I woke up in a cabin on a futon next to a stone fireplace, surrounded by many windows. The sun was fighting through the dense foilage to shed more light on my situation. And if I turn off this iPod and listen closely, I could hear Lake Michigan coming to rest along the nearby shore. [...]
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I can be vengeful. That doesn’t seem to dissipate with age. I wonder if it’s because I am writing the Book of Blues prequel and I share this trait with the main character. Without doubt I question whether my personal growth is frozen in this moment until the moment is written. Either way, the only [...]
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There wasn’t a part of my morning that wasn’t bombarded by a part of my professional life. The bombs came through email, out from twitter, along from Facebook, and standing along my my desk – all in multiple forms. The phone even rang. That’s never good. I had to cajole, negotiate, insist, persist, pistol whip, [...]
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A quiet, unassuming spring night in April. The NFL draft is consuming traditional media like it’s the NCAA Men’s Basketball Tournament, and around here, people are preparing for the now-Famous Dark Lord Day at Three Floyds Brewery. Life is placid for a few days. It only means one thing: time to escape to Big Country’s [...]
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Today was a bittersweet day for me. When I started playing around with Social Media tools, I used Picasso’s Old Guitarist as my gravatar – a filler till I decided whether or not I liked these tools. But as with many things in my life, I got attached to the picture. Then again, I’ve almost [...]
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Some parts of my Book of Blues come from experience. And some parts of the blues book come from research. And there’s a little “other roads traveled” fantasies and truths cut-in for flavor. And sometimes, my blues book ideas come from mischievous curiosity. Take last weekend in Indy. I went down to watch a reunion [...]
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(I’m working towards this scene, but forgetting to rest as I go) I woke up, got prepared for a meeting in New Buffalo, MI, and called to confirm. They answered, said it would be better if I backed it up a day, and I was none more thankful. Now I’m backing up my trip to [...]
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So when I finally got to my seats at the Church of Baseball – Wrigley, I ended up sitting in the denomination’s front office seats along Scouts’ Row. Section 22, Aisle 6. “Ended up sitting?” Yeah, ended up sitting. “End” would imply a journey, and the implication would be correct because in this case, the [...]
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Link to “Oldold Man’s Never Been to Fenway – Part 1″ My aunt and uncle just took a tour of New England. One night put them close to the college town in Maine where I was born. She called from near my hometown and I asked her if she would take me pictures of the [...]
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A friday night in Duneland. The place: Valparaiso, IN. Much like how the card game Euchre grasped our area forefathers’ attention, “Bags” has Pied Pipered the state of Indiana. Also known as “Cornhole” or “Bean Bags,” Bags has worked its way from the college towns into the fabric of every mill town, state road intersection [...]
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Sometimes when I’m hanging out with my lifelong friends I feel like I’m at a tourist attraction. They start talkin’ ’bout cars and box head wrenches and I go, “I believe you.” Take the fun I had with Prophet n ‘Country last night for instance: I called Prophet as I was getting in my two-year-old [...]
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I was Half-asleep on a Friday night and halfway through half a sub when ‘Country called. “Whatcha doin’?” “Just got home from work n eatin’.” “Well, wolf it down ‘n come out to the Pub n wait for Prophet with me. We’re gonna go check out the Hookah lounge.” So I take my time and [...]
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“Welcome back, Finn. We moved up some deadlines while you were on vacation. You can check your email later.” And like that, it was time to go headlong back into the grind. I tried not to let go of the feeling of still being in Ft. Myers, Margritavile. The task was made more arduous by [...]
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