Oh, enough about politics, huh?
How about things in life that are good?
Gas is getting high enough that people, even people in Texas, are using public transportation and driving less. It rained almost 2” in the last 24 hours. I am married to the most wonderful person I know; we’re going out for lobster tonight – Just the two of us, there may be hanky panky involved afterwards, (Does eating Lobster generate endorphins?). Baseball is still a gas. I got more guitars in my building pipeline than I can shake a stick at, and they’re all coming along fine. My hand doesn’t go numb any more. Food for the Poor is doing fantastic work in the Caribbean and South America. Nothing but Nets is handing out tens of thousands of life saving sleep nets to families all over Africa. When you re-read Mountains Beyond Mountains, it’s as amazing as the very first time. Smoked paprika is the secret to many things. A custom Strat thrown over your shoulder will make you feel like Pete Townsend. Bare feet feel great after a long day walking on concrete. Our backyard, on our little 1/6th of an acre, is like a tiny jewel; a park, an oasis in the midst of suburban kitsch. My car is covered in hail dents and I think it looks cool. My cats like each other; no, really… Baby squirrels are amazingly cute, even though they remind me of that ad from the Stupor Bowl. My family can still get together for a reunion and have too much fun, and nobody gets bent for long in the process. I have guitar making friends all over the world; I could go to England, Norway, Scotland, Canada, New Zealand, Australia, Bosnia, Thailand, and all over the US and hang with fellow builders. My wife is incredibly sexy, and we like the same stuff. We finish each other’s sentences; I never question the fact that we love each other madly and will be together forever: Did I mention that she’s way sexy? I can memorize my part in a 36 page script and pretty much repeat them accurately, and when I don’t, I can fake it well enough to get by. All our kids are wonderful people, as are those they are close to.
And last but not least: Some people are like slinkies; they’re not really good for anything, but you can’t help but smile when you push ‘em down the stairs…
Life is good.