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BJ’s, Food & The Willfully Blind

June 30, 2017 by Joshua Wilner 2 Comments

It starts with Aretha Franklin singing Baby I Love You and moves into Badfinger’s Day After Day.

It referring to a mix of 194 songs that I put together as a soundtrack to help me write.

Technically those songs are closer to the opening than the middle and far from the end, but ten years have gone by since I put it together and I cannot tell you if there is supposed to be rhyme or reason to the order.

All I can say is the mix of music has a wide range including other artists such as Billy Joel, Barry Manilow, Frank Sinatra, The Cranberries, Billy Idol and Creedence Clearwater Revival.

I probably have around 50 or so of these mixes I have made at one time or another, all designed to help the great brain find a way to pen a proper tale.

BJ’s, Food & The Willfully Blind

My birthday buddy Mr. Joel sings about Paul the real estate novelist and Davy the navy lifer.

And me, well I am here to share words that few will read and even fewer will care to understand.

Here to say I made a comment about BJ’s and food that was intentionally misinterpreted and that I have taken grief for it.

And I am here to say I am amazed and shocked by the willfully blind and intentionally deaf who ignore the puerile mewlings of a man who is supposed to be a leader.

An unfiltered and insecure toddler who has snagged the keys to the car, stepped on the gas and has figured out how to put the pedal to the metal.

I have been trying to ignore some of the crap he spews but I find it hard to do so and in the midst of  it I have this image that Ghostbusters has come to life.

And right now we are seeing the result of a petty and small person having opened the gates that contained the ghosts.

Except Zul isn’t coming as the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man in a cute little sailor outfit.

Most of the time I am confident we’ll come out the other side with a few scratches and that Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride will one day be a couple of chapters in a history book.

But every now and then I ask if that it is wishful thinking or factual desire.

Because we live in a time when facts are not just flexible but optional for some people.

A Malleable Truth

If you know me well enough and have been willing to have real conversation with me about things you know how that quote speaks to me.

But then again, this assumes I am willing to have those honest conversations which is a short list indeed.

The thing is, I don’t believe all truth is malleable and tend to see it focused on the heart and people, not on how many people attended inaugurations, voted or did x, y and z.

I suppose it is naive to think there has ever been a time in which many acted like truth was fixed and cloaked in armor but there are moments where I think now is just different.

But maybe that is how it has always been and maybe that is just the perspective of a man going through major transition.

Maybe it is all just part of what satisfies my soul today and the joy of the journey is looking back to see what once did while looking forward to try and figure what might.

You Can’t Do That To Our Pledges

A week ago I walked up to a man and told him if I caught him talking to my son again things would get ugly.

The particulars and specifics don’t really matter here.

If I told you I made him very uncomfortable it would be true and I haven’t an ounce of regret about it because he overstepped his bounds and made my son uncomfortable.

What mattered most was my kid seeing that someone has his back and that my almost 17 year-old promise to be that guy is unending.

Because when you are a teenager adults don’t really take you all that seriously and even if you can handle yourself there are moments where you need your dad.

Confession: I was both relieved and disappointed the man didn’t find out whether I could rip off his arm and slap some sense into him.

Would have turned a good teaching moment into something far more awkward and ugly.

*****

One of the interesting revelations of this moment came when I realized that no one is going to be able to just pick my son up and shove him in a car.

It is not that I actively worried someone would kidnap him or his sister because I really didn’t, but when they were much smaller I kept an eagle eye upon them in public spaces just because.

These days that is just unlikely, doesn’t mean it is impossible because hell someone could grab me too.

But my baby boy is big enough now that if he doesn’t want to move he is not going to go anywhere without significant effort.

It is an interesting feeling knowing this because it changes things a bit and reminds me that we only get our kids for a short while.

Final Five Songs

  1. Whiskey Lullaby- Brad Paisley & Allison Krauss
  2. American Pie- Don McLean
  3. Summertime- Louis Armstrong & Ella Fitzgerald
  4. The Magnificent Seven Theme- Elmer Bernstein
  5. Burn Down The Mission- Elton John

I think I burned down the mission a while back but I didn’t retreat behind four walls.

Think I put on my armor, put the visor down and walked out the castle gates in a state between search and destroy and protect and serve.

Life is speeding up in a few places and slowing down in others.

Kind of interesting to feel like some things are crystal clear and others are bathed in fog.

