Six years of being an over the road truck driver afforded me the opportunity to see all forty eight contiguous states. The vast majority of them I didn’t do anything more than drive through them. For some, that was all…
Las Vegas
Tag: Past
Album Art Work
I saw a piece on the news, or maybe it was a website about how the album is making a comeback. Yay! Sort of… I am a digital music fan for many reasons. I lament somewhere on this blog about…
Flight School
One of the most enjoyable times in my life was while I was in flight school. It was likely the most perfect balance of bullshit and an absolute thrill ride. Nothing about it was easy, but there were these moments…
A Moment In Chaos!
All of us have experienced a moment when it seemed as though time came to a standstill. Whether it was a car accident, taking a fall, or watching something valuable fall off a shelf. If you have not experienced this…
Guitar Solos
The greatest thing about the 80’s was Glam Metal…to a point. For the most part, the rock & roll of the eighties, whether you call it Heavy Metal, Glam Metal, or whatnot, it was upbeat and positive. It was about…
I Remember My First Kiss
I remember my first kiss. I was seven or eight and her name was Sandra. It was a thrill for me because I had a huge crush on her. The kiss was the result of a contest to see which…
Grandma’s Power Meter
Regular readers of this blog may have figured out by now, I was a pretty inquisitive kid. If something piqued my interest, I explored it to its fullest. As I said in some other post on this site, to ask…
Time Travel Symphony
I touted not long ago in “If only we could go back…”that time travel wasn’t possible. Then contradicted myself when I said it was possible in a sense in “Yesterdays Friends”. Now I am going to say once again, thanks…
Best Friend
As a child growing up in family that moved often, long lasting permanent friendships did not develop. There were play mates, class mates, kids you hung out with, but friendship required trust and mutual respect. If those things existed, then…
Yesterday’s Friends
As we get older, we take inventory of our lives. During this reflection, we find holes created by those people who have slipped into our past. Someone else cannot fill these holes. It’s not that these holes are painful, or…