And That's That

(Q) Why won't my blood turn from red to rust? (A) My heart refuses to sit around collecting dust.

On The Phone

It was Nov 8, 1989. I was at, "The Hard Rock Cafe" doing a show/party for the 10th. Anniversary of the Sony, "Walkman." Lots of celebrities were there and hosted by Rich Little. Included as a guest was Dick Clark. Without going into all the details about the show, what it was like... bla-bla-bla, let's just cut to the chase.
Back then, for some reason, the place had only one pay phone. My wife, at the time, was in her ninth month of pregnancy with my second son, Carlo, so as soon as I got a break and the phone was available I called home to see how she was doing.
I was on for about a minute. I turned and saw Dick Clark standing behind me waiting to use the pay phone. I blinked my eyes a few times and said, "I'll be off in just a minute." He said, "No problem, take your time!"
On the phone, I hear my wife say, "Who's that you're talking to?" I said, "It's Dick Clark. He's waiting to use the phone." "Yeah sure, right, Dick Clark!" I felt I had to make this happen real quick so I turned to Mr. Clark and said, "Here Dick, you talk to her, she doesn't believe it's really you."
He smiled and took the phone from me and asked, "What's her name?" I said, "Gina." He opened a very brief conversation with, "Hi Gina! This is Dick Clark!" After a few words and wishing her best of luck with our baby he handed me the phone. I told my wife to calm down... and said good bye.
I gave the phone back to Dick Clark and while he was dialing I thanked him for, "making her day!"
Seven days later, Carlo was born. Here's to you Mr. Clark and how I'll remember you.

She Cries, He Cries

Ah yes, the challenge of understanding when tears are real or knowing how to cope when they're crocodile. For many women those are second nature and staying in practice is essential for maintaining the image of vulnerability and childlike control. Of course, while mans paternal instincts cause him to reach out, comfort and hold... she's smiling and saying to herself, "i win." This is just one facet of how beautiful women are and their instinctive quest to be feminine. As far as men, don't confuse our sensitivity towards the heart and spirit of a real woman as being vulnerable. Although I must admit, our naive ability to determine when that heart is real can bring real tears to a mans eyes.

Hello? Hello?

When my kids need to talk to me they know just where to find me, but when I want to hear from them, they're nowhere to be found.

Wake Up!

My-My, Magnolia!
How you awaken with a yawn... your sunlight quenched petals spreading further and further each dawn.

Hauled Away

Today, after visiting a friend and as I was leaving, saying goodbye... a garbage truck began to back up next to his house. He explained to me that the old man next door passed away last week and yesterday the family had a garage sale and what was left was being hauled away today.
I was sort of... OK... with it all till I saw them crushing the sofa and chairs.
Why would that bother me you might ask.
The clear plastic slip covers.
I don't know. WTF.

It's That Simple

There's a reason why we feel good after we exercise... gym, walking, playing hard... like we should. The body makes all the chemicals needed for our brains to be happy. When you sit around and F-off your body doesn't make the stuff that you need to be happy. Then we substitute for that by ingesting BS.
Drug companies love the fact that we're clueless... all the way to the bank even after the warnings that the shit they make might make us want to jump off a bridge.
Get out and break a sweat!!!
Your body will thank you for it!