Where To, Bud?

Hey Everyone No, these aren't JEOPARDY categories, but the titles of this entry's content. Much has happened since we last spoke, so let's get right to it..... ======================================================= ======================================================= ====================================================== ====================================================== Those of you who follow me or are my friends on Facebook will know that I recently discovered that since I'm over the age of 62 (I'm 63), I can return to college and take whatever courses are available --- for free.  Or so I thought. When I decided to pursue this, a friend was kind enough to drive over to my alma mater, the University of West Georgia, to pick up whatever it is I would need to get started. When she explained my situation, she was told, yes, the classes are free, but the fees are $929.00 per semester. Huh? That's not really "free" then, is it

About The Time I Tried To "Go Home Again" In the words of Thomas Wolfe, "You can't go home again", and I'm the poster child for that.  Way back in the 90's, I thought I could go home and live again in my native Germany and it turned out to be a dismal failure. It set me back not only financially, but mentally as well. To be fair to myself, I had stars in my eyes and didn't think things through all the way. If I had, I'd never have moved, but you can't talk to someone who thinks he's finally fallen in love with the "right" woman. You can't make them see reason and you just have to go let them go ahead, make their mistake (s) and hope they can recover when things don't work out. And so it was with me and here's the story as well as I remember it - sorry, but I don't know any exact dates - I just know it was in the early 90's. In the late 80's, a few years before my Mother died, and while

This is being written in real time, right now, this minute. I thought about writing this a little while ago while watching an HBO documentary about Alzheimer's Disease. It had a title which I don't at this second in time remember. Maybe I will before I stop writing this, but I don't know for sure. This documentary had as its focus a poet, a man named Edwin Honig and it followed him on film through all the stages, even the very last one before you die; Stage 7. At the start the viewer is asked to remember three words in order and at this moment in time, I do remember them, but throughout the film, it was a struggle for me and I'll try to explain it so you can understand what was going on in my brain, because even though it seems important, I don't understand why it should be. Okay, the words are "chair", "tree" and "bird". As I just now wrote this, I hesitated maybe a second between each word to make sure. Is this important to

Cautiously hopeful that all my symptoms have stabilized, but not altogether sure of it. I still have the short-term memory loss, and I know this won't improve, but it hasn't gotten worse, so I see that as a good sign. I'm almost 64 after all, so nothing reverses now anyway. "From the minute we are born, we begin to die". Who said that? Damn if I know. I googled it, and although many people use the quote, no one attributes it to anyone. Nietzsche, Kafka, Crosby, Stills, Nash, Freud, Marx, Engels or Jung? Like I said, I don't know, but it's true. Our cells begin to die once we hit the open air. I can't remember it, but it musta been nice and warm in mother's womb. No wonder we get slapped on our butts when we exit: it's like a "welcome" of sorts to a world of pain and death - however they manifest themselves. In between we try to find a little happy-time, and some of us do. I'm still keeping up and promoting my German friends

I don't know if it's old age or this , but I find myself no longer having to have that . This includes Stephen King novels, a new set of drums (although new cymbals would be nice!), the best guitar and clothes. I was also once crazy about men's fragrances, but the last one I bought was 5 years ago and it's still full. No, these days I could live very nicely on what income I (we) get and I still get my allowance every month from my wife, Dondra. Sometimes I use it all, sometimes I don't, but it's all I need. Okay, before y'all say, "Bull-SHIT, Bill", a small caveat: Yes, I do  like to look at guitars, and, if the price is cheap enough, I may  buy one, but the last one I bought was 3 years ago: my Paul McCartney copy bass. Clothes? Well, yeah. If something wears out, I'll tell Dondra what I need and she picks it up for me, but the last time we did that was last Summer. My allowance goes mostly for what little bills I incur: Doctor's v

Yup, Dondra's birthday is the 11th, and I know she'd enjoy getting some well-wishes from our friends. She may be found on Facebook if you don't want to leave a comment here. I've taken care of my end, having gotten her favorite perfume which I ordered online. Speaking of which, since I've become very much a private person, my computer has really helped a lot in keeping in touch and keeping myself occupied. In other news, I'm still busy being "Brian Epstein" to COPPER SMOKE , an American Roots Rock band based in Würtzburg, Germany. I'm their unofficial PR rep here in the US, but they badly need some talent representation over there. They're booking their own gigs and doing their own publicity on various sites, but they badly need their "chance", because they're terrific musicians and Frank Halbig is a great songwriter. ==================================================== ====================================================

First of all, yet another apology for the long time(s) between posts. I don't have an excuse my friends, so just imagine the "German Boy" standing before you, head bowed and taking whatever verbal punishment (well-deserved, I agree) there is in store for me. Just imagine yourselves as the editors and myself as one of your staff who hasn't turned in an article in months, and that should explain how I see this whole situation.......... OFFICE OF THE DAILY PLANET -  MORNING You, as "Perry White" are standing behind your desk - the cigar smoke so  dense one can only see a vague outline as any proof that it is really you - not   a good sign. PERRY (YOU, CLOSE TO SCREAMING)                                                                Captain Kirk's nipples, Craig!!!! Where have you been - at home with                                      your fingers up your ass????                             Stammering, I try to answer but am int

This is a test post to see if google has cleaned up its act.

Recently someone asked me, "What's your life like these days, Bill?" >Dementia, of course). I didn't have an answer then, but I think I do now........ It's like ordering a Coke, but what  is brought to the table is iced tea, and you don't realize it until you take that first swallow. That is to say, I  *never* know what I'm going to get till I experience a little of it. Then, I either make the best of it, or try to send  it back. So far, I've never just accepted it. (Sounds like a "Gumpism" doesn't it?) And you can quote me on that.  ================================================= ================================================= Old Friends Nice to have "met up" with an old friend from Germany recently. We hadn't talked in many years. So many in fact  that I thought she had passed away. Very nice to know she had not and we write one another now and then in e- mails and talk about old times. The time