Off The Reservation

I just listen to Dan Patrick and Jeff Cameron and that helps

I've always had a hate relationship with Monday's, have to jump-start my mojo to get rolling. One thing I try to do, is start with a short task I actually enjoy or find satisfaction in completing, then take on a tough motha, and try to end the day with a call to a customer, rep., or whomever it is a pleasure to talk with. A very early morning work-out sometimes helps. Monday Night Football ALWAYS does. I try to not set important meetings on a Monday, unless it's with a brand-new client. That way I can treat it as a needs-assessment meeting, and get them a plan by the end of the week. They love that relatively short turn-around.

Well, it was a weird weekend, so no reason to believe it won't be a weird Monday. Here's a few crazies fer ya to contemplate.

Dang Nash. How do you seem to frequent these situations? Ida loved seeing such a display. Were the kids enthused? Any pics?

Its workout night for me along with loading up my polaris to take to the shop tomorrow since something went arai on the trails yesterday.

Nah man i reckon you'd get punched in the face for sayin somethin like that.

I come from white trash rabble, grew up on the wrong side of the wrong side of the tracks, been down so long that if it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all. I naturally attract double trouble, and according to my Scot Granny, will surely hang - if the Fiddler Crabs that live inside my liver don't get me first. Ain't no way I'm going to get anywhere near the Pearly Gates, and St. Peter has already said don't come round heah ifn ya know whut's guud fer ya.

See, I been down to the crossroads,
got down on my knees.
I say I been down to the crossroads,
got down on my knees.
I sed, oh lawd please have mercy,
take me if you please.
sed, lawd please have mercy,
take me if you please.
But, I only heard that Debil,
acallin' out fa me!

And then it started rainin'.

Yeah, me 'n Eric Clapton 'n Robert Johnson ain't too bad!

I really don't know how I run into stuff that happens. I guess being somewhat active and observant helps. I try to firmly implant situations in my mind, and try to pack in as much detail into memory as I can.

As has been mentioned elsewhere, I come from a long line of storytellers, and have been chosen by my Great Grandmother to retain and pass on the oral history of our Italian family - that stretches back about 870 odd years. It's now time for me to pick a successor - prolly my grand daughter, who loves stories and I feel would remain faithful to the task.

Narrative is by now second nature, and fun. I usually don't have a problem finding an audience, especially kids, as it's easy to couch the facts in an almost cartoonish paradigm for them. For adults, I just relate the chronological sequence, and fill in with a bit of side for show just to keep it interesting, by injecting some humorous speculation as to causality, and possibly less than desired outcomes.

My wife and brother say I'm a fount of pretty much useless information, and they just may have me squarely marked. I don't know, some of the people here seem to enjoy the stories of my bachelorhood somewhat, so until I hear different, I'll still post one from time to time. There's about a dozen more floating around inside my coconut.