Why would somebody use the phrase, “whispers in the wind?” I’d say it’s usually to illustrate futility or loss. And I’d also say, it’s an ideal way to get that point across. Whispers in the wind have no chance of being heard. But whispers spoken into itching ears? That’s a wind of a different color. You’ve probably done it. Because I believe, on one … Read the rest…
Probably most everybody has been affected by this at least once. I have. And I’m talkin’ about what others have said about you. And how you’ve been negatively affected by it. I’m grateful, to my Dad, for giving me some priceless advice about that. And that was essentially this: “Don’t let what others have said get stuck in your head.” The reason we had … Read the rest…
If I’m elected, I’ll do my best to restore whirled peas. And bring hominy to every household. Because, c’mon people. Can’t we all just get along? After all, we’re one race. So, that’s a great starting point. And speaking of whirled peas and hominy. Let’s talk about how segregation can be a useful tool. That shouldn’t offend anybody. Right? Hello? Hey, I’m talkin’ about … Read the rest…
Here’s sort of a definition for the expression “to tempt the fates.” To do something you know to be dangerous, or probably be dangerous. Patrice thought driving that old car would tempt the fates; it was sure to break down. Yeah, that says it pretty well. And I wanna talk about two important dates I think you shouldn’t ignore. Just in case you’d rather not … Read the rest…
There’s more to life than stuff. OK. There. I said it. And I defy you (or anyone) to prove me wrong. Because you can’t. Yeah, there’s more to life than fixins. Fixins are just a Southern way of sayin’ stuff. Not that I have anything against stuff. Believe me. I’ve got plenty of stuff. Just like most Americans. More than I need. And even … Read the rest…
It’s March 17, 2023 as I write this. So, here’s an Irish toast for ya. “May your day be touched by a bit of Irish luck, brightened by a song in your heart and warmed by the smiles of the people you love.” By the way, I don’t believe in Irish luck. Or any other kind of luck, for that matter. But I’ll not … Read the rest…
I worked in a disco. Yep. It’s true. I was a bartender. And I also worked as what they called a “floorwalker.” That was one of the guys who (you guess it) walked around the floor to make sure they were having a good time and behaving. And at the end of the night, I sang Better Off Dead. (Are you with me so … Read the rest…