One Brick Short

There’s kindling and wood for the fire, a little fine bourbon for the evening, some egg nog and rum for the last night of 2007 and Barboursville brut champagne for the first hour of 2008. And then there’s me.

I’m going into my 50th year here, on this planet, and I’m wondering what the heck happened to me. My life went somewhere while I was living it and, before I knew it, there I was then and here I am now and more than a little bit confused about where I’m headed.

I have great connections with the past. Most of the music that really moves me was made by people now dead, from John Lennon to Warren Zevon to Dan Fogelberg. My journalistic influences, Mike Royko, Hunter S. Thompson and John Coit, also are dead. I’m still trying to figure out this blog thing and learning to use the Internet for recreation and not just a tool before I’m dead.

Worse, on any given day I laugh every bit as much as the unrepentant Ebeneezer Scrooge.

So I’ve made a list of things to which I will swear fealty in the coming year:

I will laugh more.
I will stoke my passion for life.
I will balance my personality beyond being passive-aggressive.
I will say “no” when I should.
I will say “yes” when I can.
I will play bass, guitar, cello, mandolin and/or autoharp a little bit every day.
I will pull a wheelie on the Buell when no one’s around and nobody’s looking and then I won’t tell a soul.
I will play with words and fix any that I break.
I will find musicians other than Marshall Mathers to whom I can relate. Maybe Missy Eliot or Ludicrous, if they aren’t classic rock by now.
Did I mention that I will laugh more?

Hey, I’m working on it.

Send me your resolutions and thoughts. I’ll check the site this evening and y’all have a Happy New Year.

Party responsibly.

Mac

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