I may not see all with the clarity I like, but I know for certain it is not because I am willfully blind.

Someone pass the Jeremiah Red, life is about to get interesting.

Filed Under: Children, Life

I Kissed Her- Was It Bad Timing?

June 29, 2017 by Joshua Wilner Leave a Comment

It is the Shabbos of  my daughter’s Bat Mitzvah and my son goes along with my niece and nephews to open the ark.

The youngest leans in, takes a deep sniff and turns to my son, “It smells holy.”

I don’t hear this story until the next day but enjoy it so much I tell share it not just with friends/family, but with you.

What I don’t share with my son is how I may or may not have kissed a girl almost where he stood.

Ok, it was probably thirty feet away but even at almost 17 it is not a story he wants to hear nor is it one I will tell in full.

Instead we’ll call it a forbidden kiss and say she told me we had bad timing but that didn’t stop her from pressing her lips against mine.

And while we share blasphemous rumors allow me one more comment, I shared part of this tale with a rabbi who said it wasn’t the preferred way to get people to go to shul, but it was probably effective.

I Kissed Her- Was It Bad Timing?

I am back in Texas, lost in thoughts and memories and uncertain of what time zone I am in.

It is the fourth night in the new place and I am working at a dining room table that has both my personal and work computers stationed upon it.

For the time being this is not a problem because not only am I the only one here, there are too many unopened boxes to be navigated, negotiated and dealt with to work elsewhere.

I’ll dedicate a significant part of the weekend to tending to them and bring order to the chaos around me.

Or at least I’ll try to bring order, some would accuse me of being the spoon that stirs the pot, an expert fire dancer.

And if  not expert, well, experienced.

“Come down off your throne and leave your body alone
Somebody must change
You are the reason I’ve been waiting all these years
Somebody holds the key” Can’t Find My Way Home- Blind Faith

Just a couple days removed from having blocked someone on Facebook I am far calmer and relaxed than I was.

That is not my preferred way of dealing with irritating people.

To be honest I would have liked to have made him aware that he had gotten my attention and then let him enjoy the fruits of his labor.

But it was bad timing and sometimes the best thing you can do is turn your back upon others and let them feel the absence of your presence.

I have become quite proficient at doing so and probably should increase the frequency of such things but it is all about timing.

Speaking of timing, the short video below is an old favorite of mine.

Her Name Is Aphrodite

I walk off of the plane and see a man child looking at me.

The boy who calls me dad has grown about four inches since I last saw him, but he is not a skinny weed like so many other boys his age.

He is getting broad and thick and I am compelled to measure his back by placing my hands upon it.

Instead of one covering the entire span between his shoulder blades it now takes two and I am shocked, proud and a little sad.

I made a choice long ago to do what is required to provide for the kids and I have no regrets about the decision but damn, I see so much has happened.

So much in so little and part of me feels a bit crazed because I can’t be in two places at once and there is a price to be paid for all we say and do.

A price I have paid in full and with interest and would do so again because I can only operate based upon what I know at the time I know it.

But there are some regrets about some things I chose not to do in the past, some roads I didn’t walk down upon and though I do my best to forget it doesn’t always happen.

Those ghosts have anchored their chains in places that don’t allow me to forget, so the siren song tortures my ears and upon need I order the crew to tie me to the mast and sail forward, always forward.

It is the fire inside, the one that burns so bright and refuses to be quenched that requires movement.

Things I Know

Sometimes there are conversations in which I insist I know and understand far more than I am given credit for.

Conversations in which the source of my knowledge is questioned and I shrug my shoulders and say sometimes I just know.

It is not a good answer, not when the interrogator wants me to provide a place for them to anchor their ship.

There is no bedrock or seafloor upon which to rely, not in this case.

It is faith and that is a hard place to rest when you fear you will fall.

These conversations have been between father and son and man and woman.

They have taken place with people who know I am not trying to fool them because there is no reason for me to do so.

There is no upside, no benefit or purpose but sometimes fear drives you to act in ways that don’t always serve you.

Sometimes uncertainty is the master we follow and that is just how it goes.

*****

In the grand tradition of our president I must tell you those are not my small feet in the picture at the top of the page.

And I must tell you my daughter has yelled at me, because she says she got my feet and my hands which are far too big for a girl.

“Dad, you gave me man hands.”

