Well, 2018 started with a bang. A diva “redeemed” herself, some new laws came into force and we froze our butts off. After a week when we were sometimes colder than Mars and when Hell (Michigan) froze, the temperature is finally getting back to normal for this time of year. While Spring might not be in the air, or even just around the corner, you have to admit that it is a month closer than it was a month ago.
On November 19th I will be 51 years old. I was born three days before the Kennedy assassination so that puts me in a respectable place to look at a half-century of human endeavour and simultaneous failings with some authority.
During another life – say, 14 months ago – back when I had spare time and the ambition to write every single day I did more than crank out a biography, a book of my blogs, and two 400 page music Encyclopedias. I also wrote fiction. Or attempted to. I’m currently working on a batch of short stories in a sci-fi vein. I am also a big fan of satire – mostly British and specifically that of Douglas Adams. He wrote several of the funniest, most irreverent books about the absurdity of life on this planet in the “Hitchhiker’s Guide To the Galaxy” five-part trilogy.
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Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 