Funny Thing

It’s a funny thing, my attitude into the day, the week, When I first wake, it often comes crashing down…the list is long, things rush into my mind, My kids, my divorce, a few nagging work issues, the state of my community, the state, the country, the many conflict areas of the world, No shit, …

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What I Do

This blog, and writing in general, it’s what I do. I mean, I’ve got a day job too, working stiff, what I’d call “business operations” just now, it’s a good gig, fine folks, lots of upside, lots of learning, a higher purpose, I drank the Kool-Aid for sure…”the promise of better health, diseases cured, through …

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Feed The People: Part Three

It’s all been gathered. It’s all been done. About 30 volunteers. About 300 miles in loops shuttling food to sort center and cold storage. Now it’s time to execute. Now it’s time to feed the people. Turkeys reign supreme in the freezer truck Ready for final load Left over, won’t go to waste Two of …

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Feed The People: Part Two

Amazing day of collective effort and generosity. Various volunteers, long hours, and grocery store shoppers willing to donate food and cash to support those in need. Today we pull in the rest of the food needed, by hook or by crook, let’s feed the people. Modest Start, Saturday Past a couple boxes of produce, the …

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Split Decision

That’s what it takes, that’s the way to make it the world go around, split decision. Precious few hours with your kids, workday done, leave it at work, spin toward what matters, split decision, for your kids, family, Sharp pain in the neck, center back, stalled out distracted car ride home, not worth it, no …

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Lyrics Post: “Ceiling Unlimited”

This song, another sneaky sleeper, I think of it…from “Vapor Trails”, the 2002 by RUSH. Sneaky motivator…let it soak in… "Ceiling Unlimited" It's not the heatIt's the inhumanityPlugged into the sweat of a summer streetMachine gun images passLike malice through the looking glass The slack-jaw gazeOf true profanityFeels more like surrender than defeatIf culture is …

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