“Let me teach you how to make a proper fist. If you swing it right those boys will wonder if I was the one that popped them in the mouth.”

She doesn’t smile.

*****

Back to reality.

The fridge has Pellegrino, Shiner Bock and some generic market seltzer water in it.

A late afternoon craving for something sweet is marked by the Peace, Love and Little Donuts box on the counter.

It is still full and as the final words are typed out on the page Bow Wow Wow sings Do You Want To Hold Me while insisting  Pinnochio is a real boy.

Filed Under: Children, Life

Clowns & Triggers

June 27, 2017 by Joshua Wilner Leave a Comment

The world looks a little bit different after you help your father move all of his medical gear.

The old CPAP machine for sleep apnea is old hat and though sleep apnea can be dangerous it doesn’t feel the same as helping set up the portable dialysis paraphernalia.

It is a reminder of mortality and though no one ever knows how long or short their thread is it is a sobering vision.

This is a new adventure for the old man, but newer to me because tonight was the first time I had seen it in all its glory.

It took a moment for me to realize it had set me off a bit, that it had upset me a bit and made me want to go after some of the dumb clowns I come across on Facebook.

There is one particular moron I usually ignore, another dumb hick whose ego is tied up in the size of the truck and the hogs he hunts.

Most days if I notice him I root for the hogs to get him, but I rarely react or respond cuz he is too stupid to waste time on.

But tonight was different, tonight the clown set me off and I wrote some particularly nasty remarks and then deleted them.

I was triggered, but not by him.

The Better Part Of Valor

I felt a bit better when I realized what had set me off and then blocked him.

It wasn’t because I wanted to, because the truth is the big dope got my attention a while back by nosing around where he doesn’t belong.

So the reality is I would gladly tell him where he can go and thank him for helping to hurt others by electing an incompetent conman.

It would be fun to do so, assuming that he can understand multi syllabic words and phrases. But it is waste of my time and provided he doesn’t come looking for me I won’t go searching for him.

Blocking him was a part of staying focused on people and things that matter. Let the hogs have him.

The better part of valor is continuing to work on meeting the goals I set for myself a while back.

And it is also a good way to follow the advice I give my children to pay attention to those who are worth our time.

Some people add to our lives and some take away from them.

Spend your time and energy on the friends and family who love you and whom you love. Focus your attention on being a good friend to them and or making new friends.

Let the others who drag you down or insist on one sided relationships fall to the wayside.

An Open Hand

That open hand is what it is about.

Help others stand up and hold it out for those who wish to walk with you.

It was a little strange and a little uncomfortable carrying the equipment, but it is how it is now.

Won’t make myself crazy crying about what I can’t change, so I’ll just go along with what is.

It is just one more step on the journey and one more piece of the adventure and a reminder to keep working out.

Genetics plays a big role in our lives, but not the only one.

Got to keep working out and making sure to take time to talk with the people who are important to us.

Love hard and love now because tomorrow isn’t a given and you never know who will still be around to spend time with you.

Those who love us and wish to walk, well keep walking with them.

Those who don’t can take their path elsewhere. You never know whose road intersects or diverges from ours, it is part of what makes life interesting.

But damn, sometimes this adult thing can be really hard.

Full stop and goodbye.

Filed Under: Life

More Than California Dreaming

June 27, 2017 by Joshua Wilner Leave a Comment

There is just one more night and whatever remains of this day before I need to get serious about packing to return to Texas.

Technically I am on vacation but I headed back to the cabana to do a little work so that I am not hit with a tsunami of catch-up work.

The voicemail on my work phone is starting to fill with messages from people who ignore my instructions on who to contact while I am away.

Some will be unhappy upon my return because they refuse to follow those aforementioned instructions but I’ll live with that because their emergencies would have been solved if they had listened.

And had I given in they would have been like children who never learned to sleep on their own and would have demanded my attention every day I have been out.

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I have done a good job of not letting the electronic leash drag me around and spent more time at the pool with my kids and assorted family members.

Done a pretty good job of compartmentalizing things and haven’t allowed the barbarians at the gate to spend much time enjoying free rent in my head, but it hasn’t been easy.

There have been a few moments where I have slipped a bit and wanted to ride off into battle. I am not always particularly good at just waiting around, especially when faced with certain things.

