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I'm a bicycle rider. More to the truth I train on the bike to stay fit as I get older. I train to fight off the age. Diebedes, high blood pressure, trigeminal neuralgia, unwanted weight and the problems from that to. There is a host of other age related fun to. I let myself put on 110 pounds over about the last 12 years. Then the body just had enough. I was falling apart. So I started doing the only thing I knew how to do. Train on the bike. I was a competitive Cyclist from 1979 to about 1992. I gave it all up. Bad choice. In the end I would have been far better off on the bike. Oh well. The lessons continue. That's really the truth of it. The lessons continue. Everyday, every moment. Everything is connected all the time. Well, that's how I see the Universe for me. How you see it, is your business. Ah freedom of thought. I got married to a wonderful woman March 21st 2007. The love of my life. It's true! It took all these 58 years to get ready to love this one beautiful woman. A writer of poems. A writer of pros. So many people know her already.

Monday, June 23, 2008

George Carlin


Is that his real name or just a stage image. To a broken heart we lose a great thinker. A man who told the truth in a way we laughed till we cried it was so painful to hear. To hear about our self. Our country. Any area Mr. Carlin wished to talk about. To put a show together with. Yes a show. Shows for most of his life. Small clubs to large clubs. Success and failure all at the same time. Abuses to his body, mind and soul. There might be 12 steps in there to.
I will miss George Carlin. I miss him already. The bit. The tears. The thoughtfulness of the material. I will be looking for his material today. One more show. Not the last. A life can go on for a long time in the new age of digital reproduction. Sound and sight all at the same time on the computer screen any time I want. George's words and motions will live on long past my death. George Carlin made a difference. He made us think. There is a record of most of it. Some lost in the daily drone of small clubs. Lost to the lack of scribes. Lost to our memory. Today is a good day to hear his bit again. A broken heart at age 71. I should be so lucky.
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