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 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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I know when a day is going to be a good one if before I open my eyes my thoughts are about the 2 main characters in Book of Blues. Book of Blues is buoyed by character relationships. In one case, the relationship is so clear that the nicknames are Ying and Yang. There’s only [...]
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Prophet’s rebuilding a 3-wheeler, Marie is shaving down the carpet around the compartment doors on her brother’s bass boat, and since my handy man skill set consist of “being smart at lifting heavy things,” I’m on the sidelines out in the backyard at Prophet’s house chronicling the final steps of the great fishing boat restoration [...]
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My rush of daily posts while in Ft. Myers, Margaritaville has sadly turned to trickle of thoughts spilt bi-weekly during stolen moments. It’s 11pm on a Friday night and I”m about to write web copy for a high-priority project that got dumped into my lap. Client web copy usually isn’t in my job description at [...]
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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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I went into the national celebration called Black Wednesday not realizing how much I needed a release. The release came in moments wrapped up in ironies. Real ironies, not the poetic moments people mistake for ironies. Then again, I hold off on that because I might get to the end of this thought and mistake [...]
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“No. You’re a writer,” she supported. It only took those 4 simple words said in a back alley Broad Ripple bar around 2:15 AM by a supportive lady with designer blue eyes to Brian Wilson me into an emotional cocoon for the following ten days. Barenaked Ladies summed up the agonizing experience in the song, [...]
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It was last Thursday night at a local townie bar, Franklin House. The area’s oldest bar has been around since the 1860′s. Creaks and warps in the establishment’s flooring gives testament to the joint’s age, but the square footage, high ceilings and circa 1900 ceiling tiles add to the spacious feel – which is a [...]
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So I looked forward to my trip to Minneapolis. This was going to be a crossroads for Book of Blues. Good and great stuff keeps being said of Book of Blues. I need to hear something harsh. I don’t care how much I put into the book. Someone has to hate it eventually. Those people [...]
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“No. Pride won’t be my fall. I’m a Cubs’ fan. My heart was coming apart before I was born.” – Nat Finn. I dunno. I suppose everyone who claims to be a writer has either distractions posed as vices or vices posed as distractions. Many drink. Some just roll up in a bed and hide [...]
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My mother told me the news in that “I haven’t had a chance to tell him,” sort of way as we rode with my grandfather to our Sunday night dinner. I knew who my great uncle was more than I knew him. We were family though we weren’t that close. We weren’t distant – he [...]
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Back in the 1990′s, I got my cousin to listen to a abstract, coffee house hip-hip band from New York named Soul Coughing. Back in the early 2000′s, my cousin came to visit me when I lived in a place my world dubbed The Corn Crib. As we were playing Cornhole in The Corn Crib, [...]
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I didn’t know how bad my bad day was until my supervisor told me the news: “Did you hear?” “Hear what?” “Your boy, LeRoi Moore, died today.” It was August 19th, 2008. I was groaning over an ex-girlfriend’s birthday and over the thoughts that she was in the city (Chicago). Petty, figuring I haven’t seen [...]
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