SHORT SUBJECT SATURDAY (On a Rainy Night)

“It’s like a legendary gourmet cook making mud sandwiches.  The adoring audience cheers, ‘Bravo’–but, it’s still mud.”

My local refuse collection company in a recent letter, referred to customers as “refuse generators.”  Why not “subscribers” or “consumers?”  I’m not feeling the love.

VERILY, I SAY–DON’T BE DISTRACTED

The example given was a good one.  Handel’s “Messiah” is one of the most beautiful compositions ever written.

Rev. Larry continued, “Every year, Bob the tympani player, looked forward to performing with the community orchestra.  Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead as he tuned his instrument for exactly the right moment.  Nothing but perfection would do.  Even though the audience wouldn’t know the difference if the drum skins were tuned a bit flat or sharp–Bob would know.”

“That’s because Bob refused to be distracted from the task at hand.”

“Are you distracted from the important things in life?”  Rev. Larry asked in my dream this morning.

Rev. Larry resembled the pastor of a large local church from television commercials.  The good reverend wore a toupee.  Not being an expert on hair replacement products–it appeared to be a good one.

How did Rev. Larry know that I’m easily distracted?  It was uncanny.

WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?

So, life in general sucks.  People lie to each other–never say what they’re really thinking.  Everybody’s caught up in making money.  You’re tired of being lied to by both political parties.

Sensational headlines without style or substance make you sick every day.  Fearmongering, hatemongering–some, so-called journalists would sell their own souls for a story.

We’re two generations apart, so you won’t listen to my advice.  So, I won’t offer any–except to suggest that you maintain your health.  At your age, I didn’t listen to advice either.  Whatever happens, I wish you well on your journey.

I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to realize the truth–better late than never.  I will close with some observations; there are very few people that really care about you.  I hope that I’m one of them.

You will be much wiser, when the journey’s over.  It’s funny–someone told me that same thing a few decades ago.