Thoughts on George's Birthday

(Ramble, ramble, ramble.)

That would be George Harrison, of course. But you knew that, right? Ah, I’m kidding, I’m kidding. No, really, I am. The odds that George Harrison, someone who had a significant impact on my life, would have an equally significant impact on someone else’s life are probably not that good. Which is as should be, right? After all, we aren’t all supposed to be the same, are we? Not supposed to think the same, right? We’re rugged individualists and spiritual free agents, masters of our Fate, captains of our soul, or however the old saw goes …

Yeah, right. Save it, pal (or pal-ette, as the case may be).

Now. Having seemingly opened a door (G.H.’s “significant impact”) am I obligated to usher the reader into my sanctum sanctorum for a closer look at the many mysteries, the arcana, the exotica, that make up yours truly? As Bobby Whitlock might say, “Aw, Hell no!” Conspicuous know-it-all, compulsive writer, prolific songwriter, heretic, always comfortable in front of a camera or microphone I may be, but “My life belongs to me, my love belongs to who can see it.”

Here’s a recent development: I may now have a Top Ten suburban white boy approximation of the classic Miles Davis voice. Two days running ... no sore throat, just getting softer, whispery if not yet raspy. Miles Lite. My pal Stanley Booth, Noted Author, Gentleman of The South, and Mimic par excellence, does a splendid Miles, certainly the best I’ve heard to date. I attribute mine to the ongoing health issues which my crack team of medical professionals insists simply don’t exist: “You could stand to lose some weight.” Thanks, Doc. I’ll take it under advisement.

A MOMENT OF SHAMELESS SELF-PROMOTION FOLLOWS:

I’ve just (self-published) my 50^th book. Compulsive writer, remember? It’s called Love, Magdalene and concerns a visit paid to yours truly by a certain Biblical personage who carried the aroma of cinnamon and patchouli with her. She shows up at 3 A.M. because Jesus needed an answer to a rather personal question but was otherwise occupied and simply couldn’t break away. Yes, the book is laced with heresy for those who believe in such things. Maybe not quite as much as in The Third Day: Jesus & Judas in the 21^st Century but a little heresy goes a long way. (For anyone interested, all my books are available worldwide from Amazon. But make sure you get the right Bill Parker. I’m the good-looking one.)

What else, what else?

Well, it’s now past midnight which means George’s birthday has been and gone. In closing, if you happen to cross paths with my old pal David Lash, late of Gold Coast and Calumet City, Illinois please remind him to beware of Maya. He should know that, just as he’d have known yesterday was George’s birthday. But Time brings changes …

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