July is summer.

July is everything February could never be.

February sucks, it doesn’t even try.

I want to be in the daylight every second of every July day.

Nothing is better than being on my bike on a 95-degree day. That feeling of being slow roasted. I absorb every fricken degree and store it. I swear that’s the only way I survive 20 below.

95 is awesome, 20 below is just plain stupid.

I get stressed being inside in July,  like I’m wasting the summer.

I never wear pants in July. I hate pants.

I get strangely sad when July ends. August is great but it’s not July.

Late July is the time when friends start telling me how many weeks until winter… It is when people start talking about how much they “can’t wait” for the cool of autumn.

Bite me.

Late July people start using the “S” word around me and I want to cover my ears and sing really loud. It snows something like 14 months a year, can’t I just have July without mentioning that frozen, slushy crap?

Still, 4 days to go. That’s a lot, right?

I must be an eternal optimist. Every morning I wake up expecting the world to have somehow changed for the better – overnight -then I turn on the news and find myself greatly disappointed.

We are accepting things as normal that are just – flat out – not normal.

Are things as screwed up as they appear to be, or am I just a victim of some “good old days syndrome”? [Read more…] about Is It Me? I Think it Must Be Me. It Cannot Be This Screwed Up, Right?

I saw this guy in an older Chevy Pick-up this morning. He’s about my age, wearing a John Deere hat, big wad of chewing tobacco in his mouth. I’m left wondering Red Man or Levi Garrett.

The truck had some Trump bumper sticker’s,  a “Stop Planned Parenthood” bumper sticker, a flag,  America flag. I was pretty sure his radio was to set to some country music station…

I’m hoping there would be Hank Sr. or George Jones. Those guys were goddamn poets. Maybe some Earl Scruggs. I don’t think you can really appreciate music until you have immersed yourself in Foggy Mountain Breakdown. I’m serious about this. All of this. [Read more…] about Apple Pie and Chevrolet

All day I’ve been thinking about the mix in my family and friends. It’s a pretty even mix,

Hispanic, African, Eastern European, Northern European, Mediterranean,  Middle Eastern, Caribbean. It’s been that way all my life. Unintentional, just how it happened.

I don’t love everyone, I hate a few people. That has always been based on who they are or what they did to deserve my hatred. I seriously don’t understand the bullshit that is tearing this country apart. If I love you I love you. If I don’t there’s a reason, that reason has nothing to do with your skin color, or where your ancestors came from. [Read more…] about We Are All We Have