Book of Blues Prequel

I”m not gifted. I’m not talented. Not today. Probably not tomorrow. Then again, I could be wrong. The family’s been around due to the MLK holiday. The normal peace and quiet didn’t enter into my day until late. I feel a little less in control on those days. But as I bantered back in forth [...]

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I’m on Southwest Flight 138 in Fort Myers, headed for Chicago w a stop in St Louis. And my judgment is skewed, subjected to my bittersweetness of leaving oldold man Finn, my love for my second home – Ft. Myers, Margaritaville – and claustrophobic barriers being pummeled by an unusual selection of self-centered passangers not [...]

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Ever since oldold man Finn woke up sick after our gulf-to-ocean-and-back road trip, I’ve been consumed by the question:  “Legacy or Longevity?” In a couple hours, I’m going to go back into Book of Blues. I’m finally in uncharted territories. I know where’s it’s going. I know how it’s gonna end. But I don’t know [...]

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So I was falling asleep on the couch after dinner Saturday night as oldold man Finn watched The Lawrence Welk Show. An uncommon occurrence indeed. Somewhere ’round the end of “Huckabee” I woke up with a tune in my head. I thought the tune was played on The Lawrence Welk Show, but then I remembered [...]

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I woke up today still jazzed that oldold man Finn and I actually decided to roadtrip from the Gulf of Mexico to the Atlantic Ocean and back. How many times does that get to happen? I woke up today ready to write about the mushroom clouds of smoke and the apocalyptic haze we drove through [...]

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