Sunday, December 30, 2012

Strangers We Meet

Had another one of those mysterious How AND why do we run into people experiences….

I was talking to these two guys outside HH in the very cold early morning, and my sweet waitress brought me coffee. I held the door open for some sad/angry-looking lady and asked the waitress to see what was wrong with her.

My buddy Pete and I crashed her table on a mission to make her laugh. We did! I think she thought she'd met the crazy bunch. Everyone in the place was cutting up. She said she was just tired, but left laughing and saying she would be back soon.

Headed out for dinner tonight, I started toward two different restaurants and wound up at a third. Guess who’s sitting in there waiting for Chinese takeout!

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Wanted by Hunter Hayes

Anyone can tell you you're pretty
You get that all the time, I know you do
But your beauty's deeper than the makeup

More jh isms

More jh isms

Some passions burn forever, re-kindled in our lore;
Others die sightless, soundless on a bar room floor.

Not doing what we want to do but shouldn’t—it’s a start!

The higher I climb…
the further I may fall,
But there is no way
I’ll miss seeing it all!

  • ‎"What scent is that you have on?"
    "Irreplicable Me!" jh
Wishing you all a "Bedford Falls" kind of Christmas joy!

Day-by- day I die without living
Neglecting the passion I’m given

Though its cost can be disappointment, hope is the most precious gift life offers us. jh

If they can forget the FIRST dance, never give them a second ....

When we’re always looking backwards while we walk, we run into walls; I can’t afford too many head injuries, so I prefer looking forward. jh

Only the BEST liars can lie,
When I look 'em in the eye


One of my more motivated friends built a home gym as part of a New Year's resolution. I bought an Ab Rocket a while back but have never re-fueled it. I am back to my 1992 waist size. The cut ab days are gone; I think my goal will have to be to keep my stomach reasonably flat despite my love for all things food!

Friday, December 28, 2012


“All children, except one, grow up.”
J.M. Barie

Strum your guitar; sing it, kid.
Write about your feelings,
Not the things you never did.
Or inexperience, once it cursed me
But your youth is no handicap;
It’s what makes you thirsty.

harry chapin “there only was one choice”

Thursday, December 20, 2012


Someone’s prayers are working; please keep them going!

I attended a casual wedding reception tonight—not the ideal place to go to cap my eventful and depressing week, my unwelcome divorce having finalized on Monday.

  There were probably 50 or more people at the party. I was sitting by myself at one of a number of folding tables set up for eating when out of the blue, this precious little girl of maybe 2-years old saddles up beside me. I have never met this child before, and I figured she was just mistaking me for her daddy. She wraps her arms around me, smiles the sweetest smile as she looks me straight in the eyes, and mutters something as she gives me a “there, there, now” pat on the back.

  A few minutes later, I see a beautiful golden Labrador retriever—another stranger—prances around the corner of the house. He focused his eyes directly my way, as he made a bee line for me to make his tail-wagging introduction, after which he proceeded to sit down and stay right beside me.

  My spirits were lifted a bit, but I didn’t stay long. The atmosphere was festive, despite the Hagg on the music box, but I still felt alone among the crowd.

  As I headed home, I debated staying in for the rest of the night or running a couple of errands and maybe stopping by one of my regular restaurant homes for a cup of coffee.

  Out I went. After some indecision as to whether I wanted to stop at my restaurant, I pulled into the parking lot. One of my regular waitresses was off the clock and talking to another customer outside. (Waitresses, of course, make oustanding lay psychologists.) 

  As I got out, the waitress approached me to say the other customer told her he really liked my customized truck, to which she replied, “I know him; I’m gonna give him a hug.”

  She asked how I was, and I replied to her that I sure wish she would quit waitressing and return to the massage therapy business, so I could let her regularly work on my carpel-tunnel plagued hand and arm.

   “Go get your coffee and come on back out, and I’ll work on your hand.”

   I went in and my coffee was served without ordering it. Within seconds someone made some funny comment which had us all laughing.

   Back outside, and about 15 minutes into my free hand therapy, out comes my other regular waitress to refill my coffee cup. What service!

  Pain free, I ate a delicious meal, thanked my accommodating hosts, including an awesome cook, and left very pleased that I had not stayed home alone tonight.

Sing it LOUD!

I'd much prefer to regret hitting the "send" button than the "mute" button! jh