Saturday, December 10, 2016

Fake News

I was thoroughly annoyed the other night...

...I'm not even sure where I saw it, but a REAL reporter was interviewing a man who claimed to be good at writing FAKE news stories.

The man was bragging about how much money he received to write stories that had half-truths, and outright LIES in them about Clinton during the presidential election.

The man - I didn't even get his stupid name - claimed to have wanted Clinton to win the election, but he was paid handsomely...

...so he wrote FAKE stories, posted them on-line and watched as the world freaked out.

"What a scumbag!" I said to the empty hotel room.

The guy had a smug smile on his LYING face.

His reasoning was that it wasn't up to him to interpret the stories.

He just enjoyed writing the FAKE GARBAGE.

Social media is a MESS.

Go through your timeline on Facebook and Twitter.

There are sensational headlines...

...nasty photos...

...horrified reactions.

And the whole freaking thing might be completely MADE-UP!

All of this is at the forefront, of course, because of the crazed gunman who burst into a pizza joint in Washington, D.C. because he believed that Clinton was operating a child sex ring out of the basement of the place.

Someone wrote that story!

Thousands upon thousands of people believed it!

So, this man got into his car in North Carolina and drove to D.C. and with his legally purchased high-powered firearm he came in firing.

Clinton and her people weren't there!

No child sex ring!

Imagine that.

Yet, what are we going to do about FAKE news.

Not everyone is as crazed as this dude, right?

Isolated incident, right?

WRONG!

People are being DUPED!

Maybe not to the extent of this man, but at least a little...

...by some of it.

Of course, this isn't a one-sided affair.

There are plenty of stories about President Elect P*&%y-Groper...

And his stories are even harder to decipher because the reality is such a MESS, but here's the thing...

...I am a guy who loves to read anything and everything.

I find this to be repulsive and annoying.

I also believe that it is DANGEROUS...

...because our world is now undeniably EXPLOSIVE.

(This is a real story).

Friday, December 9, 2016

To the Moon!

John Glenn had a good run.

95 years and off into orbit.

I was only 4 years old when we finally landed on the moon.

You know what's amazing?

I remember it!

Well, to be fair, I don't remember much, and I should've been more interested in space travel, but I just wasn't.

I never got into it...seemed crazy to me.

Yet I do remember the moon landing in a bit of an image that flashes across my mind.

We were getting yelled at:

"Watch this!" Mom cried out. "They're making history!"

"You can't see anything!" I said. "It's all blurry."

And that is exactly what I remember about it, but I know it's real. I know that the television was set up in the room just off the kitchen in the big house on the hill.

I remember being placed right in front of the television.

Blah!

Yet I've listened to John Glenn and Buzz Aldrin talk about their travels.

They had remarkable lives.

Amazing, actually.

I know for sure I wouldn't have the guts to do anything remotely like that. I don't even like the one hour flights!

Did they have extra space seats?

Oh!

One other thing I remember about 1969...

...TANG!

"The astronauts drink this," Mom said.

It was all right.

RIP John Glenn...

...have a safe trip!

Thursday, December 8, 2016

A Lot to Lose

I was on a cramped little plane heading to the Midwest and we were just about halfway through the trip when I started to feel antsy.

Maybe it's the fact that we are all always in touch, but not being connected I started feeling weird.

Just wondering what was going on back home.

And not being able to check in.

I thought back to the years when I was a putrid bachelor...thinking about someday having something that I was deathly afraid to lose.

I'd also suffered loss too...and the fear that hangs over your head...every day since...is enough to drive you crazy if you let it.

And it occurred to me that living your life is about accumulating a whole bunch of love that you are AFRAID to lose.

Life isn't about avoiding loss.

It's about living through it.

The plane touched the ground and I grabbed my phone.

It was freezing cold.

It had slipped below the seat and was against the freezing wall. You know what happens when your phone is cold?

The battery dies.

I turned it on and the charge went from 27% to 4% as I texted my beautiful wife.

I just wanted to shake the antsy feeling.

"Landed," I wrote.

"Cool," she answered.

"How's everything?"

(I couldn't shake it).

"Call me when you get to the hotel."

(That wasn't a POSITIVE response).

"Everything all right?"

(I was afraid to get the answer...but I had to wait...my phone died...and the red plug flashed on the screen).

I held the phone to my arm...to try and get it heated up.

I waited. Waited! Waited!! Waited!!!

Tried to turn it on again.

There was a text:

"We're fine."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Sometimes you just get scared...

...life does that.

But it has to be lived.

And the more you gather to be afraid to lose...

...the more rich your life really is.


Wednesday, December 7, 2016

I Love Stuff Like This


Back in 1980 Bruce was doing a publicity shoot for The River record. He was a star by then, but not a mega-star yet. He was just strolling with his photographer, finding spots, and taking shots.

In this one, a young girl strolled into the line of fire, on her bike. They didn't chase the girl away. In fact, they liked it, and used it for the promotion of the album. 

As the years went by, a lot of Bruce fans began speculating about who the girl was at the phone booth. 

No one knew.


