A few things stand still. Those are the objects of my desire. Those things that withstand the wind‘s blow. Shakespeare, the jaw-freezing perspective of the night sky and an animal’s gaze at me. Good whiskey and a book…that’s about as far as I allow myself to go nowadays into introspection. But I’m not mad or mad. Or at least I don’t feel either of these things. And I don’t participate anyway. So it’s tough to get a rise from me, one way or another. I think that more people should be like me in that respect…but I would, wouldn’t I?
I have recently decided to expand my horizons on this site.
That’s the score after 5 or so years of my finger-pointing and raving. The game is far from over…but the shot-clock is running down and I’m getting fewer and fewer open-looks. Their zone defense is killing me; the bench is anxious to get out here and help.
The politically correct don’t listen, or read. The aware…well, they are already aware. So I decided to walk out in the yard this evening and look at the stars all alone. I have invited a few friends to be alone with me and they have accepted. I will be publishing their aloneness here regularly now. You can watch the stars with us or refrain and be worse off for your decision. Or you can contribute…let me know. It’s up to you. It’s win or go home time.
Many will not want to hear what else comes from a mind that has been so focused on one subject with which they agree. I hope some will fall for the old salesman’s trick of ‘selling yourself first’ that I am trying to utilize now. If you like my sports jacket and I say that I am also a fan of your favorite team…well, then maybe I can sell you this car? Maybe not. Maybe you are smarter than that…maybe you aren’t wise enough to recognize a good deal on a cream-puff of a one-owner, low-mileage ride to a real destination. I dunno. I can’t figure you guys out.
They say that Roy Orbison quit singing at the height of his career and went back to selling cars. After his voice made thousands upon thousands of babies in the back seats of those used cars, he decided to go back to what he knew. I can understand that.
You guys seem to jump in and out of the whirlwind so deftly…“I found this spoon!“, you say. Then back into the circular mayhem you go…looking…for something else. A used car perhaps. A destination.
Either way you lose. It will throw you out, y’know. That wind. No matter who is generating it…tribal or otherwise…it doesn’t really go anywhere. Just around. And we here can offer you the breeze in your hair and travel in a straight line, as warned against by our own electronic navigator. We will visit ‘unauthorized areas’ constantly. Roll up your windows and slide your hands over to your weapons. Win or go home. These areas are off the screen.
So let me go to my manager with your offer. I’m sure we can work something out that will fit your budget. The payments will come often but they will be affordable. Hang on.