Normally, I sit in front of my virtual piece of paper each day of the week and pen stories bringing a plethora of creatures to life. It would only be proper to invite these underlings to live in a world as unique as them. This, of course, requires more work on my part as I have to design a habitat to house these various beings.
Then, a thought crosses my mind. Not just any thought, but a thought of great importance. A thought that is capable of changing the world, albeit on a small scale, but a change none-the-less. What is that thought . . . fried chicken!
I can see it now, or moreover taste, that golden crust with an unbelievable crunch, followed by the soft tender meat exuding juice with each bite. Can you think of another form of nutrition that is portable, delectable, and perfectly proper for any meal?
Fried chicken is one of the foods that few people can cook, but most fast food restaurants or grocery stores can turn out perfectly every time.
In short, do yourself a favor. Eat more fried chicken.
Have the best week you’ve ever had and take time to talk with the God that gave it all for you and me!
I had a bit of minor surgery recently. I’ve been in operating rooms before; however, I had limited time to visualize my surroundings due to anesthesia escorting me to la-la land.
This time, I went under the knife with pain control provided by a local. Having no problem with needles, the area being sliced numbed in short order. Allow me to say, the various banks of surgical lights hanging from the ceiling, along with other pieces of equipment, were impressive, to say the least.
Since operating rooms must be kept cold and my body does not regulate its internal temperature correctly, they had to come up with a way to keep me from getting too cold. Therefore, they fashioned a temperature-regulating area over me that also added to my comfort by covering me with a tarp and introducing warm air underneath.
The surgeon relayed details concerning the procedure and then asked about my favorite music. I gladly informed him that hard rock, especially the band, Rush, was my normal listening pleasure.
I spent my time in the surgical suite, rocking with three of the most talented musicians in the rock genre, along with a neurosurgeon, resident, nurses, and various other medical personnel. I’m fortunate to live near a city with a world class hospital and nationally recognized surgeons. Needless to say, my procedure went well, and I rather enjoyed my time in surgery. Of course, this experience fits me to a ‘T’ as I enjoy going to the dentist.
Have a wonderful week and may God richly bless you and keep you and yours.
I have always enjoyed a good dose of hard rock and roll. Being too young to grasp hold of bands like The Beatles, Rolling Stones, etc. my first true love in the world of rock was Rush. They were a three-man powerhouse from Canada I enjoyed seeing them in concert until their retirement after 41 years, then came the final blow following the death of their drummer, Neil Peart, in 2020.
I have seen different methods used to transport music from device to ear.
Thankfully, I was on the tail end of the eight-track craze. It never made sense having a tape in a case that rubbed against itself as it played.
After eight-tracks came cassettes. Talk about a compact way to haul and convey your preferred tunes, these devices just couldn’t be beat.
I’ve left out one very important way to enjoy music from yesteryear, the vinyl disc. That good ole standby, like a certain bunny we know, keeps going and going and going, and are in vogue.
Of course, there are the latest devices of technology like CDs, which last no longer than vinyl discs meaning about 100 years or more.
I guess as long as we are able to enjoy our music favorites, the device we use to complete this task is immaterial.
I had dreams of becoming a rock star in my younger years. Here is the URL to my last stint in a recording studio. I wrote theses two songs and performed the vocals and guitar work. Unknown to me at the time, the drummer became my brother in-law. The bassist was a close friend, who played with me for years going on to bigger and better things. He performed the backup vocals for the song, Street Legal.