Out Of Tune, Out Of Luck

Heroes are always there, I suppose. You find 'em when you need 'em. I'm not sure when I first recognized the power of kindness. Looking back, nobody was ever gonna make a "tough guy" out of me. Much as I would love to boast that I'm a lover, not a fighter, you know better.

Fear is turning the world into something that moves at my pace.

As an old, white guy I have to worry about dying or, worse, running for president.

Somebody Wave Bye- Bye

When I think of all the broken ceramic pieces that I've thrown away over the years, it breaks my heart. The art form, Kintsugi, or Kintsukuroi, mending pottery with a mixture of lacquer and gold dust, creates a new history and an extra layer of beauty.

Well, now, I can't afford gold dust and it's hard to get good lacquer these days. That gold, sparkly glue that is made for kids' craftwork is readily available and cheap, though. 

My house is full of patched-up vases and dishes now.

You're wondering, "Are they beautiful?"

They are to me.

Oh, and that broken heart- I've learned to patch that thing up, too, and I think it probably has a lot more miles to go. 

A Time To Fold

A life's work looking for a cause. A damsel in distress or an underdog under the gun. The struggle to find a purpose still gets me out of bed every morning.

If there hadn't been rock'n'roll, I would have found something else, I suppose.

We all talk to ourselves. I write it down and put it here. Nobody ever accused me of mystique.

Maybe These Are The Rainy Days

Just look at me over here, won't you- turning wine into water and thinking about Tuesday Weld. They taught me to save it all for a rainy day and I did. Now what?

The only real relationship I ever forged was with a member of a different species. She died.

I should probably start over but I never really started the first time around. Here's to the lone wolves. Here's to the lonely.

Did You Feel That?

When the earth shifts its tilt, I notice. Life without the proper armor takes a toll. A romantic in a world without romance is unnatural. That's okay. My romantic struggles were worse. 

It's not so much that I have given up on life. The realization that everything comes to me makes me realize that my struggles were pointless. 

For me, I suppose, rock'n'roll served a purpose. It was always that carrot on life's stick.

They All Get Away

You haven't heard my best stories. I just tell the ones over and over that feature hot shots, heroes and famous people. We just celebrated my Aunt Jo's one hundred and third birthday. She wanted to tell us about going to tea at the white house with Eleanor Roosevelt. Well, sir, it's a fine story. She's got better ones, though.

Sometimes I wonder what stories the legends tell.

What wouldn't I give to sit at Lottie's side and listen to her stories about donkey baseball and bottomless wells and mad dogs and the Klan. If the house goes up in blazes, I'll have to gather up my memories before I run outside.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.

Run, Ronny, Run

There are days, today being one, when I can't quite decide whether I'm taking up space on the planet, waiting for the end, or if maybe I should be running for president. You know- like those other old white guys.

You know I'm just kidding, right?

Kindness seems to me the virtue that matters most.

This is not my century, boys. Neither was the last.