Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, June 4, 2020, 8:54 a.m. This morning I’ve been thinking about significant things I learned from obscure sources. For instance, my highly detailed views on various shades of color derive from very large boxes of Crayolas. “Well, it’s like navy blue, but I think it’s really closer to midnight.” Also, I …
Category: Life
Works for Me
Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, May 2, 2020, 11:28 a.m. The times demand resourcefulness. Me? I invented a cocktail. I’m not a big drinker these days, but occasionally it helps me sleep soundly and without dreams. Occasionally I put some bourbon in a mug of coffee, but the weather is getting warmer, and the java and …
Dreeeaaaam, Dream, Dream, Dreeeaaaam …
Clinton, South Carolina, Tuesday, April 28, 2020, 8:48 a.m. She was a level-headed dancer / On the road to alcohol / And I was just a soldier / On my way to Montreal … That I think a lot about John Prine songs is in part because he recently died, but it’s also because I …
What Comes to Mind Today
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, April 9, 2020, 11:28 a.m. If the country is pulling together, you can’t prove it by Facebook. I’ll stop blaming President Twitter when he stops blaming everyone else. The best reason to watch replays of old sporting events is that at least it’s sports. The worst thing is that everyone knows …
Dre-e-e-e-eam, Dream, Dream, Dre-eam
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, March 26, 2020, 11:29 a.m. Last night I dreamed in peaceful sleep of shady summertime of old dogs, and children, and watermelon wine. – Tom T. Hall I wish. Two nights ago, I dreamed I was covering a soccer match, and players started stopping in their tracks and falling unconscious to …
The Age of Chicken Little
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, March 22, 2020, 9:16 a.m. Everywhere people say the sky is falling. Never mind that it is. Mostly, when my “land line” rings, it is either my mother or someone who wants my money. I hang up so often, one would in earlier times think me inconsiderate. My cell plays tricks, …
Bah to All the Humbugs
Clinton, South Carolina, Sunday, March 15, 2020, 1:24 p.m. Two weeks ago, I sent an email to every official I could think of around the county, asking what provisions were being made for the impending coronavirus spread. The great majority did not dignify my request with a reply. A few answered constructively. About the same …
While I Breathe, I Hope
Clinton, South Carolina, February 29, 2020, 11:54 a.m. Life is fatal for everyone. I have reached the age where I am one germ away from disaster. I suppose this is somewhat true for everyone, but more of a worry as people age. As such, I am wary but unafraid. The so-called coronavirus is not a …
Old Times Come to Me Once More
Clinton, South Carolina, Friday, February 21, 2020, 11:20 a.m. Everything I’ve done this morning leads me in the direction of a song. I posted some thoughts on Facebook, and two people noted that it sounded like a song could be written from it. I am thus presently thinking about one. As soon as I finished …
This Life I Have Found
Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, January 9, 2020, 10:59 a.m. For some reason, I make big decisions quickly. I think it through, sleep on it, get up thoughtful, and decide what I want to do. What I agonize over is small decisions. Deciding what I’m in the mood for at dinner – I never heard it …
Nightrider's Lament 