Found a really old Palmerston CD in my nightstand tonight. It was buried beneath a whole lotta things (gotta clean out the dresser drawer). Just laying in bed chilaxing to some old memories. It's funny how as you get older your memories become more important. At least they are to me. Perhaps that's because your life is constantly getting shorter, and your memories are getting longer.

The one common thread that we all have in common is that nobody gets out of life alive.

...And creating your reality so that your memories are ones worth remembering...hugely important.

There is no answer for the years we up where we never...thought to clearly. But there is one thing here, you can see dreams standing in the mirror, I'm down here...I'm down here.


Lesson from Uncle Bubba (at least interpreted through Dad): When you are young you may make mistakes, but always check yourself in the mirror. Look closely and follow your dreams. And don't forget the people that help you get there.

Always makes me smile to think of what an outstanding musician by brother was. I still have to wonder what creative pieces he would be performing to this day. There is no doubt in my mind that he would still be writing music today. Sometimes when I hear something he would have liked, I can hear him, see him rocking out, feel it inside. I am still amazed at how good he became so quickly when he started playing classical guitar. Anyone who has ever played the classical guitar knows what I am talking about. Not an easy thing to do. Certainly not the same as hammering out some chords and covering some Nirvana tune.



The memories are certainly all ours Bubba.

Smile, today could be your last.