The title of this week’s original song I penned in 1976, it comes with a story (I’m a writer, of course it does). The scene is a little dive bar on Canal Street in Nogales, Mexico. The bartender was asleep when I entered through the shimmering red, white and green beads. There were three cracked-leatherContinue reading “Cantina Lady”
Category Archives: original thought
The End
The end is not near, it’s already here. We all have thoughts on how the world may end someday. Disease, war, pick your poison. There are so many movies depicting different ways the planet will be destroyed, and it seems like as many movies as there are, so are the different demises depicted. Flood, hurricanes,Continue reading “The End”
Take THAT Diabetes!
Today is a watershed moment in my climb back to normalcy as I prepare for my round of golf this morning. It is going to be sunny and 70 degrees here in Arizona and that does not suck. I will be attempting to play golf for the first time in about 2 years. My legContinue reading “Take THAT Diabetes!”
Fishing
Fish are great, but I think fishing is better. The whole ritual of having your tackle and gear and checking your fish nets, lures, and let’s not forget waders for standing in the midst of a slow-moving stream stocked full of German Brownies and Rainbow Trout. Bait were salmon eggs and Velveeta (rolled into littleContinue reading “Fishing”
Play Like a Girl
A few years back, I can’t recall exactly who, but one of the major golf companies had an ad campaign featuring the great Annika Sorenstam (or it could have been Michelle Wie), both amazing athletes, and the gist of the commercials was the concept in sports “play like a girl.” Now, when I was growingContinue reading “Play Like a Girl”
Speak Up!
Keeping with the schedule, I am reciting another excerpt today from my first book Emotions: Not your Mama’s ABC’s! and I invite you to examine yet another twisted side of my psyche. I did the first two stories under the letter “A” so today, under the letter “B” I have included the single, (but powerfulContinue reading “Speak Up!”
Mea Culpa
I apologize. I didn’t even have to receive a thump upside my noggin by Karen. In my post this past Sunday on musicals, I referenced a “gay gene” contributing for my love of the theater. You would think in this day and age (that is an OLD person’s saying) that a learned individual (guilty asContinue reading “Mea Culpa”
No More Tomorrows
The title of this weeks’ original song was actually a collaboration between my brother Ed and I. Ed had the melody bouncing around his gourd and had started on the lyrics. I basically finished the melody and added a chorus. We finished the lyrics together over a bottle of Stolichnaya and some Marin County Greenbud.Continue reading “No More Tomorrows”
Musicals
I must have a gay gene in me somewhere. I love musicals and I love Barbra Streisand, so that probably seals it. I appreciate all the work involved in producing entertainment and coordinating the talents and resources of others who are just as enthralled with the whole process as everyone else involved with the theater.Continue reading “Musicals”
Baby Steps
I took my first steps without the aid of a walker or cane today. It is the first time I have been able to perambulate in 16 months. One more time God: Thank you. The doctor spent most of my appointment time explaining the details and machinations of my new prosthetic leg, one that allowsContinue reading “Baby Steps”
