For a long time I sang for my supper. And breakfast, lunch, and snacks. And I sang for my monthly bills, my gasoline consumption, and even my cool clothes. When you can pay your way as a musician, do you know what they call you? Yeah, somebody who should get a real job. Wait a second! That’s not right. They call you a professional … Read the rest…
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There are better times ahead. No doubt (or two ways) about it. I guarantee it. But there IS a catch. You knew there would be a catch. Right? The better times ahead aren’t for everybody. Nope. There will be miserable times for most people. But, for a few, there will be better times ahead. And better than they’ve ever known before. And before you … Read the rest…
I don’t fly the unfriendly skies anymore. Because I don’t wanna be stuck in an unsanitary tube, soaring through the air at 35000 feet up, with a passenger list that includes people who hate each other and God. But, hey, that’s probably just me. Anyway… Here’s why I bring up my aversion to airline travel (the same is true for just about any mass … Read the rest…
If you’ve ever driven through Wichita, Kansas, you might have noticed there are some flat parts. In fact, I don’t know how many times I’ve heard people diss Kansas with comments like, “It’s so flat.” But I just smile to myself as I remember struggling to ride my Western Flyer up those East Kansas hills on my way to the swimming pool. And I … Read the rest…
Here’s a book description written by a real faker: As a dragon, I greet each day with a dance at dawn, a ritual that has become an essential part of my routine. I rise from my slumber in the mountains, stretching my wings and flexing my claws as the first rays of sunlight touch the land. I spread my wings wide and begin my … Read the rest…
You and I are the source for all the bad stuff going on in the world. OK, maybe you and I didn’t personally start any of the wars. And maybe you and I didn’t personally abduct any small children and sell them as sex slaves. Matter of fact, you and I didn’t personally “elect” a vacuous, lame-brained puppet to the highest office in America … Read the rest…
OK, I admit it. I’m a dreamer. And all my life I’ve had a tendency to romanticize the relational side of life. But I’ve never wished upon a star. Because, for one, I’m not a puppet who’s ever dreamed of being a real boy. And, secondly, a star is a lifeless lump of some kind of mixture of minerals. Not a source of magical, … Read the rest…