I am called man. Simple and true, but still I need to know I am no more and no less. I am simple and complex, lost and found, most days. I know nothing what it means to be old and I have forgotten what it means to be young. I have been to the ocean and to the Mississippi. I was born at the place that affects such a mighty river, I am the river. I have two sides, a Washington and a tail. I am at my best times a Huckleberry and at my worst a politician. I am the same as the old dog dancing for his treat and loving as a cat wet from the rain. I long to be with; the saints, the musicians, the angels, the farmers, the hero, the warrior, the millionaire, the billionaire, the rich, the poor, the honest, the tried and true, the tired and huddled masses, the French and British, both the West and the East, the mouse and the cat, and the voice that I hear in the winds. Alas, none can be these, maybe one or two-thirds but none can be all. So then I will set out to be neither. I shall set out to be like you and if ever I get to be the shadow of that, I will say that I am whole.
~ramblings of a mad man booking and cooking.
