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A Different Sign of Aging

I went to a funeral today. It was for the mother of a very dear friend. On the drive out there it occurred to me that within the past few years several of my friends have had to say goodbye to one of their parents. When I was in my twenties I remember going to a few funerals for parents of friends but it was clear to all that these men/women had died at very young ages. Things have definitely changed, because now our parents are not so young anymore. You wouldn't necessarily call them old, but they have reached that place where they are again in the "in between" place that people sometimes hit. People in their seventies, I am not quite sure how to "categorize" them. Don't know if there is a need, but when you are stuck in traffic sometimes your head wanders to all sorts of different places. Incidentally these posts are blowing up on the other blog: The Moments Matter How To Be A Man Two Things That Are Killing Twitter

Saturday Night Music Mix

It Ain't Me, Babe-Johnny Cash with June Carter Cash Why Should I Care- Diana Krall Cornflake Girl- Tori Amos A Face In The Crowd- Tom Petty The Battle Of Evermore-Led Zeppelin Hang On Sloopy-The McCoys I'm Going Slightly Mad- Queen Lady Jane- The Rolling Stones Wish You Were Here- Pink Floyd Me or Him- Roger Waters The Etiquette of Unfriending The Cost Of Comfort You Made Yourself Look Stupid How To Give The Gift of Gratitude- Thank You


Anger doesn't describe my mood nor do rage, or fury but sometimes words fail us. So I sit here in silence thinking about what has happened and wondering what the best response to the current conditions would be. I prefer to be proactive and am not a fan of being reactive but this particular predicament prevents that sort of push and those who I would have called upon for counsel are gone. Not sure that I really care about that because ultimately the decision will come back to me and I am confident about the choices I choose to make. Life is more than interesting now. We shall see how it develops and where it goes.

The Fire Burns Bright

Been sifting through the posts here that are labeled Fragments of Fiction so that I can try to confirm they are all backed up and protected from being lost. It is not because I intend to delete this blog or have any plans to abandon it, but things happen. I could always decide to walk away, Blogger could disappear or more likely they could delete/remove/suspend this account for any reason they choose. Again, I have no reason to believe this will happen but experience has taught me to not rely solely upon my gut. As shocking as it may sound, sometimes I am proven and or found to be wrong. Yeah, I know it is surprising but it has happened more than once and probably will again. So my goal is to do what I can to protect myself and my work. Sometimes I figure screw it, no one but me will notice if it disappears or if I never write again. Sometimes I think about hanging up the keyboard and starting over somewhere else. New beginnings are kind of fun and I have had a few during the

Bad Headline

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Just Shut Up And Vote

Just told more friends and family to suck it up and shut up. I don't care what you think of Romney/Obama or Obama/Romney. Just shut up. I voted. I voted with my conscience and with thought. I voted with intent and with purpose. I am an Independent and I cross party lines without a second thought. Don't care if the Democrats favor or oppose any more than I care if the Republicans do. That is because I vote base upon the issue. The question is never whether the party supports it but whether it is good for America. Will it help educate/feed/clothe/house/defend the people without creating major issues elsewhere. Will it make healthcare more affordable or will people go bankrupt trying to take care of themselves and their families. ++++ I have little tolerance for most of the political crap that people try to feed me. When I am nice I am self deprecating about it and describe myself as being a bit of a snob, but that is not fair to me. That is because I didn't sleep