More Than California Dreaming

At last count I have lived in 2 of the 50 states and visited about 43 of them which means I have some substance behind my belief that my home state California is the most beautiful of them all.

But I also readily acknowledge we all have some bias towards the places that helped form and shape us which is to say, I am biased.

To be clear,  I have seen many beautiful places and people elsewhere but it is impossible for me not to put California at the top of my list.

I love the beach, desert and mountains and California has them all. Amazing cities and sights, not to mention exceptional food and people, but California is not where I hang my hat.

Doesn’t mean it won’t one day be that again but there is no way to say when that might be so I do my best to bloom where I am I am planted.

Texas has been pretty damn good to me…mostly.

I like it and that has made some of the transition easier but it doesn’t mean I don’t wish could take a 20 minute trip in the car and visit friends and family who will soon be far away again.

It is part of why I have been looking for a new community to join in Texas because life is about more than California dreaming.

Experience taught me long ago that people have a huge influence on your feelings about where you are.

Given the right circumstances you can feel alone and unhappy anyplace.

You know, find the right soul and all is right wherever you are.

Pablo And Me

I walked under some twinkling stars on a black night and asked Pablo what he thought about the speech I gave the other day.

It wasn’t nearly as good as I had wanted it to be but it wasn’t terrible either.

“Neruda, there wasn’t the flow, contact and connection I had hoped for. It felt like an empty house, a place that had four walls and a door, but was missing the warmth people bring to it.”

He simply smiled and told me to take another swig.

“Josh, tell them to put their hand on your heart and yours upon theirs and let you commune via breathing. Your rising chests will bring the union you seek.”

“Pablo, that sounds like some new age gibberish. I don’t think you understand it either.”

“Don’t ask for cognitive celebration of fact, just let the physical move the mind to the intimacy of the heart.”

This time I was the one who nodded and smiled.

Someone pass me a Jeremiah Red or something close and maybe we’ll share that moment I think he hinted at.

Poetry Of The Eyes

Given a chance I can paint a picture with words and tell a story that might move a person or two.

Can’t say if I can match the poetry of the eyes found in some of the pictures I shared here or if all I need to do is ask you to think of The Golden Gate Bridge, the Redwood Forests or South Padre Island.

What I know is there is an adventure to be had and experiences to be shared but only for the very brave.

I have lived a thousand lives and may yet be blessed to live a thousand more, perhaps we shall write about them in more detail here.

Filed Under: Life

Days Of Uncertainty & Joy

June 26, 2017 by Joshua Wilner Leave a Comment

One day I might laugh about this time and tell you how I moved out of a one bedroom apartment into a three bedroom house over a four day period and still had time to fly back to LA for a Bat Mitzvah.

I’ll tell you about running three flights of stairs with my arms filled with stuff and how the three movers I hired to empty the Grapevine storage space I rented asked if I was really 48.

We’ll laugh about how I beat back a fever, caught Pink Eye and beat that sucker back before pictures and the Bat Mitzvah.

I’ll tell you it was a true display of force of will and wonder how I didn’t collapse from exhaustion.

What you won’t hear are the two or three stories that about stuff that I can’t share here but can’t allow myself to forget.

The things that made me wonder if there is/was some higher power that was determined to test me.

Things that made me want to howl with anger and frustration because it is like fighting a damn hydra and every head I cut off turns into five more.

And then you’ll see my eyes light up and talk about a little girl who walked upon water and did an incredible job.

Every time I think of her smile and the pure joy radiating from her…well it makes it all worthwhile.

Days Of Uncertainty & Joy

I am dancing in the damn fire, wondering how I keep going and when things won’t be so damn difficult.

Back home in California for a few more days, thinking about how strange it is to come back and not go to the house I grew up in.

The place my parents owned for 40 or so years was sold last year and it just feels strange to know someone else is sleeping, eating, celebrating and living in my place.

I drove by it and had to remind myself not to pull into the driveway or park on the street.

Stared at the strange car and speedboat and remembered people, places and things but kept those to myself because those who might be interested in hearing those tales aren’t around to ask.

Thought about how fucking crazy life has and is and wondered again how I could feel so damn comfortable here and yet feel like a stranger.

Some things aren’t quite right and there is going to be a reckoning. There is going to be a time when I am going to straighten some people out.

And if that doesn’t work, well it will be time to take out the scalpel and cut them loose because I have had about enough.

