Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Happy New Year 2018-2019

Another year older. More time spent writing songs, playing guitar (drums remain in the closet) and posting some tunes on SoundCloud for friends.

Other than that, just taking the best possible care I can of Dondra.

Best wishes from both of us.


Saturday, December 23, 2017

Another Helllacious Year In The Can

And this one has been a rough one for me and Dondra.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and the first without our only child and the first without Dondra's sister who passed last weekend.

But even though neither one of us feel like celebrating we are thankful for the few friends whose shoulders we've been able to lean on all year. Especially my friends on, an international group of muscians, songwriters and poets sharing our knowledge and occasionally post our work on YouTube or SoundCloud.

We both wish you a very Merry Christmas and a great New Year.

Bill and Dondra

PS: Sorry for the few posts, but fighting these "dragons" is a time-consuming job.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Rest In Peace, My Son

Jason Christopher Craig

8.25.1970 - 6.3.2017

He loved Jimmy Buffett, but this one was one of his favorites from the "younger years"

Jason's Tribute/Memorial site is located  here

Thanks to all of you who have posted your condolences.


Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Been A While, Huh?

Yep, I haven't written since March, so here's an update on Dondra and Bill.

First of all, Dondra is feeling much better ! She's up and around, cooking, yelling at me (which I love) and even driving short distances. She drove to her hairdresser today (our niece Pat) by herself, It was about a mile away and I was glad when she came back. She thanks all of you who read this blog for your prayers, thoughts and "get well" wishes.

On the other hand though, she's on a lot of meds and we don't dare let her run out. Some of them are very expensive, but we budget for that and no problems there at present. She has great doctors who treat as her as an equal due to her many years working hand in hand with them as a respiratory therapist.

As for me, well..... things haven't gone so well lately. I spent a week in hospital due to having septic pneumonia. To explain, that is when you have blood poisoning and it gets into one's lungs. The docotr told me, "You weren't dancing with the Grim Reaper, but you two were at the same party, for sure."  That was a month ago and I am fine now. The only thing worrying me was that Dondra was alone. She spent several nights with me sleeping in a chair, but I couldn't allow that, so I had her stay at home with our son.

Don't know if I mentioned this, but I am now under the care of  The Veteran's Administration Health System. The reason for this was the reduced cost of my own meds and free doctor care.

It's tough trying to deal with paying bills, buying groceries, washing clothes, dishes, driving Dondra to her appointments with my batshit dementia, but during those times I am at my sharpest brain wise and I don't make mistakes, so that's a good thing.

Also good news about the dementia: I haven't gotten any worse that I can tell. Although I still get a bit disoriented when I have to drive. Nothing dangerous - just missing exit ramps. Luckily my VA Clinic is only about 1.5 miles, so that too is very convenient for me.

Been writing songs and playing guitar again, so things are much better.


A song for my wife. It's one of her favorites and maybe you'll remember it?


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Saturday, March 12, 2016


Dear Friends and Readers

I wish so much I could describe the year in a different "light", but when I explain my reasons for the above post title, maybe you will understand my pessimistic attitude.

While considering the format of this particular entry, I thought to myself, "You know? Some of this stuff actually happened simultaneously, so how are you going to present it all?  Time-wise? No format at all? In terms of severity? All three?"

As most of you are familiar with my style of writing, why don't we just get started? I promise not to lead you astray and bring you back safe and sound, okay?

You're in good (if shaky and older) hands.


Pretty much all of 2015 made me wanna yell, "Cut!!!, Time Out!!! Rewrite!!", , but there was no time for that. It seemed there was one calamity after another, and hardly any of them got solved/resolved, because....."....there was no time...".


I have already written about Dondra's heart problem called "Atrial Fibrillation". Well, this problem came up continually in 2015 resulting in numerous (14 in one month alone) hospitalizations that her cardiac surgeon finally installed a pacemaker to control her rate. Not the atrial fib - that still rears its ugly head several times a week - but the heart rate  and this set at 60 beats a minute.


A month later.......

During the last month and about a week ago, Dondra fell three times in one night as the result of 3 syncopal episodes. I managed to get her back to bed all but once. At that time I had to call the ambulance and get her to the hospital. Result: The meds again. She either gets too much of one or not enough of the other.

