Living Proof

-
This morning I set off down the road early...like 5:30...towards Rochester to be on live television to talk about Oh Brother!

With a valuable assist from a great friend, Terry, I was to be interviewed. Let me tell you, lack of sleep has hurt my emotional state of mind. I got behind the wheel, with the full moon calling to me, and my mind in tune to how I wanted the interview to go. I felt as much like crying as I did sleeping.

I put on my I-pod and asked the gods of music to strengthen my mind as I drove. I wanted to hear from Jeff, and after a few songs from Seger, Ryan Adams, Paul Simon and the like, I got the Bruce song I was looking for.

Living Proof...

The lyric that spoke to me was:

Well now all that's sure, on the boulevard
is that life is just a house of cards
as fragile as each and every breath of these boys sleeping in our beds
Tonight lets lie beneath the eaves
just a close band of happy thieves
and when the train comes we'll get on board
and steal what we can from the treasures of the Lord.

So, I was spiritual. I was emotional and I knew that the verse spoke to what I needed to do. So much so that I started the song over and sang it again.

Then the freaky part. The song ended. My cell phone rang, it was Terry checking in, and the next song started.

I have 2000 songs. Four days of music. I was looking for a message. I was emotional.

American Land.

If you read the book, you know of what I speak. The Brucebumps ran down my spine. I said hello to Terry. A sob was stuck in my throat. The sun was coming up. The song was loud. The message was clear.

Don't blow the interview.

I don't think I did. Check it out: http://www.13wham.com/mediacenter/local.aspx?videoId=2123716&navCatId==2102.

Evan Dawson was an unbelievable host. Thank you. Terry, thank you. Kathy, Cindy, Carrie, Corinne, Yvonne....you know.

But most of all...

Living proof.

I swear to God. I never believed in God as much as the moment when the phone rang and American Land started.

There is no seperation.

Jeff knew where I was going this morning.

Comments

Carrie Lynn Fazzolari said…
I was at work when I watched your interview. I unplugged my earphones from my i-pod and plugged them into my laptop to listen to the interview. When I was done, I plugged them back into my i-pod, still tearful and so proud from the interview, and American Land was just beginning...

There is no separation. You're 100% correct.
20 January, 2011
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Suits

-
Like a lot of other people we got pulled into the series, ‘Suits’ on Netflix. I’ve never had much fun hanging around lawyers who have questioned me as a construction safety officer. I once testified in a case where the opposing lawyer started questioning me by going through my educational background. “So,” he said, racing to a crescendo, “You graduated from college with a degree in Communications-Journalism and suddenly, 30 years later, you’re a ‘safety expert.’” He actually made the quotation marks with his fingers. I just looked at him. “How does that happen?” He bellowed, sure that he was going to discredit me. “Well,” I said. “I knew I was overqualified to become a lawyer.” The courtroom erupted in laughter. Even the judge chuckled. The rest of his questions landed flat. So, I wasn’t all that keen on a show about lawyers, but ‘Suits’ is great. Meghan Markle became a princess because of the show, and she is very good in it (and a beautiful woman). Yet, there is so much more. The wri
Read more

My Buddy, Dave

-
Way back in 1997, I started working with a steel erection company out of Syracuse. I was coming straight from a long stint with a steel erector here in Buffalo so I knew my stuff when it came to steel erection safety rules. On day one, I met with the safety director and he was just getting started as a safety guy, but man, he certainly cared about the guys he worked with. Dave was a good man from the start. He’d say things like: “You’re so full of beans.” Just a down to earth, hardworking guy who became a fast friend. We drove all around New York State setting up jobs. I always let Dave drive so that I could rest. One fine day, way up North of Syracuse, we passed a state trooper.  I glanced at the speedometer. “You’re screwed,” I said, and seconds later, the lights came on. Dave was beside himself.  The cop stopped by the window, grabbed the license and registration and headed back to his vehicle. “Here’s the thing,” I said. “You’re pissed, but you’re such a good guy that I bet you tha
Read more

Mom & Ollie

-
Image
 Ollie Stadium is a mess. The heavy rains rendered the backyard a mud pit and even though we threw in the side yard, the Big O was looking for more, and we were both covered in mud. I had to take some steam out of him somehow so I suggested we go visit Grandma. Ollie hates the car, but he laid quietly as we made the trip. We even brought the football because there is plenty of room to play at Grandma’s. Mom opened the door and started laughing. I thought about the love she had for every single dog we ever had. Oliver was quick to give my Mom a kiss, and then he stood beside her. The love between Mom and Dogs is a mutual bond. Through the years, Mom would make breakfast for the dogs.  Fried eggs, toast, bacon… She would wrap Christmas gifts for them. “To Jeter, Love Santa,” she would write on the cards. They played with the big chicken that made a lot of noise. Mom tossed the football and Ollie brought it back to her. As the visit drew to a close I headed for the door.  “C’mon, Oliver,”
Read more