Life is too short and too hard to not get the kind of support from them that I need or that I give.

Sometimes it is ok for it to be off kilter and sometimes it is just not.

Given these days of joy and uncertainty it is just how it has to be for me. I either know I can do it certain things for some people forever or I don’t.

And if I don’t know, if I don’t feel it in my gut well then I have to take action.

Chaos And Clay

It is a time of chaos and clay.

A time when I know if I am given a little time and some opportunity I can mold and move things.

I can take it and turn it into something meaningful, magical and majestic.

One little spark can be turned into a flame that will burn so very bright and beautiful.

Can’t say for certain that the opportunity will come or that I’ll get the moment I seek. All I can do is watch and wait.

Do my best to be ready to move quickly and hope that the move goes as I wish..

My gut says it will happen and that it will be sooner than later but that damn gut has been wrong, so who the hell knows.

But I am going to keep my fingers crossed and do my best to turn water into wine.

I am going to do my best to take the second worst Father’s Day and some of the other assorted chaos and make something of it.

I’ll be disappointed if it doesn’t work, but I’ll know I tried and I can usually live with that. Better to try and fail than fail to try.

That failure is what irks me more than anything. I hate looking at unfulfilled potential and to know it is like that because someone just wouldn’t take a chance.

That is much harder for me to accept than to try and fail.

Got to be true to myself, got to do the things that helps my heart feel full and make my soul sing.

What a crazy, amazing time.

A magic moment, an eye in the storm and a girl who radiates joy.

Proof that I did something right.

Filed Under: Children, Life

LeBron The Laker & Other Stories

June 22, 2017 by Joshua Wilner Leave a Comment

There are more than a few solid rumors that say LeBron is making plans to leave the cavs and join the Lakers, none of which surprise me.

He is a man who is interested in building a legacy and now that he brought one championship to his current team he is going to look hard at what else he can build there.

Without real help he is not going to be able to do any more than he is done so he is going to look at one of the marquee teams of the league.

The Lakers, Knicks and Celtics are the top of that heap and given the management, personnel, location and ability to help forge that legacy it is pretty clear he is going to want to wear the purple and gold.

Can’t say I blame him, there is no better tradition out there.

Even though I don’t consider him to be the greatest ever I can’t say I wouldn’t want him playing for us. It would give a significant bump.

A Parade Of Emotions

Been back in LA for a couple of days now and am enjoying a parade of emotions.

Most of it is pride and joy but given all I have been through there is some sadness and some real anger.

Someone set me off and was surprised by the response they received.

I had told them it wasn’t a good time to press some issues and when they ignored my suggestion to revisit they got the storm.

Sometimes it is better to let things lie and not indulge your curiosity.

I know from experience on both sides of this fence.

Anyhoo, I vented a bit and it took most of the edge off… but not all of it.

Bad time for the disgusting, the disappointing and the deplorable.

Thoughts & Advice

I have a half written speech that I may not finish.

Some of it is because I am spent. It took all I had to get to this point and there is more distance to cover and I need to rest a bit before I try to pull more out of me.

That is not to say I can’t find the energy to take those few more steps because I can, but experience has taught me to pay attention to the inner voice and to heed its call.

I could just go to sleep and work on this tomorrow or simply get up and speak from my heart.

The only real reason not to do so is fear I won’t share something important and or that I will fumble for words.

Given only a few m0ments it is highly likely I will never feel like I said what I wanted and shared all the points I needed to.

Which is precisely why I am leaning towards just speaking because in the moment I won’t have time to overthink and wonder if I have said it perfectly and or have been profound.

But there is another option I am considering and that is to share some quotes that mean something to me and to suggest she make a point to one day study them.

We could start with the quote above and spend more than a few minutes exploring, learning and explaining it.

I might add a few more like this:

this,

and this

Yeah, maybe we go with that or maybe we write some more.

But first we sleep so that we have enough energy to share and tell some more stories.

Filed Under: Children

Don’t Poke The Bear

June 21, 2017 by Joshua Wilner Leave a Comment

I cannot confirm nor deny wanting to drop a ring of fire around a few people who chose to poke the bear because they needed to be burned and bitten

Nor can I confirm nor deny having tried to send a burning hula hoop to Ex-Lax brownies to said people but I might have laughed at the idea.

