Graveyards By The Highway

Packing for a trip to the States and I'm sadly aware that I'm going back to a different place than the one I left. When folks here in the UK hear my drawl, they tend to slowly shake their head and a sorrowful expression takes control of their face.

The USA, never perfect, seems to have always been the good guy. When Uncle Sam has gotten it wrong, e.g., Viet Nam, the Edsel, Milli Vanilli, he seems to have always dusted himself off and gone on with the good stuff. We're talking here about the home of rock'n'roll, Moon Pies and monkey races.

Of course I look forward to seeing friends and family. I've quit hearing from anyone so if they aren't addicted to some social media platform, I'm unaware of any personal news. Two weeks is a short time to catch up on a lifetime's memories.

If this reads like some sad sack's moaning about the good old days, I apologise. We're all pulling for you, America. I don't hear that full-figured girl yet.

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

 

Good Sense and Change

 

The concept of mortality serves as a governor on bliss. In the mix with guilt and shame and religious mumbo jumbo, it keeps pants on, skirts down and noses to the grindstone.

Well, sir, I suppose I'm about as guilty as the next fellow and I'm seventy eight years old. The life expectancy for a male in the UK is 78.6. I'm not about to be caught with any of that, " shoulda' done more of this, shoulda' done more of that," drivel on my lips at the end. 

Seems to me we were born for joy. Ignore the distractions.

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

Pigeon Gambles

Even your insignificance is overstated. 

If you have to ask the meaning of life, you're probably missing the ride. Believe me, you know as much about it as the highest paid guru in the business. Dave Bartholomew told us all we'll ever need to know. 

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

 

Chemtrail Cocktails

There are folks at work whose daily activity affects my well-being. They don't know me. Their time is spent arguing with cohorts, lying, conniving, cheating and preening. Their endeavours more directly affect the affluent, who give them enormous amounts of money, legally and otherwise, to influence their decisions.

Am I bragging when I tell you that I enjoy life more than politicians and tech bros? 

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

 

Mysterious Chemical Treasures

If truth weren't fleeting, maybe we would all be enlightened. I've had all the secrets revealed to me. More than once. It's a lot like keeping your eye on a floater, isn't it. As soon as you try to focus, it's moved on. Gone in a flash.

This much I have learned- the secret's not a secret. I've yet to see hate bring happiness. I've never seen a "good war." If there's any such thing as too much love, it has escaped my view. 

All those trite, bumper sticker platitudes are the wisdom of our age. You can't memorise them all. Just be nice and keep your mind on love. That should pretty much cover it.

Take your pants off when you can.