As I write, my wife (who we feared had a broken hip - she doesn't) is now in a rehab hospital and will stay as long as is needed in order to straighten out what's going on. She's been there one week now and her expected date of discharge is 3.17.2016 if  she's well enough by then. The good thing about that is, it costs us nothing - no copay, etc., and I am very relieved that she is there and being well taken care of. We are lucky that the hospital is only a very short distance from the house and it's no problem getting there.

I spend the night with her 6 nights out of the week and during the day I manage the house and take care of our cat Bert, who has now been diagnosed with Diabetes.

I feel very fortunate that except for the dementia I am healthy. I keep a lot of notes and talk to my brother who is there for me if I/we need groceries, etc. He has also "stepped up" and offered advice which is fantastic.

I will end this for now by asking for your thoughts and prayers as I always do in hopes that a solution will be found and Dondra can have as healthy as possible life again.



Please remember to click and feed our homeless four-legged friends. Nothing to buy and you can do it every day! Many thanks from both of us.

Bill and Dondra

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Friday, September 18, 2015

A Poem And A Song

I'm keeping it short and sweet again today, but I did want to share with you a poem that my wife Dondra wrote in answer to "The Sunshine Song" which you heard in the last installment.

 She very rarely writes anymore so this is very special to me:

"The sunshine that you gave to me

Warmed my heart and soul

It chased away the shadows and then my life felt whole

Sunshine painted all the corners of my life

Surrounding me with comfort and taking away the strife

Sunshine, invisible, surrounding me, so warm

Swaddles me, comforts me and so I fear no harm

Reminding me of you and your selfless devotion

I'm fortunate to know a love that so transcends emotion

Your gift flowed gently in the room, grew into my heart

And took away the gloom.

I never knew you had the Sunshine

That it was saved for me

God leant to you the sunshine

And was pleased that you chose me.

Special gifts like Sunshine are so, so very rare

God trusted you with Sunshine

Because He knows how much you care"


Dondra Craig 9/16/2015


I've never ever had poetry written to me before, so this didn't only make my day. it made my whole LIFE. And while we are on the subject of my wife,, she is doing better and improving every day! She's up and around, yelling at me (just kidding) and driving short distances. I appreciate all your prayers, thoughts, voodoo or whatever it is you all did. She's had having a very rough time of it lately

By the way, because of her stroke she is no longer working and she misses it, but is getting used to it and getting used to being taking care of by me.


And just to keep things on a lighter side here's a song I found on SoundCloud for you. It kinda tells the story of my life lately. It is called "Short Attention Span" by the Andrew London Trio. Listen closely and enjoy!

"Short Attention Span"


Please remember the animals and to click to feed!



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Monday, September 14, 2015

The "Sunshine Song" Takes On A Life Of Its Own


Since I never realized what a "hit" "If Sunshine Were Mine" would be, I am continuing its story with different versions from other countries, as suggested by my friend Peatle Jville from the aforementioned guitar site Chordie:

"I love the way people are having a go at your lyrics. I would like to see a International movement formed called
If Sunshine Were Mine. With all sorts of musicians giving their take on your lyrics to that song and putting them up on soundcloud. I have put my version up on soundcloud under Peatle Jville which I think is not that good but the best I could do so at the moment I place myself at third place getter.
So far three countries have submitted I would like to hear more from every where. Mo and Phill love your versions.
I hope more New Zealanders would give it ago as the Northern Hemisphere has got the lead at the moment.

And from my friends easybeat and Jandle
"........can we have some more versions of this song.
Peatle mojo & Phill so far have covered it, more please."

" guys are so awesome and what I am amazed at is the way one song or in this case one (poem) can be interpretedin so many different ways, styles. Great stuff. Bring on the ladies in here, What's your versions"


So with his version of my song (see link below), my new friend has issued a challenge to all countries whose citizens read this blog: Come up with your own version and allow me to post it here and let's let it be "The Little Love Song That Could" (for want of a better name).

The easy way to do it (and I am not spamming you, promise) is to join us over at and join up, then post your tune there and on Give me permission to use it here and I will do the rest.

Thanks as always for reading my doggerel and don't forget the song and to click and feed the animals. Both cost you nothing and one will make you feel good and the other may make you famous and feel good at the same time! lol


DISCLAIMER:Dear Fellow Musician.
Please be advised that this is not a competition.
It is merely a way for me to show my love to my wife
from all possible contries in the world. Again, you
are not competing and your only claim to fame
with the tune is within this blog.
I also reserve all copyrights to my version of the song only as of today 9.14.2015


And now here is Pete's version of "If Sunshine Were Mine":

"If Sunshine Were Mine"


LATE ADDITION : This version of the song comes to us from my good friend and new father-in-law Jim Kenyon. Jim outdid himself (and me!), with his spirited and happy version. Thanks, buddy!

