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NEXT YEAR, MAYBE THE YEAR AFTER

Next year shows up fast, so fast that you haven’t gotten over anything from the last year. Suddenly you’re stacking the new ‘get over it’ on top of the old ‘get over it.’ You used to care about getting over things. What happened? This happened:

DECISION MAKING BEHIND THE CURTAIN

Decision making used to be a coin flip. To be, or not to be; go, or no go. Were those simpler days, or just poor memories? Social media says hold my beer.

ADVERSITY STAGE FOR THE WIN

The adversity stage was set for a beautiful Oregon afternoon in the woods. Why adversity? Cannonball Adderley: You know, sometimes we’re not prepared for adversity.

GUITAR PLAYERS OF THE PAST

My guitar friends say guitar players are the same from every era. Unlike current critics of the NBA who say past greats played against milkmen and plumbers and wouldn’t survive in today’s game, musicians from the past are just a request away. Or a documentary. I recently saw The Wrecking Crew.

GOOD MOOD MAKES A DIFFERENCE?

A good mood sets the day. A bad mood? Everyone has one, but not everyone shares it over and over. And over. Is there a huge difference between the two?

SUIT CASE AND GUITAR?

“On a tour of one night stands, my suitcase and guitar in hand.” With my biggest fan.

LOST HIGHWAY? GET A MAP, BOOMER

The Lost Highway by Hank Williams is every road ever traveled. Some longer, some shorter, but it’s the same road. You can say you’re not lost. Go ahead. But we’re all old enough to know better.

YOUR LAND, MY LAND, OUR LAND

Your land is more than the surface under your feet. Go ahead and put ‘No Trespassing’ signs everywhere on a plot of dirt, but it’s still not enough. Why? Because it’s not your land, or my land, but our land. Here’s how I figured it out:

ADULT FRIENDSHIP FAILS TO AVOID

Adult friendship is a balancing act. They are either too friendly, or distant. Too enthusiastic, or remote. And it’s always ‘them?’ Ok, boomer.

KAUAI MUSIC: KEKAI CHOCK AT SMITH’S GARDEN LUAU

Kauai music comes from the rhythm of the waves, the sudden rain squall, and Kekai Chock at Smith’s Garden Luau. I was there with Kauai Team Two after cruising the Wailua River to the Fern Grotto. They were looking around while I watched our seats once the crowd started filing in. From my part of […]