Saturday, January 10, 2026

What A View






On a day like this I feel like the oldest dog in the pound who just got taken home to live like a king for his remaining days. As Kurt would say, "If this isn't nice, what is?"

I am finally learning to tune out the static from the news. Oh, I'm still outraged and my heart is broken on a regular basis. I care as much as ever. Anguish that I'm unable to convert to action, however, won't change the world.

Did I come along at the right time- you know, Elvis, hot rods, peace & love- or do I just romanticise the life I've lived?

Who cares? I've sung my songs to the sweetest folks in the world.






 

Wednesday, January 7, 2026

The Last of Jazz





The last things in the world that I want to fight about are religion and politics. Really, I would rather not fight at all, with anyone, about anything. I'm probably a little better at avoiding conflict than I was as a young man. Not much.

There are patterns that became obvious to me that endure as I watch the world spin. First and foremost, there are good guys and bad guys.

Don't tell me if your candidate is a Republican or a Democrat; is he a good guy or a bad guy?

I'm less interested in the color of your immigrant than I am in his plans for the future. I'm not that interested in the deity that he prays to unless he is looking to blow up some of the others because of a message from that god.

Yep, good guys and bad guys. Wrestlers, cowboys, politicians, bankers, soldiers, preachers and whatever else you've got.

History is written by the victors. This new batch, if there are books in our future, should be fascinating. If I'm around, I'll rush to look up slavery, fascism, living wage, climate change...

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





 

Thursday, January 1, 2026

Too Tight To Fight





Don't run out of dreams before you run out of steam. Life, for me, has gotten better in fits and starts since I was a kid. There are days when I think maybe I had better use up some of this love and luck, just to keep from having it go to waste at the end. 

My will is pure poetry, boys.

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