Arguably my finest hour. I was playing Your Song by Elton John, and as I was finishing the last chorus, Karen nodded to me and directed my attention to the bartender. She was a pretty young blonde girl and she explained that her grandfather’s favorite song for his wife was this same song. You alreadyContinue reading “I Made a Girl Cry”
Category Archives: Short stories
Knowing When to Quit
Never. I would love to say I am such a noble individual and that I do not believe in quitting under any circumstances. I would dearly love to say it, but it is a falsehood. I have quit at certain times in my life, or more accurately, I just didn’t care enough to fight orContinue reading “Knowing When to Quit”
Another Letter to Robin Meade
As many of you know who follow my crazy blog, I always invite Robin Meade, the perky little Newsbabe from HLN’s Morning News program whenever I play a gig. Not surprisingly, she missed my show at the Sycamore Springs Nursing home last week despite my invitation. Here goes: Hi Robin: It is me, Maddogg. IContinue reading “Another Letter to Robin Meade”
Cheers
I take shots at pretty much everything here, on my little, tiny piece of the internet. I don’t bullshit, despite possessing one of the world’s greatest stockpiles of it. I don’t give a shit about politics; I usually let the Domestic Despot send in our ballots, that is how interested I am. Besides, let’s faceContinue reading “Cheers”
Procrastinating
I am the personification of procrastination….now. Not before I retired. I have severed lucrative business deals because of a tardy meeting. I am such a stickler for it, probably anal about it. But NOW, hell, I might get around to whatever whenever. I like it this way. I get lost all the time. With theContinue reading “Procrastinating”
Mr. Big (mouth)
I left a lucrative career in the food service industry for the opportunity to start up my own company, in this adventure, a contracting/construction business in northwest Ohio. I mean I started this company from the ground up. Not far removed from my pool shark days of Las Vegas, I went to a local tavernContinue reading “Mr. Big (mouth)”
Q is for Quandary
Should I, or shouldn’t I? What to do?…what to do?… Usually, a quandary represented the right thing to do versus what I would eventually end up doing. I knew I was going to get caught when I tried shoplifting a pair of cool bell bottoms from a store. My buddy and I did not countContinue reading “Q is for Quandary”
I Refuse to Live in Fear
It started, for me, with the Columbine High School massacre. Up until then, I don’t fully remember the previous mass school shootings, but I’m sure we had them. I wasn’t afraid to walk into a high school after that. The club shooting in Florida? For a musician and performing artist, I am not afraid toContinue reading “I Refuse to Live in Fear”
A Great Day
What is your barometer for a good day? Temperature? That’s an easy one. I have great days that saw me literally climbing walls while sitting in a chair (thank you John Prine). There was five feet of snow on the ground, and it was ten below. But I had a great day. Where do weContinue reading “A Great Day”
Burned in My Memory
Out of the sum total of our lives, there are a few things that are burned in our memories in varying degrees. Your first date. Your first kiss. Your wedding, children, I could go on and on. Unless you are like the Domestic Despot, my beloved Karen, and can remember everything in detail, but sheContinue reading “Burned in My Memory”