Eventually they tracked her down and last week she met up with the Boss at one of his book events.

They both look a tad older.

That's what 37 years will do!

Yet I kept flipping between the two photos.

She was just a young girl!

Now a more than middle-aged woman!

I'm sure that the time went by like a blink for both.

Of course, Bruce was more than gracious. He always seems to be. The woman said that she had no idea that anything was going on when she pulled her bike up to the phone booth. She wasn't even sure who Bruce was at the time.

A couple of years back I met a friend at a coffee shop.

He was flipping back and forth between two photos on his phone.

He showed the first photo to me and it was of a bright, beautiful young woman.

He prompted me to swipe to the next photo.

I did and was greeted by a husky, middle-aged woman in glasses.

"Those are both photos of my wife!" He said. "30 years apart! That's the same woman!!!"

I laughed.

"Did you ever perform that little trick in front of her?" I asked.

"No," he said. "Because I look worse than she does now."

Bruce and Annmarie still both look good.

Life is a funny old thing, isn't it?

Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Happy Birthday Corinne!!

My sister loves taking her nephews out to lunch.

They love going because they're always laughing.

Years and years of laughing together.

That's what's awesome about family and I know that my boys are going to take a little time today to say;

Happy Birthday to Corinne!!

I always tell a story about the days gone past on the birthday of my siblings and with Christmas just around the corner I was thinking about the year when Corinne woke me up about an hour before we were supposed to be up.

We headed down to the basement where Santa had set all the toys up for us.

I knew it was wrong to play with any of the toys yet.

Corinne knew it too, but we were less than 10 years old.

We played, figuring we could get the jump before anyone else woke up.

We got busted.

We had to sit and wait for a few minutes.

It was Christmas though and we weren't punished for too long, but I remember thinking:

"Damn! Why did I listen to her?"

Since that time I've listened to a whole lot of stuff that Corinne has said.

She's mostly pulled me in the right direction.

And my kids love her.

And my wife loves her.

And so do I!

Happy Birthday.

Bruce released his audio book on your birthday, just to mess with you!

I'll pick it up for you if you want!

Monday, December 5, 2016

Stop Tweeting!!!

I have some advice for the dude who got the 2nd most votes in the recent election.

Stop tweeting!!

Alec Baldwin is playing the president-elect on SNL. It happens every week.

The portrayal isn't flattering.

Baldwin (who is a loud liberal in real life) is playing up the fact that the guy who's going to be president for the next 8 months or so has a short attention span.

I saw the opening...it was SNL...the same show that showed Clinton and Lewinsky in all their glory, and even as far back as Gerald Ford (with Chevy Chase poking fun)...SNL does what they do.

So, how does Bigly respond to the fact that he's petty and short of span of attention?

He tweets that he's watching the unwatchable show...

...and that it's horrible!

"Sad."

Stop!!!

Pay attention to the details of the job...

...like not talking to Taiwan...

...when we have an alliance not to recognize them outside of China.

That's a minor detail...

...that has major ramifications.

And I'm not saying that you can't watch television.

You just don't have to comment on everything!

Write it and don't hit send!

Scream it at your golden dog!

Getting made fun of comes with the job.

Every leader back to Washington was made fun of.

I don't imagine that it's fun to be the guy getting hammered, but it's just a comedy show.

Laugh it off.

Turn it off.

Just stop tweeting about it.

'Cause it's just going to get worse.

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Same Old Story

I limp into the end of the week these days. It's been that way for awhile.

On Saturday morning I woke up with a headache.

Did a little paperwork, wrote a little and spent some time easing into my favorite 2 hours of the week:

Nap!

I only slept about an hour and 15 minutes, but woke up with a clear head.

Then off to massage to see if I could get my legs working.

On the way home my mind was really clear and (go figure) Bruce was on my radio. During One Step Up I was struck by a line I'd heard a thousand times.

"Sitting in this bar tonight and all I'm thinking, is I'm the same old story, the same old act."

A simple line, really, but full of a wallop.

The guy is trapped in self-pity and has come to the simple realization that he's falling into the old traps that bring him down.

I've heard Bruce talk about it before and it's a fascinating subject because we all do it.

We carry the seeds of our own destruction with us and as we walk along the road in the journey of this life, we spill the seeds.

We even know we're doing it!

"I'm the same old story. The same old act."

You get the impression that he'd like to change the way it's going...

...but he can't.

Now I didn't have any reason, coming off a good week of work, a nap and a massage, to feel like the guy in the song...

It just struck me.

The lies we tell ourselves to make it all work in our minds.

Day in and day out we all find a place of comfort.

Bruce has a song called Leah...where he attacks it...

"With this hand I build and with this I burn."

East of Eden is also a book about it.

Good versus evil within our choices.

I spent the rest of the evening trapped in the single line of that song...breaking it down and thinking it through.

It led me into thinking about a whole new book...

I have one to edit and one to finish...and I was plotting a whole new story.

Off of a single line in a song I've heard over and over and over again for the last 30 years.

Strange.

I know.

But it's how I cope.

The same old story.

The same old act.