Yes, I am an ASSHOLE! But, I’m not a perfect one.

I just have to write a little something about this.

If my article title offends anyone, I apologize ahead of time, before I go on.

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Christmas Thoughts of a Family Elder

Here it is, Christmas Eve, and I just wanted to say something POSITIVE to my family, friends and even those of you who don’t know me.

First of all, I will now be calling myself a family elder. I like the title, it has a nice ring to it, so I have adopted it. You might ask; just how does one become a family elder in this fast-paced world we live in today?

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Inspiration, over thought.

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Fellow writer, Jeffrey Smith shared a poem of his not long ago (I over-thought my thoughts.) and it inspired me. As I absorbed the brevity and simplicity of the poem, I came up with a response, of sorts, and here it is.

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I read a poem, it made me smile.

Derailed my mind, for a tiny while.

Great thoughts ran, their own short race,

Taking me to another place ……Inspiration!

by Don Bobbitt, April, 2015

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Copyright, Don Bobbitt, August, 2015, All Rights Reserved. You are free to enjoy and share this article with your friends and others, but if you wish to use it commercially, you must have the authors permission, in writing.

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The Old Man and His DOG. An Old Joke

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Someone sent this old story to me a number of years ago. I copied it to a document and hav lost the source.

It is a really great story, so I am sharing it again.

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

 He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. 

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble… At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, ‘Excuse me, where are we?’

‘This is Heaven, sir,’ the man answered.. ‘Wow! Would you happen to have some water?’ the man asked.

Of course, sir. Come right in, and I’ll have some ice water brought right up. ‘The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

‘Can my friend,’ gesturing toward his dog, ‘come in, too?’ the traveler asked.

‘I’m sorry, sir, but we don’t accept pets.’

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence.

As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

‘Excuse me!’ he called to the man. ‘Do you have any water?’ 

‘Yeah, sure, there’s a pump over there, come on in.’

‘How about my friend here?’ the traveler gestured to the dog..

‘There should be a bowl by the pump.’

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.

The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

‘What do you call this place?’ the traveler asked.

‘This is Heaven,’ he answered. 

‘Well, that’s confusing,’ the traveler said. ‘The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.’

‘Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That’s hell.’

‘Doesn’t it make you mad for them to use your name like that?’

‘No, we’re just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.’

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Sometimes I Write just to Clear My Head

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OK, I write a lot.   In fact, sometimes, I write too darn much, at least according to my wife.

But, I’s sorry, it’s what I do!  Being a normal person in other ways, this writing thing is not quite an obsession for me, but I guess that it does come close, at times.

If you check out this new site of mine, it is an attempt to provide access to my writings that I have foolishly laid like fresh eggs all over the web. I really didn’t start out with a plan for presenting my works, and boy, does it show now.

I have published books, articles, short stories, poetry, recipes, “How To” articles, Blogs and more. I’m not bragging, this kind of thing just seems to happen to myself and my fellow web writers, eventually. Even if we aren’t necessarily great at a form of writing, sooner or later, in  our arrogance, we will attempt it.

So What, You say?

Looking at a lot of my writings, I can see that I am often just attempting to do a very simple thing. I Just Need to Clear my Head.

You see, things grow there, in my head. They always have. Regardless of what I am doing, there are these other ideas, thoughts, whatever that are stirring around up there. And, over my life, I have entertained myself by taking these and working them into something more than a passing thought.

Once I take these thoughts and work them to the point that they make sense,  then I can finally file them away in a remote corner of my brain, and, with a level of relief, I can move on to the next one.  Of, course, this wasn’t very productive, but it was a way I entertained myself.

Over the years, I began writing these things down, evolving eventually to using the web as my storage media. That is how I ended up scattered seemingly randomly all over the web.

This crazy way of writing has been great for me, and I now count on it as my special way to Clear my Head of random thoughts.

So, sometimes, I just write to Clear my Head! And, if you end up following me, you will be subjected to a wide range of ideas and thoughts that are just escaping form my addled brain.

Jump On the Wagon or Run!

DON

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