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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 Sunshin…

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 an…

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 shuffli…

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 …

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, an…

Still Here ------ And A Selfie

Good Day. It's the first day of September and in a few short minutes from now, my wife and I are setting out for St. Joseph's Hospital in Atlanta where Dondra will have what is known as an "Ablation".

From Web MD: " Catheter ablation, also called radiofrequency or pulmonary vein ablation, is nonsurgical and is the least invasive. The doctor inserts a thin, flexible tube in a blood vessel in one's leg or neck. Then they guide it to the heart. The doctor uses either heat, cold, or radio energy to scar tissue inside the heart, in the location where the irregular beats are triggered. The treated tissue helps to stop the irregular heartbeat.' in Dondra's case this irregular heartbeat is called atrial fibrillation, or, as it is commonly called, "A-Fib".

This also is the reason you all haven't heard from me of late. We have had so many issues with A-Fib that in one week she needed 3 hospitalizations! Many meds were tried until we found one whi…