BOOMERS ANONYMOUS -- Care or Quit?

It's a long story . . . and it's a long, strange, trip. If you are reading this, God Bless You. I have chosen my confessions, trying to keep up. Lke a hurt, lost, and blinded fool, trying to keep an eye on you. Now I've said too much.  I don't need to cry away each lonely night. PROSE WISHES IT WERE POETRY, POETRY WISHES IT WERE MUSIC.   MUSIC SIMPLY WISHES. AND ALL THE WHILE,  IT'S LOVE THAT FULFILLS.  Listen well, my children, and you will hear. If you dare . . .  © 2026 by Roy B. Santonil

This album has haunted me since my freshman year, when I played the crap out of this album in my dorm room.  It was recorded in the artist's home studio, and was the prequel to his biggest commercial success "Harvest." which had "Old Man," the song I covered here . "After The Gold Rush" has a strong country influence, and one of the tracks,"Southern Man," was the basis for the line from the Lynyrd Skynyrd song, "Well I hope Neil Young will remember, a Southern Man don't need him around, anyhow."  SPOILER ALERT: I've always thought this song needed another verse, so I added one, with a resolution in the final chorus. Hope you like it. © 2025 Roy B. Santonil

I like words. But words don't like me. The more I try and use them, the more they stick around, and the more they haunt me for using them. Using the wrong words can get you in trouble. Sometimes, words make ME laugh. Sometimes, words make OTHER PEOPLE laugh. And sometimes, words make other people BIG MAD. The internet is a big place. It is bigger than I imagined when I first connected to it with an IBM clone , running MS-DOS on a x286 CPU through a 14.4K baud dail-up modem in 1994. Back then, we lived out of a two-bedroom apartment, and I worked graveyard shifts to help raise our newborn baby girl. My my, hey hey. It is the best of times. It is the wierdest of times. It is time to communicate on another level because words to not do justice to explain reality. Justice seeks  --- its own resolution. Justice pays  --- no heed to the foibles of human desire.  What is the point?  I haven't posted since before what's-his-name was inaugurated to preside over the disso...

"The internet never forgets."   But, it could die.     Herein below (stupid lawyers) is what I could scrape from the interwebs, the remains of my written, posted work from blog posts over the last, oh, say, 15 years.  I will always contend that much deep thought went into these rants. Luckily, some of my thoughts have been captured, successfully. These thoughts, framed by bits of time, are fueled by one American citizen's concern -- I tried to serve as a voice, an advocate, for ourselves and our posterity.   With my mother-in-law's funeral service coming next week, what I can honestly say is that I have done and what I have done here to express, despite the degrees of separation the internet creates, what I know to be true, good, consistent, and above all, based in Scripture.   In the words of Nathaniel Benchley, "Only Earth and Sky Last Forever."   I'm not trying to out-perform "mean Tweets." The Divine Comedy keeps me laughing. With all our y...

Start here . I'll admit it. Three months is really too long of a break between blog posts.  Or has it been only two? It feels like a lot more than a trimester has passed since we last ventured into these post-Muskian Twitter Senior Citizen Cyber-rants. And another thing, why "a trimester?" It just seems so random.  Nothing is random. Hello Boomers and friends of boomers. ( Technically, I am NOT a boomer, but that is another issue for another time .) It's A Mestery Do you remember when trimesters were only a quarter? (Shutup, Dad) . On this day in 1973, legal use of the term "trimester" began costing us innocent lives, silenced hearts, and tiny ripped limbs. Until last summer's ruling in Dobbs v. Jackson Women's Health Organization Center for Reproductive Health 597 U.S. ___(2022) , the number of human embryos aborted surpassed 63 million.   63,000,000 is a lot of dead babies.  : ( sad face They coined that word -- trimester -- to serve as the skele...

さとり the sea is parting. was Pandemic a real thing? payback coming soon *** ever write a poem? haiku can get you started neat quick and easy *** this Japanese style can sometimes get annoying but writing is fun *** this is what I do Nice Work If You Can Get It time to hit the course *** one more for the road words are cages for your thots I dislike spell check *** subscribe to my blog humor will lighten the load--- dad jokes for the win ***  seventh stanza here don't want to use too much Time another post Done *** fingers help me count the syllables i needed two finish this Peace *** /end fugue state  © 2022 Roy B. Santonil