Another Day,
Another Dollar $



Well another day, another dollar. I wonder who originated that phrase? It had to be someone who literally despised their job. I'm not saying I hate my job ... but I'd rather be writing, playing in a rock band or some other exciting line of work that makes me come home and say "Another Day, Another Smile" :)

Now that would be something.

I have to admit to you that I am the great procrastinator. As I'm sweating my dick off training a new route salesperson in 100 degree heat, I keep telling myself to write when I get home. Change your life...be somebody! Believe it or not, but I do have a novel in the works. However, when I get home I do everything but write. I'll play PS2, listen to music, read...but I don't write. I even subscribe to Writer's Digest. This magazine is full of useful tips and motivational articles designed to get you to just sit down and write. I read this magazine, but don't write.

One of the things WD states is that everyone is writing The Great American Novel. But the majority of those people never finish it. It sits in a desk drawer and slowly ages much like the would-be writer. My novel sits somewhere on my hard drive in a stagnant digital state.
Thanks for listening to me vent. Maybe sometime in the near future (when the muse hits) I will post a sample chapter of my Magnus Opus. Until then...

Stay Tuned !

I'm talking to you !


Well what you're seeing above is my latest excursion to a local island near Toledo, Ohio called Put-In-Bay. As you may surmise from the photo, the only real reason to go to Put-In-Bay is to imbibe large quantities of alcohol. The great thing about PIB is the fact that you get to drink a plethora of alcoholic beverages. My usual alcohol consuming itinerary starts with the winery.
Heineman's Winery has a nice wine and cheese garden where you can enjoy the outdoors while you slowly lose all feeling in your legs after two bottles of the local spirits. If you're really adventurous you can sign up for the tour which also includes seeing the world's largest geode. A geode is a crystalline formation deep within the earth. This particular geode is big enough to walk inside. I recommend doing this before sampling their wine. It's a long fall to the bottom of the cave floor.
Next on the itineary is a couple of vodka lemonades at the Gazebo while listening to the delightful tunes of Westside Steve, a regular fixture over at PIB. His song list usually includes a lot of Jimmy Buffett, Bob Seger and the ever popular Jim Croce. We love Westside Steve.
The highlight of the afternoon (that's right, I did say afternoon. We usually start around noon) is The Roundhouse Bar. That's where the above picture was taken. They have a live band and serve buckets of beer. Not glasses, but buckets! The picture of me is after I emptied some beer in the nearest restroom.
Now we are feeling no pain and have no inhibitions whatsoever. In fact most of the visitors to PIB have no inhibitions whatsoever. That's why I love it so much. You can buy beads to offer to the multitude of drunken females willing to bare their breasts to you. All you have to do is ask. Everyone is walking around drunk on their ass.
Now I don't own a boat, but I hear the best parties take place along the docks where you could have up to 10 boats docked together to form the world's largest party place. The music is blaring, the drink is flowing, and God only knows what's happening below deck. I guess I can only fantasize.
Well that's it for now. If you haven't been to the Bay, and you live in Ohio or Michigan, I highly recommend it. It's a lot of fun.

P.S. Leave the kids at home :)

Well, it's been awhile since I've posted anything, but things have changed dramatically in my house since April. Our son,Kevin, finally moved out. He is 24 years old, attending the local university and pursuing his masters degree in excercise physiology. He is our only child and we are extremely proud of him. I thought his leaving would be a good thing: lower grocery bills, less screaming between him and his mother about his dirty bedroom, and just a little more sense of privacy. At least that's what I thought in the beginning.
What has happened is that the wife and I have turned into our parents. I migrate to my son's old room (which I have converted to my den, complete with home theater, wireless capable PS2 and my computer. I have no need to leave this room. Everything I enjoy is in this room. In the past, the wife and I focused on the boy. Making sure he had waht he needed to succeed, we forgot about each other's needs. Now we look at each other as if we were strangers learning about each other again. We've come full circle. We were alone at the beginning of our married life, and now we're back to that point again. It will take time, but we will learn to enjoy each other again.