Pop Staples : Faith, Friendship & Beguiling Guitar!

The Immortal Jukebox

‘Think where man’s glory most begins and ends and say my glory was my friends’ (WB Yeats)

‘The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around him positively.’ (Bob Marley)

Some of us spend our whole lives trying to figure out just exactly who we are.

For some creative artists that pursuit can be both furious and fruitful – consider the late much lamented David Bowie.

But there is a high cost in psychic and emotional wear and tear in living such lives.

Better to my mind to find out who you are early and then just be.

Easier, of course, said than lived.

So, I find that when I encounter that rare person who is entirely comfortable in their own skin and content to be nothing other than themselves I am both surprised and…

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Flash Movie Review: American Pastoral


ONE could not help thinking that they were the ideal family living the American dream. They lived in the suburbs in a well maintained house that was surrounded by a perfectly manicured lawn. The husband owned a company; the mother did volunteer work and twice a year they and their children would go on a vacation; never to the same place twice. I was friends with their youngest child. As we all grew old they still looked like one big happy family; I knew better. On the outside nothing had changed except for one detail. If you were to meet them now there would be one less child.   INSIDE their house the only signs that there was another child could be found in a few photo albums that were stuffed in some drawers. I never knew what happened but their child was not missing; he did not want to have…

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I Pooped!!

Dinata Misovec

And I am prouder than a two-year-old with a purple hippopotamus potty chair!!  Things have been back to (fairly) normal for several days now.  So, I am going to officially declare myself OVER, and I mean really over, Clostridium Difficile.  It’s been six yucky months.  I hope I never, ever make another blog post about poop.

On a less happy note.  I still have not gotten any books.  We left Wisconsin to come here to be close to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, ready to promote the books to anyone who might sell them.  Hugo House Publishers have let me down again.  No books in April. Still no books in October. I have missed the prime year to sell a book about a national park, with 2016 being the 100th anniversary of the national parks.  But, I guess Big Creek will still be there next year.

We have given up…

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