Music is the Best Medicine

Today, a friend said I needed to stop and smell the roses. I appreciated her advice, because I used to listen to music when the world's noise got me down. Somehow, I had forgotten how important music is to soothe the savage beast.

When I was growing up, we didn't have i-Pods and cell phones that would hold a zillion songs. We had 33-1/2, 45 and 78 records with portable record players that held just a few songs. Even though our music wasn't stereo, quadraphonic, superduper track music and was scratchy and only mono, we still managed to rock out to Bill Hayley and the Comets, Elvis, The Everly Brothers, Ricky Nelson, and Chuck Berry , just to name a few.

My daughter used to say I was older than dirt, until I bought an i-Pod. Now I'm a cool and hip old guy. Well, tomorrow, I am going to start a four-day break from the world of novel writing and drive to Tucson and then Quartzsite listening to my i-Pod all the way. Of course, I won't be listening to '50s songs; I will be rockin out with The Eagles, Charlie Daniels, Linda Ronstadt, Eric Clapton, The Beatles, and some Willie just for fun.

Ah, yes....I'll be on the road again. Free to rock out while driving, not caring what the idiots in the car next to me think. They just don't know how to have fun!

I'm just saying,

Mittster

Dear, BP Chief, Tony Hayward

Grab this, you arrogant, lying sack of cow dung! But, make sure you leave some voltage for your replacement, Robert "The Dud" Dudley. As far as I am concerned, you are all oil baron bandits who are only interested in profits, and God help anyone who gets in your way.

You are not only responsible for the worlds worst oil spill, you are also guilty of the negligent homicides of the workers who died on the derrick that exploded.

We have had enough. Someone get a rope!

Write on,

Mittster

Take a break

How about a Norman Rockwell break? Lord knows I need one. Got in trouble on Facebook today because I forgot to join a friend for conversation. Might not seem important, but I said I would be available and wasn't. That's not being friendly.

I thought when a body reached The Golden Age, things were supposed to quiet down? I remember when my parents reached that age, they slowed down. Of course, they didn't have Internet, only TV. I also remember they passed on before they should have.

Perhaps I should just take a short break and then get back to writing a sequel novel, daily blog, Twitter and Facebook updates, book signings and promotion duties, just to name a few. Like Mom always said, "Idle hands equal idle brains." She was a school marm. So, I assume typing on this keyboard makes me smarter.

Oh, well, break's over....back to work!

I'm just saying,

Mittster

My life well spent

We are all born millionaires. Yes, that's correct, you heard me right. We all are born with a checking account that contains one million buckaroos to spend any way we see fit during our time on this planet.

Some spend their fortunes early in life, leaving loved ones grieving and sad about a life cut short through hard living with the pain and sorrow that is caused by the over indulgence of the pleasures of this world.

Some run out of life's money at the middle of life's path. Middle roaders, who tried to stay away from earth's abundant pleasures of the flesh, but in secret, reveled in the party.

And then there are those who spent wisely, and life's gift led them to old age. That Golden Time when you no longer know where you are, who is with you or where you are going. Life is simple now....you pee and other things in a bag. You can't hear, see or smell, even though you smell to others. You're pissed off everyday, all day and all night. What the hell happened? You didn't smoke, drink or do drugs. Never a cuss word left your lips.

You only judged others by their actions, which was easy because no one could live up to your standards, which left you without many friends or family who would put up with your constant complaining about them. Of course, you would never hang out with low lifes that laughed all the time while riding motorcycles, driving classic cars, flying in air machines, riding off-road vehicles, or indulging in water sports while riding on boats, wave runners, skis and such, just to name a few.

Fall in love and be hurt? Never! That kind of stuff is for weak people. Bunch of losers, that's what I say.

Perhaps you spent your money too wisely. Just perhaps you should have had some fun along the way, as long as it wasn't at the expence of others. Perhaps laughing is a great way to spend your money. Perhaps loving and, yes, even losing in love is also a great way to spend the money in your checking account.

It's never too late, you know. Spend the money you have left. Get on that Hover Round and do some figure eights. Get on the phone and call lost family and friends, and wish them well. Laugh until it hurts. If you're lucky, you too can skid into the grave, bruised, battered, gloriously beat up, laughing and shouting, My life was well spent. My life was well spent!

Write on,

Mittster

What's right about America?

This seven year old girl is what's right about America.

The men and women of our armed forces are what's right about America.

People who forfeit their lives to save another are what's right about America.

Men and women who fight forest fires are what's right about America.

Our first responders to emergencies are what's right about America.

People who save animals are what's right about America.

People who help save the environment are what's right about America.

People who teach our children are what's right about America.

People who teach about God are what's right about America.

People who love people are what right about America.

The Christmas spirit is what's right about America.

Hard work is what's right about America.

American spirit is what's right about America.

The list could be endless, but you get the picture. Let us never forget what's good and right about America and its people. We The People are what makes America the greatest country in the world!