Sometimes a person can find themselves in a dilemma. The magnitude of the dilemma could be very small or of Herculean proportions. But regardless of its size they remain bamboozled as to how to go about addressing it, how to find the right answers, how to resolve it.
People will lose sleep, tell others that they’ve tried everything, or that they are at their wit’s end and just don’t know what to do. All the advice they are given never seems right – seems like square solutions to problems made of round holes.
Then one day the sun comes out. The idea of going for a walk and to abandon all their problems for an hour or so seems very attractive. So they go. And for the first time in weeks, they see that the trees have lost all their leaves. That the neighbour’s cat is out hunting mice, and that the nearby mountain is still so majestic.
Then taking a turn down a ramshackle back lane, they find an old concrete wall with these words spray painted on it, ‘Sell the house and forget her’.
Month: October 2017
Woke up this morning feelin’ fine.
There’s somethin’ special on my mind.
Last night I met a new girl in the neighbourhood, whoa yeah.
Something tells me I’m into something good.
She’s the kind of girl who’s not too shy.
And I can tell I’m her kind of guy.
It was 1964 in Cleveland, Ohio. I was just 10 years old. And the group ‘Herman’s Hermit’s’ had just released the song, I’m Into Something Good.
We were living in a new housing projects in the middle of a mixed ghetto: whites, blacks and Puerto Ricans. It was full of all the things you’d hear about on the news: drugs, knives, guns, suicides, homeless bums, the smell of poverty, and fighting, everybody fighting. Wives with husbands, neighbours with neighbours, drunks with other drunks, children with children – a by-product of the stress and despondency that thrives in poverty stricken neighbourhoods. (more…)
I was at an event yesterday.
I met a woman who was standing next to me.
I asked her how long she’d been here for.
She said, ‘Oh, less than an hour.’
Then I asked her how long she was going to stay.
She said, ‘I can only stay for the morning session.’
She looked at me and asked,
‘How about you?’
I said that I’d been here for 63 years.
That I hoped to stay around for another 20 years or so.
She said, ‘Oh, that’s nice’,
and moved to the other side of the room.