Only in Maine

I seen a poster in town for an upcoming supper at the Methodist Church.

"A Traditional New England Pot Luck."
And at the bottom of the poster in big letters...
"IT'S WICKED GOOD!"

Feelin' Lucky... Punk?

I was barely 16 when I first got my drivers license.
I remember zipping all over the side streets of my small town, watching out for the police car (there was only one in town) and wondering if he would notice me.
He did.
Officer McRoberts pulled me over right down town. He said that he had noticed me zipping all over the side streets of our small town and asked me if I could afford a speeding ticket.
Silly me, I said, "I don't know. How much are they?"
It was later that I realized that he may not have meant "afford" in the monetary sense.
He just told me to watch my speed and let me go.
I felt noticed.
Fast forward eight years...
There is a knock on my door. I open it to see McRoberts standing there. Or rather, a slightly more disheveled version of the former Officer McRoberts. He said that he had heard that I played guitar and sang and was wondering if I would consider playing in his country band.
Rewind a month or two...
The father of a close friend of mine had a country band, and as a hoot one night, I sat in with them to sing some harmonies on a couple songs.
I assumed that McRoberts had heard about me through them.
I thanked him for the offer and explained that I had other things going on.

(Primarily, punk and heavy metal)
At least I got noticed.
I could have said, "See here copper, you'll never make me sing!"
But in retrospect, I suppose,

I should have said...
"Can You Afford Me...Punk?"

Jekyl or Hide?

Once upon a time there was a big cuddly teddy bear and all the children loved him.
Or another way to say it would be...
Once, while working as a busboy at a holiday Inn somewhere in Detroit Michigan, I had the privilege of wearing a giant Teddy Bear costume as part of a Christmas party for a bunch of children.
Although the costume was very hot, it was rewarding. It was fun being automatically loved by strangers. In a costume you tend to forget who you are and become who they think you are.
After a couple hours of handing out presents and being adored by children full of Christmas spirit, it was time to become human again.While walking out through the lobby I smiled and said goodbye to a child, that only a few moments before I could hardly peel off my leg. Naturally he, and his mother, looked at me like I had the plague.
Oops...
How dare a long haired stranger approach them!
"What was I thinking? "
After all, this is Detroit City.
I might be a dangerous hippy.
I couldn't say, "Hi, I was the Bear...You were clinging to my leg?"
It just seemed awkward at that instant because I was the same lovable person on the inside, and had forgotten that I looked different on the outside.
Loved one minute, rejected the next.
This was a lesson in human perception and quite possibly a metaphor for something much bigger.
People may like you for who they believe you are. Or, maybe people like you for who you let them believe you are. (or maybe people don't even like you, haha) It's up to you.

The internet is kinda like a big Teddy Bear costume.
You can be yourself, and if you're a nice likeable person, hopefully, that is what people will see.
Just don't take your costume off.

Here is the crux...Beware of the Wolf in Sheeps clothes.

May You Live Happily Ever After.!

Another World

My universe is expanding!
There are more true and amazing stories on the way!
They are bouncing around in my head waiting to be channeled onto this site.
In the meantime, click THIS, for a peek at my Planet of daily rants, raves, and goings on of a more personal nature. It will contain short daily entries and links to cool stuff.

This planet will continue to supply you with stories of my reality as I see it. (hopefuly at least once a week)

Thank You for visiting the Planets Dandy.
And Keep on Space Truckin'
... Y'all Come Back Now!

Night of the Feeders

They're back.

The snow is almost gone from the field.

In the forrest it's still deep.

That could be why they're back.

When I get home from work at night I feel their eyes all over me.

I can't tell how close they are through the darkness.

The thick calm.

I walk from my truck across the yard to the back door.

I know they're out there.

I walk slow.

They watch me.

My cat sits at the window.

Cats have a keen extra sense.

She knows they're there.

Some times I'll shine a flashlight around the yard and their glowing eyes are everywhere!

All eyes on me.

My cat can see them too.

They are out there!

It is morning as I write this.

The sun begins its journey to the night.

I can see them at the edge of the forest that surrounds my yard.

They are coming.

Yesterday morning there were six of them right outside my window.

They are definitely back.

I took pictures.

Proof.

They don't care if it's day or night.

They've come to feed.

They like it here.

They are safe

for now.

Safe for the summer.

At least until...

Deer Hunting Season!