My son’s middle name is Cash, after Johnny Cash. I’m a big fan of the voice, the boom-chicka-boom guitar style, but mostly of the storytelling. Johnny Cash had a stranglehold on character, tone, setting, and plot, but I mostly enjoyed his innate sense of irony in songs like “A Boy Named Sue,” “Delia’s Gone,” and “One Piece at a Time.”
I just read this again, from bottom to top (i do this at work as well and for some reason it helps digest information) and it's still really terrific. Thanks for sharing your observations and reality. This is my first day off in a really long time and I can't think of a better way to start than reading good stuff on my back porch with the birds
If Molo's only offense (outside of occasional flatulence) is designating her PTSD son-in-law as family photographer, you won the In-Law lottery, my friend. Take the win.
Wow! Thank you! It’s funny, when I’ve taught writing in the past, and young writers come up blank with ideas, I always tell them to focus on firsts—first kisses, first jobs, first cars, first heartbreaks… I now have a new first to write about. Thanks again!
In my ninth decade I’m just happy for dry farts.
I didn't know it until I read your comment, but exchanges like this are why I do what I do. :)
The unexpected for me, now entering my seventh decade of life, is just the icing on a large, delicious cake.
Sounds like a life well lived, well-loved life. :)
I’m Pops, enough said!
Damn right.
Of course "I was nervous" made me laugh and knowing Molo made it all the more charming. Also, how have I not seen the final film?!
It's in the Leonard family vault, to be released upon my death.
I just read this again, from bottom to top (i do this at work as well and for some reason it helps digest information) and it's still really terrific. Thanks for sharing your observations and reality. This is my first day off in a really long time and I can't think of a better way to start than reading good stuff on my back porch with the birds
Grateful for your audience. Enjoy your day off, the porch, and the birds! :)
If Molo's only offense (outside of occasional flatulence) is designating her PTSD son-in-law as family photographer, you won the In-Law lottery, my friend. Take the win.
Well, she also sings Donny Osmond tunes at full volume, but point taken. ;)
Or life imitates art that was imitating life.
Touché
Looking forward to anything Pastrami writes. btw, did you know his middle name is Henri — pronounced "on-RYE"?
You can't make this stuff up 😆
Reality has an exclusive contract with absurdity. ;)
You're forever my editor. *said with all the affection*
I just became the first person on Goodreads to add your novella to the “Want to Read” shelf.
Wow! Thank you! It’s funny, when I’ve taught writing in the past, and young writers come up blank with ideas, I always tell them to focus on firsts—first kisses, first jobs, first cars, first heartbreaks… I now have a new first to write about. Thanks again!