Maureen and Mark will be here until next Sunday so I don’t expect much to change
here at Smoke and Mirrors.
It’s not everyday that you can show someone from Australia around
the city of Boston.
The week at the Cape seems like a dream now, a very wonderful dream.
With games like ‘Celebrity Heads’, ‘The Redneck Game of Life’ and ‘Three Questions’, I learned more about this
special group of people than I would have learned in a lifetime.
And although I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, I promise there will be much to come.
I’ll be coming ‘home’ very soon.
The laptop is now being turned off and will not be on again until
I’m on Cape Cod.
And when it comes back on, better watch out (and you better not cry)
Snow in July?
That’s preposterous, you say.
Ah, yee of little faith.
btw- for those of you following the Cape saga, Maureen and Mark are currently on American soil!
See all of you on the beachside . . .
I stopped by your grave tonight just as the sun was setting.
The town seemed eerily quiet but the burnt orange sky to the west held promise of another day.
Maybe it was remembering you, that’s the Utopian side of my brain at work.
I had little to offer you save for my tears that splashed on your gravestone and
a sotto voce ‘Hail Mary’, slowly spoken for you and all the sleeping souls that surrounded me.
I miss you dearly and still see you in the many places and faces in my life.
Maybe it’s because a part of me still looks for any insignificant trace of you, any sign
Dad is still here and I can’t understand why when I know you’re just waiting patiently for your Wally.
He misses you too.
I just know it.
I guess it’s all in time . . . all in His time.
For now, I pray you are at peace, cradled in the loving hands of God.
Kinda hard for me to believe this guy did‘Cat Scratch Fever’ in 77.
I didn’t listen to him then but I’m sure as hell listening to him now.
This blew me away.
Gun control for the masses.
Every single goddamned day another constitutional right gets thrown in the
shitter by these bureaucratic boneheads.
Republican & Democrat.
How do you spell bullshit?
I love Nugent in this interview.
Rock on, dude, rock on
It’s always a daunting task starting a new journal; all that virgin white space,
the absence of anything resembling a word or thought, and the cackling cynic inside me all trying to sway me towards more menial things like cutting my lawn (which needs to be done, btw) or re-grouting the tile in the bathroom.
This soft leather-covered journal was made in Italy and given to me by my daughter Jenna.
It’s really gorgeous.
I began to wonder what will be written on these pages by the years end.
In 7.23 days, me, Pamela and the girls will be spending a week on Cape Cod with Annie,Maureen, Mark& Evyl (and Joyce!)
The location will not be disclosed so please don’t ask.
We’re celebrating Christmas in July because my wife thought
December was a silly time for all the folks involved to visit.
This is going to be one of the most amazing weeks of my life while on this spinning blue ball in space.
There will be many things: laughter, tears, music, incredible food, stories, Rum Swizzle,
bourbon, Guinness and enough fine cigars to smoke out an army of stogie veterans.
Oh, and there will be stories.
I know I already wrote that but it needs to be repeated.
Honestly, where would we be without our stories?
If someone had told me 10 years ago that I’d be spending a week of my life with people I’d never met I’d say they really ‘lost the plot’.
All of us talk on the phone and Gmail chat on a fairly regular basis so no one is a complete stranger here.
I’ve known Annie since our writing days at WVU.
And Evyl has been a true bud since I first started this blogging thing back in 2005.
As far as Maureen and Mark, I’ve known them from some previous life, or so it seems.
I could go on and on about my personal expectations regarding this most special of holidays but I prefer to record some actual memories in this very special journal.
Stay tuned for some truly awesome posts starting around the 18th of July (our first day on the Cape)
We have some blogging hijinx planned as well, actually more of a blog hijacking, so to speak.
All will be revealed in time.
We’ve all waited well over a year for this moment.
What’s 7.20 more days?
And it now looks like my new journal isn’t so new anymore.
As far as the post title goes . . . my dear Pamela is pretty damn sure *she may not be ready.
Just watch her ‘Twitter’
for more details!
The above picture just hit me the right way seeing it’s rained the past 28 days.
Currently it’s not raining but looks and feels terminally foggy.
And I’m cranky.
Let’s see what happens this weekend,eh?
Happy 4th of July folks.
Enjoy the pyrotechnics!