Thursday, January 5, 2017

It's my birthday!

I'm 55.

I was born in a snow storm.

I rode a train to Minnesota when I was 5, and GI Joe was in my nightmare.

I broke an arm once.

I learned to play trombone when I was in 7th grade.

I went to college.

I got married in 1985

I became a music teacher.

I joined the Air Force in 1986.

We live in England for three years.

I got out of the Air Force in 1991.

I had (well, WE had) three children.

I went back to teaching music.

I'm a damn good bus driver.

I've had three bus driving wrecks (they weren't my fault, I swear)

Sometimes I draw stuff.

Sometimes I write poetry.

Sometimes I write songs.

Sometimes I write short stories.

Sometimes I take photographs. With a real camera. Not a cheesy cellphone.

I learned how to cook.

I can speak a little Spanish.

I rode a motorcycle 19,000 miles across America in 2015 and lost a lot of weight.

I gained it all back.

I hardly do anything these days except sit, drink and get depressed over what I think are bad things that are happening in this world.

I can play the ukulele, the vehuela, a bit of violin, parts of two songs on the piano, some guitar, and the penny whistle.

I really like playing my penny whistle.

But I recently lost my penny whistle.

I have two banjos. I can play one of them.

I would really like to ride my motorcycle around the world, pilot a boat around The Great American Loop, hike the Pacific Crest, Continental Divide and Appalachian Trails, and learn how to play the bagpipes.

One day, when I have time to devote my energies to a dog, I'd like to have a dog.

I probably have 25 more years to live.

I guess I better get with it.

Adios

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