Day: May 2, 2017

Who Would You Rather?

We used to play a game: who would you rather have stuck with you on a deserted island?

We began with ‘Gilligan’s Island’. Who would you rather have with you, Ginger or Mary Ann?

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Well, neither, some answered. Give me the Professor. He can get us the hell off the island, or help us survive. Conversely, the conversation turned to, who is the most useless, that you can do without? Well, those rich peckerheads, the Howells.

Which brings me around to today. From the Trump White House, who would you rather have with you on a deserted island: Jeff Sessions, the orange Donald, Betsy DeVos, Steve Bannon or Sean Spicer?

Take your time and give it some thought. I’m not responsible for any gagging, puking or sleepless nights the question causes you.

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May!

Hey writers, it’s May!

You didn’t know? Sorry, I didn’t mean to spring it on you. Guess I should have included a spoiler alert.

I’m lovin’ May so far. Here in Ashlandia, the rain has ceased. We’re in a delightfully pleasant crease of weather, greenery, fresh air and blooms. ‘Spring’, some call it.

Whatever, the days are longer and sunshine rich. The furnace didn’t kick on last night, one of the traditional signs of spring arriving here. That warmth, long days and sunshine platter feeds my writing and creative energies, enabling a surge of writing like crazy.

How ’bout you? Do you find the seasons, weather or daylight affects your writing?

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Today’s Theme Music

Nineteen seventy-four: I had my license and a car. The car was a nineteen sixty-five Mercury Comet sedan. Forest green and an automatic, its two eighty-nine V-8 hustled me around the hills of southern West Virginia.

I graduated high school. My wife, who was then my girlfriend, was a year behind me, and had gone to Europe for a month. I was working odd jobs at the oil and gas distribution center when the Air Force recruiter called me. What the hell, I decided, and enlisted.

It was a shock to my girlfriend. It was a shock to everyone.

It wasn’t the greatest decision, an impulse because I was impatient to get out of there, to be free, to be my own person, impatience that still haunts me.

There’s no doubt what song represents that year best: ‘You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet’, by Bachman-Turner Overdrive. I used to sing it to my girlfriend, to entertain her.

Yes, we were in love.

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