This is an analysis of my blog ‘Conflict and Scotch’ written through an AI software called GROK. GROK is a term coined by science fiction author Rober Heinlein in his classic, cult novel ‘Stranger in a Strange Land’.
To boil it down to its most basic meaning, to GROK is to understand.
In the nineteen sixties my mother won the lottery (literally) and with her new found wealth, she bought a piano. She had the dream that one day one of her three children (my brother, my sister, and myself) would learn to play the instrument.
I can’t sleep at night.
Well, I can sleep, but its not good. My sleep comes in fits and turns and fist fights with my sheets and blankets. Each morning I wake up to a crime scene, pillows everywhere, like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man exploded in my bedroom.
Back in the late seventies, just out of high school, anything was an excuse for a house party. Of course, none of us had houses, but our parents did. The best house for a party at this time was at my friend Woody’s parent’s house.
If you and your family celebrate Christmas, that celebration will look very different during the course of a lifetime. Even the family you celebrate the holiday with will most likely change.
Those of us who grew up in a household with only one income can relate to the story that follows.
Funny, but the post you are about to read is nothing like the first draft I wrote on this incident. In fact, it is the polar opposite of what I intended. Guess it really depends on which side of the glass you look through.
Let me explain
I am by no means a hoarder, but if I were to die tomorrow, there is a lot of stuff that my kids will have to deal with (i.e. throw away).
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I loved getting together with family, seeing my Grandmother, my Aunts and Uncles and especially my cousins, but when it came to the food, I was terrible. I was an adopted loaf of white bread in a family of exquisite pastries.
It was not mine, but it may have been my son Danny’s first concert.
Although, after what we saw that night, I’m surprised he ever went back to see another.
You never know who you are going to run into on any given day (or night), or how that run in will turn out.
When the kids came along to have a house filled with Halloween decorations was appropriate. The trick-or-treaters that ventured up our walkway were assaulted by various forms of zombies and ghouls that reached from the grave to take hold of the little princesses and cowboys in search of candy.
It is Monday night, and I am sitting here in New Jersey waiting for Hurricane Sandy to reach landfall.
Motivation does not strike often, so when it does I need to embrace it by any means necessary.
