999 and counting….

By maddogg09 on July 1, 2024

I never thought I would EVER be one of those…

You know, people who post online blogs.

This is the 999^th post I have had published on this blog site and I am having just as much fun doing it now as when I started three years ago.

My science of writing is a simplistic study; Wake up. Get stoned. Start writing.

This whacky world provides me all the ammo I need to write fun, evocative, and sometimes shocking (I was banned from Facebook) commentary on the human condition and our emotional responses to well, everything.

It is currently a beautiful day in southern Ohio and I am itching to get my leg healed so I can hit the course before the weather gets crazy-hot as it always does in summer.

One more time…

I am hooking up with a lead guitar player later this week to see about putting together my Last Band.

This will make my third Last Band…

I'll keep you posted.

Nationalism of the highest order is going on in the world of sports and quite frankly, it seems refreshing in this day where divisive factions have diluted the concept.

The European football championship is being played and I love it when they play the teams' respective national anthems and I can feel the pride that some people have for their country.

I grew up with that pride.

Next come the Olympics in Paris.

I carry fond memories of Paris and a girl named Suzienne.

I remember the weather always seemingly temperate and mild compared to the UK.

The rain blew soft and mild, and not cold like England, nor stinging like Wales and Ireland.

There always seemed to be a light haze over the city, and it was really obvious if you saw it from atop the Eiffel Tower.

I remember it seemed like every single French person I ever met smoked. Even the young kids.

Not me.

I think it was in 1965 or 1966 French Prime Minister Charles De Gaulle expelled all NATO countries' military bases from France and just like that, Suzienne was replaced by Annette.

In Germany.

I especially miss England in the fortnite that Wimbledon is held.

The weather is always unpredictable, many times having at least one day being a total wash out.

Now that the joke of a supreme court we have has exonerated their chosen idiot, all I can say is that I am glad I will be dead before shit becomes REALLY bad.

Unless…

As my big brother Ed taught me: "The word unspoken is the word uneaten."

Here's a pic from my gig last Friday at a local brewery. Playing with me is a fellow musician Zack "Fish" Fisher.