here it's pretty easy to see that this is about as good as life gets. The cat gets me and the dog up so that we don't miss a thing. Even the idea of going back to bed seems sublime. Later today I'll do my radio show. I get to play whatever I want. How can that be?
My partner in broadcast, the Rev. Billy C. Wirtz, is about the finest guy on the planet and a pleasure to know. I seem to know a whole lot of special folks.
If I've learned just one thing in this long life, it is to stay out of the way of happiness, the natural state. That rock'n'roll that I have lived for plays when you turn on the radio. Buddy may have died; the music didn't. I always hated that song.