David Bowie sang that the world is “Full of folk who don't know me.” I suppose that could be said about all of us. Full of folk who don’t know me. The world doesn't really know me at that well. And I suppose it’s only logical to presume that if folks don’t know me, I also do not know them. Not any of you, really. I don’t know if deep inside you are kind or hateful. Meek or bold. Caring or cold. Perhaps I don’t know if you like beer or do you like wine, or perhaps neither… or both. I don’t...

Here's something to ponder while quenching your thirst. The world has gotten soooo weird lately that WEIRD IS THE NEW NORMAL . This leaves me in a bit of a pickle because to function in society I sort of what to know what the hell is expected of me. You know, what is considered to be within the wide ranging realm of normal? We live in a world where are supposed to believe that men can have periods and babies, while women bitch and complain that there are not enough real men. It would seem...

When I was young I dreamed of sailing ships with tall white sails to the seven seas and mysteries with mighty rolling waves. When the oceans all were conquered to my home I would return, with sailors tales of storms and whales and lessons I had learned. Then we’d step ashore at our home once more have a drink with all our friends till a distant voice left me no choice but to do it all again. When you dream about tomorrow, do you dream of yesterday? Do the kisses still lie sweetly on your...