He’s Gonna Do What?!

I had a bit of a melancholy moment, almost whimsical. Most that know me may think my thought was righteous.

But here I sit, mt place of solitude, which I often call my Fortress of Quiet Land.

And yet, I cannot but help remember what my grandfather foretold when I was a young sapling.

“Let your intuition be your guide. Don’t fritter your time away uselessly and become a moonstruck idiot just because something went your way for a change. Keep after that you feel important. Remember, you are your own entity. No one can distract you from what you set out to accomplish but you. You may get a certain number of people that will try to eviscerate you, laying out their unholiest indignation upon you. I say bastardly dastardly and let them wallow in their own ilk. They know nothing of what you will bring. So smile politely, nod your head, and ruin their brain waves with a bit of comedy. Comedy works like kindness. They have no comeback.”

And tomorrow I will put the naysayers in their own quiet land when I become the first blind man to ski downhill backward singing Ava Maria eating a liverwurst sandwich.