****PLEASE COPY AND PASTE**** I can't make the link work.


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Thursday, September 10, 2015

Changes: More Symptoms For Me/Us To Consider


After almost 6 years on the same meds: Welbutrin, Duloxetine and Lamotrigine, I had decided they weren't working for me anymore to control the depression part of my dementia, so I made an appointment with my brain doctor (psychiatrist) and told her that.

After a thorough interview ("inner view") she decided that to help me with my vivid dreaming - she calls them "night terrors" - she'd put me on one 1mg per Prasozin, which also helps with controlling my blood pressure and 4 mg of Abilify, which is a drug that sort of "boosts" the other anti depressives.

She also lessened the Welbutrin dosage in order to to get  a more "even regimen". I also spoke to her of my problems with focusing, whereupon she decided to put me on Ritalin as soon as my B/P stabilizes.

Almost from the second day, I began having serious physical problems: swelling of the ankles, worsening of the arthritis, syncope (dizziness), nervousness/irritability and shuffling gait.

I called her nurse and she dropped the dosage of the Abilify to 2 mg and we made an appointment for the 21st of September, 2115. I  can walk in and hope for a cancellation, but I tried that yesterday and it was "no-go".  So my next best thing is to sit and wait for a phone call from the nurse and hurry over there, since it is only a 10 minute drive.

The next step would be to go to the local ER, but I know from having worked in one, they won't have a psychiatrist on staff , and would either want me to "wait it out" or admit me to a psych hospital, which I cannot do because if  Dondra's  heart acts up again, I need to be here to help with her care.

So I will continue to "ride it out" and hope my present meds carry me through. I think most of you probably know one doesn't "just walk away" (quit) psychotropic meds cold turkey, so I am weaning myself off them gradually.

Stay tuned, and meanwhile please don't forget to click and feed, buy clicking the icon below.



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Tuesday, September 8, 2015

All I Ever Wanted Was To Be A Musician: From The Memoirs

I don't think I have ever written about this, but the fact that my life (that of a musician/songwriter) didn't turn out the way I wanted just irks the hell out of me!

How does one reconcile this with one's self?

I have school friends who wound up with exactly the career they wanted: they are doctors, lawyers, (no Indian Chiefs, although one of my friends does live on a Sioux Reservation), senators, etc., etc..

Thinking about this very thing a few nights ago, I realized I miss the "woody" smell inside the shells of my drums, the "ozony" smell of the amplifier tubes as they got hot, the sort of "musty" smell inside my guitar cases; and yes, the smell of beer and the sound of the crowd enjoying themselves, thereby enjoying my music, being played for them.

But I didn't get that, did I? No, I did not, and if it sounds like I'm whining, so be it.

A job inbetween the bands was working for the local radio station (s) here in Carrollton, so I could at least hear my beloved music and I listened like no other. I could pick out mistakes and/or things I might have done differently. In other words, I was a musician with only the 45's or 33 1/3's as my "instruments".

Most of the bands I played with had musicians with wives and eventually some of us broke up because of those wives. I was lucky in that regard: my own wife was and is my biggest fan and never denied me one minute of time behind my drums or playing rhythm guitar sometimes. Every now and then we had to bail the lead guitarist out of jail, but looking back it was so much fun. 

Being sure I would once again find that "magic" group of guys and/or girls and start all over, I worked a number of other jobs, was good at them and then became bored and found something else: Because I always had a desire to be helpful, I followed my wife into her career as a medical professional: a Respiratory Therapist. This was at age 40 and re-learning and starting over with things I should have learned in school wasn't the easiest challenge I'd ever faced, but I did it and practiced my craft for 20 years. I loved making folks feel better and breathe easier.

So the desire to be a musician with a working band never left me, but it did go to the proverbial "back burner", and there it stayed until I became disabled or, if you prefer, went batguano.

At this point in time I am 65, retired with a whole room of musical instruments, but no one to play them with me.