But I can confirm having instructed certain children in how long to wait before determining a friend is no longer a friend and the importance having standards

Everyone deserves a chance but not everyone gets one so you need to be aware of how, where and with whom you spend your time.

If you do this you can expect your heart and head to help guide you to make smart decisions or at least hope they are.

Sometimes that works and sometimes it fails.

How To Find Them

There is rhyme or reason to finding them. No guarantee that if you join a book club, hiking group or bowling league that will include finding your person or people.

All that you can do is keep your eyes open and try not to walk into poles while reading or sending text messages.

You’ll know when you find them, maybe immediately, maybe a little longer.

Either way you’ll know and then you’ll have to just run with it and see what happens.

Let out your sail and fly your flag and see what happens.

Or some such rot.

Can you tell I am working on a speech?

I am and I keep changing it.

Keeping massaging and adjusting, trying to find that perfect pitch and tone.

Might not actually get there, but by gum I am going to get damn close.

Filed Under: Children, Life

The One Sided Conversations Of Blogging

June 19, 2017 by Joshua Wilner 2 Comments

It is just me and Willie again.

He is singing The Last Thing I Needed First Thing This Morning and I am wondering if it is a Scotch, Whiskey or Vodka night.

Four hours at urgent care, way too much nonsense everywhere else and a suitcase that won’t pack itself are weighing upon my shoulders.

Some of you might say it sounds a bit overwhelming and I’d say you don’t know the half of it or how disappointing it is to discover some things and how angry it can make a man.

That man being me.

Yeah, I am irritated enough to have thought about speaking far more freely than you would normally see here.

And given how unfiltered I am, you can imagine what happens if I say screw it and just let go.

The One Sided Conversations Of Blogging

Blogging is often a one sided conversation and that includes blogs with very active comment sections.

We sit on one side of the microphone sharing thoughts, ideas and feelings without a whole of lot of input and insight as to whether people think we’re a genius or an idiot.

Sometimes it is pretty clear we can be both and it might even happen during the same post.

You can turn a phrase that makes everyone stop and admire it and say something so damn stupid afterwards people wonder if you know how to read.

And that reminds me of a variety of exchanges I saw between a country lawyer and a woman he was trying to impress. It didn’t take place on my blog, but on a different one a group of us used to hang out at.

It was pretty clear to most of us that she didn’t recognize how hard he worked to try and impress her and that he didn’t see he had no shot.

Every day he’d try to come up with something witty and insightful but most of us were pretty sure he was missing the mark and that she was just being friendly.

Had there been a real conversation we might have found out we were wrong and that they were both really into each other.

A couple of us wondered if maybe she thought the bumpkin thing was cute or if she liked rubes. We were certain that if it was true it was good for him because he was oblivious.

Not that any of it mattered because we were just commenters who would shoot the breeze with each other and give the author of the blog a good natured ribbing.

But if you circle back to the subhead what I find interesting is that there was a half dozen of us who were active commenters.

A half dozen people who represented thousands of readers.

Well, if you believe the stats the author shared there were thousands of readers and based upon my experiences online I think it is possible.

We often talk about the blog readers as resembling an iceberg.

The few commenters are like the tip that rises above water but three quarters of its bulk stays beneath the surface and isn’t seen unless you go overboard or something extraordinary happens.

Dark Gray Suit

There is a dark gray suit hanging in the closet next to several white shirts and some blue ones.

Got about 40 ties waiting for me to pull the ten favorites so that I can choose three to come fly with me.

Bathing suit, shorts, shirts and assorted toiletries await their turn too.

Justin Timberlake Can’t Stop the Feeling and leads right into Johnny Lee’s Lookin’ For Love and I am wondering where the dog is ‘cuz he sings along with me.

Well, I’ve spent a lifetime lookin’ for you;
singles bars and good time lovers were never true.
Playin’ a fools game hopin’ to win;

Guess I’ll have to wait for tomorrow night to have that fur ball give me that look when I hit

And I was alone then, no love in sight;
and I did ev’rything I could to get me though the night.
Don’t know where it started or where it might end;

Sometimes he barks and wags his tail and sometimes he just wags his tail.

Man’s best and most reliable friend.

Of course I’d love him more if he would pack the damn suitcase for me. I hate packing.

 

Time to lace up the shoes tight, roll the dice and hit it…hard.

They told me to hold the gate and it will be held.

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