You Call This Happy?

Me? I'm for the good times. You know- wars end and sailors kiss pretty strangers on the street. I watch men I don't know bid five, ten, fifteen million dollars for old cars on TV. Oh, they're not to drive to work or for little road trips. They're just to own.

Of course I see the same homeless families on the street that you do. I wake up early worrying about the children in Aleppo. Knowing that we round up stray, abandoned pets for euthanasia is never far from the front of my mind.

Somehow I have always been one of those people who has everything he wants and more than he needs.

If you can't share what you own with the others, share your love. No spare change? Give him a smile. Give her a hug. We're all in it together. You're not driving that Bugatti to the corner. You're certainly not taking it to heaven.

Animal History

Kleenex in the pocket? You're old. Oh, what I'd give for a spring in my step, whatever that means. What am I thankful for? Ending sentences with prepositions, I suppose.

Sometimes I get cranky. There's nobody here to listen to me grumble except for Jamaica. She's crankier than I am. 

What am I thankful for? Whatta' ya got?

Memories, I suppose, if you back me into that corner. I've got memories. I've got stories.

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

                                  

Mud Puddles and Moon Pies

What are we celebrating? Whatta' ya got? I suppose I always thought rock'n'roll would go out kicking and screaming. Nope. Barely a whimper.

The world seems to be ready to make nice with Donald Trump. I'm along for a long four year ride. You are, too.

If you think this old world moves fast, just wait. 

Love hard, my friends.

Temporarily Out Of Fashion

All the world's a stage and I was born in a trunk. Eyes wide open now, I head for the edge. Again. The phony concept of American exceptionalism has been replaced with a bad reality TV set. Really bad.

How high's the water, mama?

Well, in the parking garages in Miami it's up to your ankles.

Oh, the Chinese and their hoaxes! Thousand year old egg! Gag me with a chopstick.

What We Share

Dignity can't be faked. Nor wisdom. Life shapes you. Love shapes you more. You're only lucky when you know you're lucky. Sometimes I describe myself as a patient man. I'm not.

Are You Listenin', Reason?

Blessed with obsession, life frequently overwhelms me. Now Michio Kaku explains to me that God, with a capital G, is a math problem. Not to be outdone, I am hereby pronouncing Love a geography lesson.

Just as I was beginning to feel old because I don't dance much, it occurred to me that I never danced much. I remember that I won a dance contest at Alison Lewis' party in the eighth grade but I've always been suspicious that it might have been because her mom liked me.

We're down to a two party household for the holidays this year. Jamaica is gonna have to get used to all my love and all my attention. We don't fight much.

                                        

Angel's Last Ride

On a planet where pop stars pass over on a daily basis with Mondays off, sometimes it's hard to remember whether or not you have a purpose. Whether you ever had a purpose. Guard the palace, I suppose.

Broad shoulders and a southern drawl will get you on the radio but it won't bring you love.

I've dreamed more than a lifetime. Sometimes I dream so hard that it wakes me up. Sometimes I'm not sure which is the dream and which is the life. Is that me or is that the reflection in the mirror and the voice on the radio? What difference does it make?

We all want to believe in heaven. Try to book your passage while you still believe. Let's face it, that's all that counts. Everything's some form of energy and all energy is some form of love and if energy can be neither created nor destroyed, then all love is forever.

I love you.