The Sum

The Sum


We are capable of love

And then we hate

We build

And then we destroy

We make money

And then we spend it

We trick ourselves into thinking we are getting ahead

But for every nickel made, a nickel is spent.

There are those of us who keep trying, striving to make things better for all.

There are those of us who only try to make things worse.







We are born

And we die

The net sum to it all?


Or nothing.




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Our Definition

Our Definition

When we are in bliss, emotional or physical, we assign it a name…


When in torture or pain of the same nautre, it is called something else…


When we are somewhere in between, neither bliss nor torture we call it…

Life on Earth…

For what’s worth

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Your Worth

Your Worth

We were taught at an early age to think of others. To put ourselves behind others. To put our feelings behind others. Don’t worry about ourselves. Just put others ahead of ourselves.

I think there is merit in that line of thinking. We cannot think of only ourselves.

We do have think of ourselves.

Look up to ourselves.

Put ourselves on a pedestal.

We have to be our favorite person.

If we don’t like who we are…

Then we will never like anyone else.


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The Questionnaire

The Questionnaire

   I was sitting in some office the other day filling out one of those check the box forms.

You know the ones.

Married, Single, Young, Old.

One of those that tries to put you in a box by making you check a box.

It was easy enough.

Question: Sex

Answer? Yes

Question: Male / Female.


That’s when it got all confusing, all the politically correct answers, all the…should I do this or that?…Can I go into a women’s restroom if I am dressed as a man? Or a men’s restroom if I’m dressed as a woman?

Can I legally smoke dope in the restroom if I’m dressed as a woman? Or dressed as a man?

Can I legally smoke dope at all?

Well, those last couple of questions weren’t on the questionnaire, but I think you get my point. I am getting old.

What the !#@%# is going on?



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Who You Are

Who You Are

       Who you are, the person people will come to know and like or dislike, is born in the early morning hours or in the bed just before you go to sleep. On the weekends when the family is gone and you are all alone.

Who you are is the person you are in your spare time. What you do when you don’t have to do anything.

Are you making the yard look better?

Are you putting up a building?

Learning how to cook?

Tearing down a car engine?

Writing a story over and again?

The ones of us who make themselves known, the ones who make a difference, are the ones who are working behind the scenes, out of the glare of the camera to make themselves better. Whether it’s a carpenter learning to cut the perfect angle, an engineer learning to design the perfect tool for the carpenter, the surgeon learning the new procedure or the writer, the singer, the football player or the boxer. The list goes on.

Or whether it’s the loser, the druggie, the world’s biggest failure, there is one thing that stands out…

You are who you are when no one is looking.


Not a judgment by any means as I am far from perfect. Just an observation.


What do you think? I need to hear it!



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Sleepy Time

Sleepy Time

I wasn’t going to write anything at all tonight, but I put on one of my favorite computer apps, the box fan, to drown out the noise so I could think.

As is my gift and or curse, that got me to thinking.

Thinking about how I came to depend on the sound of the fan.

I grew up in a time and place without air conditioners, or at least where they were few and far between. In the old farm houses where they were installed, they were the window units and, as the insulation was not nearly what it is today, which is to say nearly nonexistent, the units really did little to cool the house. They did, however, still serve to run up the electric bill.

We didn’t have them in our house. What we did have, when the air got hot, were a plethora of window and floor fans. They were, as the saying goes, hot and cold.

I can remember sitting under the breeze of a daytime fan as it did little more than dry the sweat from my face. Just blowing hot air around. It’s little wonder people spent most of their time outside back in those days.

I can also remember, even in the height of summer, waking up shivering as the fan poured in that cool morning air. I can’t describe it. Cool and crisp, as cold as any wind you’ve ever felt. It’s July and I’d get out of bed shivering.

All the things I have written about – I hope at least some of you know what I am talking about – are not why I started this. I am a writer. I cannot simply say a man went down the street and bought a soda. I have to make sure you know everything there is about the journey to buy the soda, his reasons for needing to buy the soda and how his breath would smell after he bought the soda.

What I became accustomed to growing up, what I have been addicted to as an adult, is the sound of a fan when I am trying to concentrate or trying to sleep.

Especially trying to sleep. We have central heat and air these days. We don’t need a fan in every window to keep the house cool.

But it’s there, on the floor, next to my bed, making noise.

I don’t even need the air.

Just need the noise.

Since I am writing this to the sound of a fan, white noise app, I must assume that I  am not alone.



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A Message to my Children

Just because everyone else is doing it, doesn’t make it the right thing to do.

Just because no one else is doing it, doesn’t make it the wrong thing to do.

You’re too young to know the difference now, my child.

I just hope when you do know, you have the courage to make the right decision.

Courage isn’t doing what everything thinks you should do.

Courage isn’t not doing what everyone thinks you should not do.

Courage is doing what you think is the right thing to do…

Not doing what you think is the wrong thing to do…

And being willing to accept the consequences if you are wrong.

Thanks for reading




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Own It

Own It

   If you can’t own who’ve you been and accept who you are, then you will never become the person you want or need to be.

A wise man said that…

Or was it someone who’d had a few drinks?

It gets so confusing…

Especially after you’ve had a few drinks…


Thanks for listening,


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Around the Keg

Around the Keg

Do you know how many times

I have fallen down

And skinned my knee?

Gotten back up

And refilled my beer

Then, went to pee?


Thank God I don’t remember.



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Good Advice and Sayings

Good Advice and Sayings

There are a lot of catchy phrases out there, ones that have been around for a long time and will likely endure as long as people strive to live and write.

I’d like to go over a few of my favorites…

This can and will be adult material…

You have been warned…


You are what you eat.

Which makes you a dick, pussy, ass, meatloaf or pot roast just depending on the circumstances of your life.

Early to bed, Early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Yeah? Tell that to the Rolling Stones. Or George Straight. Or Willie Nelson… the list goes on. You get my point.

(Yes, I don’t have permission to use their names. I will pay them later if this blog becomes that big).

A stitch in time saves nine.

I don’t even know or care what the fuck that means.

A penny saved is a penny earned.

Actually good advice, except you should be working for more than pennies and then investing pennies until you have all your pennies invested into something only to see that the thing you invested in went tits up and you lost everything and you lost all your pennies.

Maybe that one hit too close to home.

A penny saved is a penny earned is a penny earned is good advice.

I also like the phrase “going tits up” even though I have no idea what that means, either. I will borrow a line from a movie. “Who doesn’t like tits?” There’s a reason why there are billion websites dedicated to the tits. (This is another blog in the making).

I realize my words have been scattered. I ramble. I often write to make points. This time out has not been one of those times. I hope  you see the humor in all of this.






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