I have coached my 1st lawyer to pass the bar… So proud!
Everyone has a plan ’till they get punched in the mouth.
I remember as a kid, my father’s feet sticking out from under his 1968 GTO.
I would sit on the pavement listening to his voice echo from under the car.
Dad dispensed a lot of advice with his back to the pavement.
When it came to driving, he only gave one line of advice.
“Never, and I mean never change the radio station.
Keep it on rock and roll. Everything else will just come naturally.”
At nineteen I got a 1967 Mustang convertible.
Dad gave me the same advice “Most accidents happen when you look away from the road.
Never change your radio station or you won’t have this car for long. Just keep it on rock and roll.”
Twenty five years later I drove my Mustang cross country to California
that I picked up at
I was thankful to have music in my head and my Mustang after all this time. When it came to driving advice my dad really did know best.
Happy Fathers Day to all the great Dads out there!
My phone got swiped last night…
I was bummed all day and then I opened an email from Apple about The New iPhone4.
It is so cool.
It snaps photos that I can use with my writing (magazine quality).
It has a movie-making app, a bookstore and video-chat
I will be able to see your face when we talk on the phone.
Just think of the things we can do together.
Life is better to me than I realize sometimes.
New Phone. New Life.
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Years ago I got a phone call from Rolling Stone.
They told me that in return for being a long time subscriber
and supporter of the magazine,
I had been selected as a charter member for a lifetime subscription.
“Ummm… yes please.”
I’ve always had a love affair with Rolling Stone – going right back to the first issue I ever touched.
Hooked I tell ya…
I wasn’t even ten years old and I was hooked.
I used all the money I had for pinball on that magazine.
Stevie Nicks was where it was at for me.
That was issue 235, issue 1105 came to my mailbox last week with Keith Richards on the cover.
( I did not get the Mick Jagger cover, but Lisa Morse did! )
I was just as excited to find that magazine in my mailbox as I was as a kid so long ago.
The meaning of a lifetime subscription didn’t really hit me until today.
I just looked at the date, it expires:
December 14, 2056.
This is the date Rolling Stone predicts I will die.
In case you are wondering, it’s a Thursday.
Mark your calender.
That means I haven’t even lived half my life yet.
It also means I am going to live till I’m 89 years old.
I like that.
46.5 years left to live.
What would you do in that time?
I have a lot of planning to do.
If you have any ideas for my bucket list make a comment
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It won’t kill ya.