Being Embalmed and Stuff

WHO ELSE BUT DONN COPPENS COULD BASTARDIZE ME LIKE THIS?

Actually, while at times in the recent past I have felt as though I've been embalmed or should be, I am very much alive. I'm just living in a more or less quiet mode at the moment.

Item No. 1: A beautiful, sensual, female who dances to life like no other and who is chalk-full of incredible depth and sensuality and things like that there, kinda sorta.

Item No. 2: My son Evan, who wowed the crowd as Charlie Brown, got the part of Willard in Footloose for next year's high school production, the part he wanted.

The kid's creative, he's intuitive, he's loving, he's maturing.

He blows me away, even if he IS a doofus punk who won't clean up after himself. He amazes me every time I see him and witness his growing maturity into a man.

Item No. 3: My daughter Monica, a nursing student, is about to turn 21. This dumbfounds my tiny male father provider/protector brain, puts me in a pinball-game state of tilt.

But she is so independent and driven.


There are plenty of words to talk about our lives, but sometimes nothing we say can describe them adequately.

Thisis one of those times.