Well that we don't completely escape them. They are the oregano and perhaps even the pepperoni flavoring our depths, even though they cause heartburn. Thanks for the story...and the question.💔
Another poignant, provacative 'slice of life' story. I love the juxtaposition of stage fright being a possibility for Greg's hesitancy, to his showing up with his "peaches" visible. I hope he never stopped singing—whether jingles, songs, in his car or the shower. You are a treasure; your writing inspires me!
Such a beautiful story, Sherman, and a really important reminder that while the stories of politics and global events are churning, these are the stories continually unfolding in our lives that actually make the most difference.
Yes, I think it's possible but never easy. It seems it has to be intentional at the very least, an awareness that you're not really happy or where you're meant to be. Then, how to do it, to get 'out' and not just someplace different that's really the same. Self-awareness, always needed. Thanks.
an essay about pizza, radio jingles, and busted romances... the thing that I love about your writing Sherman, is your story telling. ALL of us at one point or another have had a Greg in our lives. ALL of us have had a shit boss who wasn't completely terrible but enough terrible we left our place of employment. In these uncertain times, I appreciate the way you help me forget about reality for a moment, and step into the beauty of this life.
No we never do. I think it’s because we were meant to be there and when we finally do move on, it’s not an escape. The universe opens up and the creator says “it’s time to get the hell outta here.” If we are lucky, we have learned to listen💓
>Man, do any of us ever escape those places where we never wanted to be?
Love that. I'd never compare myself to Billy Joel but I do remember one night, late, in a fire station, a grizzled firefighter looked me up and down and asked what I'd done for a living before this. "I was a journalist," I told him and he looked me dead in the eye and said, "What are you doing here?"
Well that we don't completely escape them. They are the oregano and perhaps even the pepperoni flavoring our depths, even though they cause heartburn. Thanks for the story...and the question.💔
I loved the passion in your story - job, girlfriend, nostalgia, memories that endure (good and bad),
etc
But what really struck me is the line regarding fame...
Don't you want me to read you?
Now I feel guilty knowing who you are and caring for your words
Don't you desire an audience for your heartfelt words?
How can it come about without the nuisance of any endeavor?
Like ;
Hiking/mosquitoes
flirting/trouble
food/ health issues
school/ addiction to learning and never working
all things have a balancing act
absolute power corrupts absolutely...watch out Elon/Trump
I hope Greg reaches out. Are you following George and Gloria the Canadian geese who mate and hatch eggs yearly near Sacred Heart Hospital in Spokane?
Another poignant, provacative 'slice of life' story. I love the juxtaposition of stage fright being a possibility for Greg's hesitancy, to his showing up with his "peaches" visible. I hope he never stopped singing—whether jingles, songs, in his car or the shower. You are a treasure; your writing inspires me!
Such a beautiful story, Sherman, and a really important reminder that while the stories of politics and global events are churning, these are the stories continually unfolding in our lives that actually make the most difference.
We do escape those places but memory never lets go. Love for the people who know and love you anyway.
"...up on housing project hill, it's either fortune of fame, you must pick one or the other , neither are to be what they claim..."
Yes, I think it's possible but never easy. It seems it has to be intentional at the very least, an awareness that you're not really happy or where you're meant to be. Then, how to do it, to get 'out' and not just someplace different that's really the same. Self-awareness, always needed. Thanks.
an essay about pizza, radio jingles, and busted romances... the thing that I love about your writing Sherman, is your story telling. ALL of us at one point or another have had a Greg in our lives. ALL of us have had a shit boss who wasn't completely terrible but enough terrible we left our place of employment. In these uncertain times, I appreciate the way you help me forget about reality for a moment, and step into the beauty of this life.
No we never do. I think it’s because we were meant to be there and when we finally do move on, it’s not an escape. The universe opens up and the creator says “it’s time to get the hell outta here.” If we are lucky, we have learned to listen💓
>Man, do any of us ever escape those places where we never wanted to be?
Love that. I'd never compare myself to Billy Joel but I do remember one night, late, in a fire station, a grizzled firefighter looked me up and down and asked what I'd done for a living before this. "I was a journalist," I told him and he looked me dead in the eye and said, "What are you doing here?"
I quit not long after.
I'll never forget my "survival jobs." And I'm still anxious every day about having enough money, although that is unnecessary now.
what a great story to close the day with. thank you for that one.
Just as you are still creating beautiful written works, I hope, wherever Greg is, he's still singing!
Thank you for sharing this absolutely beautiful anecdote!
No baby. We do not. We drag em around behind us forever, grateful they’re behind , not ahead of us.