In 2016 an angel could have visited me and said, “Oh, you who are highly favored, you have been blessed with stage IV lung cancer” and I would have said, “What!”
they’ll have this written bit of history to rely on as the story gets retold in the future when the number of squirrels killed and the size of the trout will likely grow exponentially with each retelling
As the whole world goes crazy, and for once that’s not an exaggeration, I prepare for the third day of Georgia’s Spring Gobbler season.
My wife found this long lost poem when cleaning out a drawer filled with old papers. I wrote this during my first semester in college.
And for one brief shining moment all the worries and troubles of the world were gone. The picture of our smiles says it all.
tell them about a guy you read about who is having the time of his life after being diagnosed with stage IV lung cancer – and is still going strong 3 years later
Personally, I’d hate to see the US invade Venezuela. But then my granddaughters are all in the US. Funny how human nature works. You can justify just about anything as long as it’s somebody else suffering or you’re benefiting from the injustice.
My wife and I fell in love at Disney Springs. I remember the exact moment. It was during the 3rd song we danced to played by one of the various bands set up around the lake. Since that first night, I've often wondered why these musicians haven't become household names. They sound as good, maybe better, than the musicians performing on the award shows. Valentine's night Mary and I returned to Disney Springs. My old buddy Jack Daniels was talking to me as Mary and I enjoyed the sounds of Mighty Swell, who played in an open venue on the sidewalk, and Crystal at the bar next to Planet Hollywood, when the thought occurred to me that all these musicians were missing was their own original music. So as we sat listening to Crystal's clear, ringing voice, I wrote the female version of the poem/lyrics that follow. While I was writing I was getting a lot of encouragement from my old buddy Jack. I was sure I'd penned a #1 hit Valentine's night. Not so sure now. But maybe you'll enjoy and maybe, just maybe, someone will put it to music. Wouldn't that be grand?
We look at the extreme example of Venezuela and think that could never happen here. Venezuelans thought the same thing, just ask my brothers-in-law.
My wife and I had come from South Georgia to Central Florida to help out with Mom and Dad so my sister, who provides care for my parents, could finally take a guilt free, well earned trip with her husband to ski in Vermont. Dad is incontinente and suffers from late stage Alzheimer's. He can … Continue reading The Christmas Shit Storm