Still whining, aren't I? So what? It's my blog........ and I'll whine if I want to. LOL

I do have a new group of friends on a site called Chordie dot com, however, and there I can talk about music, songwriting, music theory and just anything I choose to. It's a wonderful group of guys and girls, but they're spread out all over the world, so playing/jamming with them just isn't possible. What I didn't mention about The Chordians (as I call them) is how helpful and caring they are. Even loving!!!!

So is my dream of being a musician still attainable or has it all gone up in the smoke of the last bar I played in?

I don't know. All I do know is that if the right "breaks" had come along for me, maybe I'd be part of a major (or minor - I'm not choosy, I just wanna play my drums all day) band.

Thanks for reading and please remember to click and feed and  do it every day. It costs you nothing and it really does your heart good.

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The two versions of the song below were done by my Chordian friends, Mojo and Phill. I wrote it as a poem and they added their talents to it. It's for my wife. Hope you like both versions as much as I do. I thank them both for their time and talents and hope to feature more of their work here.


The words are:

If sunshine were mine
I'd give it to you

If moonshine were wine
I'd pour it for you

If loving you, honey
Was all I could do

I'd do it, I;d do it
For you

The Animal Rescue Site

Monday, September 7, 2015

Mysterious Occurrences Within The Class of '68 of Villa Rica High School: From The Memoirs

Hello Again.

What I am about to relate really happened either during or shortly after in the years 1967 - 1968. I'll be changing names, but what happened will be true and without embellishment on my part.

I haven't explored it in detail because the people involved are either now dead or they aren't talking - meaning of course that they are either witnesses or had a close association with the event(s).

Event I: "Contagious" Appendicitis.

Yep, you read that correctly. I know that you know appendicitis can't be caught from another person or running water, but back in 1967-68, there was a strong suspicion that it was contagious and here is how it all went down: A student we'll call Randy took a drink of water between classes from a water fountain. He later complained of pain in the part of the body where the appendix lies. He also happened to have a fever.

No one ever doubted the etiology (cause) of the "appendicitis" had to come from the water, and soon my classmates (me included) were taken to the ER with our "own" appendicitis and were taken to the Operating Room for our "own" appendectomy.

Getting back to the cause for a moment: Who in the hell came up with "It's gotta be the water, Bubba. Gotta be!"?

The Doctors say: "Well, it's hurtin' in the right place, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, so let's jerk that thing out. NURSE! give this young man 75 of Demerol and 25 of Vistaril and get him into OR 3!!!"

What did he say? Demerol? Isn't that the drug that makes you feel good and stuff?

And there you have it: I wouldn't call it "mass hysteria" exactly, but to my knowledge no kid who presented with the "symptoms" was turned away and sent back home, including yours truly.

It might be prudent to let you know that except for once in college I have never partaken of an illegal drug.

Event II: MORE Mass Hysteria - "CATCH IT! CATCH IT! CAT..."

1968: Football Season and my high school was losing the game in the fourth quarter. It was the opponent's turn to kick off to us, and the band, after so many kick-off fumbles disgustedly started chanting, "Catch It! Catch It! Catch It" which soon turned into "Cat Shit! Cat Shit!, Cat Shit!" until everyone in the stands were chanting it. I'll bet some knees hit the floor in front of the altar that Sunday.


Event III, IV and V: "Sad But True"

I combined these three because there's nothing much to say about them except one was missing at last check and the other two are dead.

Not long after graduation our classmate we'll call "Dave" was busted in his apartment with a coffee table filled with any kind of drug you might want which would get you high. The rumor, and I have to emphasize it is only a rumor, is that Dave was "fronted" those drugs and since they were confiscated, the money to be collected disappeared. And that is why Dave is presumably hiding. I hope so anyway, he was a good kid, as I remember.

Another fellow student died on a ventilator after suffering a respiratory arrest. No cause of death was ever released, but Bobby was one of the smartest kids in our school and there was absolutely no reason for him to spend 4-5 years as a vegetable, being mechanically ventilated. Those were different times, however, with different was of thinking. Again, there were rumors, but let's let him rest in peace. He was another one of the good ones.

Finally, Theo blew his brains out with a shotgun, not long after graduation and getting married. There's only one (perhaps two) person(s) who know the full story and they ain't talkin', folks.

So that's it for this installment. It's been discovered that many of us who have dementia remember the "long-ago" things, but aren't too good at knowing what's going on in the present. I suppose this has been one example of the former.

Thanks for reading and please remember to click on the icon to help feed some cats and dogs who might otherwise die. It costs you nothing and you can do it every day.



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