I came really close to starting the Book of Blues Prequel yesterday, but as the Jack Johnson line quoted in this post’s title would indicate, the day was lost in regards to writing – as with many days in the past. Now that I think about it, I swear I’ve heard the line before I [...]
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It’s early afternoon here just off the island. Though Ernest Hemimgway never stepped foot on neither Sanibel or Captiva Island, the official Ernest Hemingway Festival can be found out here during the summer because the local Chamber of Commerce decided to do what Key West presumably didn’t do: get the Hemingway estate’s blessing. I’d guess [...]
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The first two chapters in the Book of Blues Prequel have been completed. Two chapters in and I already have to tweak my Book of Blues to tie them together seemlessly. But I’m excited. I have the Book of Blues Prequel outline sketched and within a couple pages of writing, I’ve already went to a [...]
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In beat with previous concessions, instead of lacing up walking shoes and working up a sweat, I’m engaged in oldold man Finn’s favorite long-standing Saturday Night tradition: watching The Lawrence Welk Show My aunt is grumbling over the fact that there’s still 20 minutes to go. My mom is pointing out the comb-overs: “poor guys.” [...]
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I overslept, missed the ride to Sanibel Island and so instead of swimming in the gulf of Mexico, I’m catching up on episodes of CSI while I wait for the heat of the day pass on by. Man, Peterson leaving the show. Besides him being a Cubs fan, he can stoneface bad pre-show puns like [...]
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In the spirit of great Christmas traditions of yesteryear, the morning started out with a festive Christmas breakfast of omlets, crouissants, coffee cakes n fruit salads. I would have shared more if I had woken up and partken in the meal. After a quick snacking catchup, I put on the holiday essentials and trekked out [...]
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The Finns were sitting in the pews waiting for the Christmas Eve evening service to start when I noticed that the congregation kept requesting obscure pre-service hymns that were on pages that were prime numbers, “Page 41,” and “Page 67,” and 53, 43… It triggered my impish side. I was wondering playful nitpickity things like, [...]
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Jimmy Buffet’s slide guitar intro to “Tin Cup Chalice” started looping in my head as I slid out of the backseat of my grandfather’s classic Grand Marquis and beelined for the shore, hastily taking taking the snapshot of the establishment (I forgot to ask the owner for permission to publish it. I’ll have to ask [...]
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After an hour and a half of being cheated out of victories of Crazy 8′s by an opponent who would draw instead of playing her 8s – way to go, ma – we started seeing a beautiful Mecca: a fading sun sparkling off the gulf waters. Then I saw some islands…but my guard wasn’t down. [...]
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one hour layover in St. Louis, MO. I should say it’s torture to be here just because I’m a Cubs fan but the truth is that this town ain’t that bad. At least this time I’ll be leaving here in an airplane. See, last time I was at Lambert-St. Louis International Airport (by the way, [...]
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We board in ten minutes. I’m starting to relax a little, but the competitor in me won’t let me celebrate put my feet into the sand n water if the gulf shores. I’m still tense enough to the point that when u was going to the bathroom, I went looking for my work key FOB [...]
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I’m finally on the way to Ft. Myers, Margaritaville. It’s ten to 8 on a bright, frozen 8-degree morning. Perfect NFL weather, but not for riding a shuttle bus to Chicago Midway International Airport. Couple that with the fact the bus driver has us taking backroads through Gary to get to the next station… I [...]
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