The Boss is singing, Growing Up and I’ve got it cranked. It is a live performance and Bruce has a genius for connecting with dreams of hope and life’s accompanying despair. This has nothing to do with what’s on my mind, but if you were born anywhere near NYC, his...
I know I write about writing too much and it kind of annoys me, too. It’s hard, because I consider it such a privilege to sit here by myself, lost in some thoughts I’ve been banging around, then I write in the best way I know how at that moment and press a button....
I don’t know if I’m going to have enough time to get a story down, but let’s give it a whack. I have been wanting to write about my tattoo for quite a while now. Crap. Peter Gabriel just started singing a song called Biko and it is one of those pieces of music that...
Don’t ask me why, but I have been thinking whether I had any real hobbies when I was a kid. I pretended to be a doctor when I was around eleven, but got bored before risking any malpractice. Now, you have to keep in mind this was during the Fifties, so don’t be...
