August 31st 2021.  Just a few weeks away from fall.  Football is  back in action.  And that “summer is over” feeling is starting to creep in.  Remember when you “had” to go to school…….

Fall is an interesting season for me.  I love all of the seasons for their own specific reasons.  Winter for the calm.  Spring for the renewal.  Summer for the life. And Fall? Fall for reflection.  And football. 

When the Fall season comes around I tend to watch more movies, read more “books”, listen to more music and try to write more.  Some years I’m more focused and productive, some years not so much.

Well, here I am again.  Fall season around the corner.  My brain simmering with thoughts and ideas.  My ambition and ego promising to create musical and literary masterpieces.  My heart racing to keep up with my mind.  My hands and thumbs ready at a moments notice.  All set. And then……

“Why would anybody be interested in my stories?”  “Do my stories have any extraordinary content or merit?” No.  “Do they have any ordinary appeal or value?” Don’t know.  That’s the prevailing thought that goes through my mind as I prepare to be creative.  Another thing.  These stories have meaning to me and I don’t know if I can convey their true value through my limited vocabulary and writing experience.  But these stories deserve to be told.  I’ve attempted to tell these stories many times, finishing a few paragraphs and then not finishing at all.  Here we go.  I’ll try.  Again.

Blessed to wake up to another Monday morning. How fast the summers do go by. Time to get this week started. About a month of summer days left……..

Alright. Another weekend coming to a close. Another week closer to the end of summer. Boy time flies when your having fun. Actually, time flies all of the time at my age…..

Had the pleasure of celebrating my mother-in-law’s birthday today. Always good for family to get together. Great time hanging with the in-laws. Last month I hung out with my family in the same manner. First time since 2019 that we had a chance to see both of our respective families. Blessed.

Making it even better was getting to see three family members riding their bikes. All Harleys. All good brothers. I missed the ride because I had to transport too much to the party. Just as happy to see those fellas enjoy a perfect day for a ride.

Well, almost past my bedtime. Monday morning is waiting. 5:30am will be calling. But another weekend is coming…..

Another beautiful, classic ballad that everyone should hear.

If you’ve never heard this song before PLEASE give it a listen. I promise you will not be disappointed.

This song is one of the reasons why I wanted to create music.

Pain in lower back, sore shoulder, tweaked ankle, upset stomach. Time for a two-wheeled commute to cure Tuesday morning blues.

Wishful thinking got me a new bike. Could lightning strike twice?

A song for “Sweet Dreams” on a Monday night.

A song for “Sweet Dreams” on a Monday night.