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MARCH 10 , 2005
I saw an old friend today. He is quite older than I and has recently suffered a memory loss. Today was the first time I have seen him since the event. I did not expect him to remember me or anything associated with my acquaintance. I’m not sure what I expected, really. He didn’t remember me, but was the same, sweet, pleasant man he had been since I first met him. He is a good man; strong-willed and independent, who suddenly became dependent on someone else for everything, even for his own memory. Watching this happen will certainly bring a youngster back down to Earth. At some point in when we’re young, we all think that nothing that applies to the elderly could possibly apply to us. Well- none of us could slap seventy or eighty years of life experiences on a resume; that’s certain. Have you ever sat with an older person and just asked questions? If you haven’t, try it out. Be good to our elderly. It’s just a matter of time before we find ourselves in their shoes.

FEBRUARY 21, 2005
Man is it ever Monday! I was out of town for four days and now it feels like a month. I’ve had a song in my head all day. It’s a song called "Movie Star" that my friend Paula Bennett-Carter started writing and so generously invited me along for the ride. It blossomed into a song unlike anything I had ever written on my own. Anyway, I can’t get it out of my head today. It is about the way children (most children) see their mothers at one point in or even throughout their lives. If you are reading this now, and you never had a mother, or never had a mother that you knew was the most beautiful, incredible woman in the entire world, I’m sorry. You were robbed. Chances are, however, that even if you never had that as a child, you are the mother of a child who reveres you in that way. Possibly, you’re the father of a child who watches the sun rise and set in the eyes of your wife; that, my friend, is the nectar of life. Don’t write it off as your son’s being a "moma’s boy" or as your daughter’s excessive attachment to mommy. It’s priceless and irreplaceable to the giver and the receiver. Hopefully, we’ll be able to share this song with the world before too long. I gotta go call my mom.

FEBRUARY 3, 2005
Greetings from the boondocks! The sun is shining and it's a beautiful day (the first of many, I hope). This would be the perfect day to have nothing to do. Alas, there are dishes to be done, and laundry, and any number of chores to do with home and work alike. Well, here we are and this is my journal. This is where I get the luxury of thinking out loud without interruption, and you get the luxury of clicking on something else if you're tired of listening. What a great invention!!