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2003-07-01 - 2:09 p.m. -



Buddy Hackett died.

if you don�t know who he is, shame on you.
very funny guy. found success only after he stopped letting other people write his jokes & just wrote for himself. turned down a chance to be in the 3 Stooges, choosing to follow his own path instead. worked his way from the bottom up & found his notch. followed his dream & made it. he was one of the last of the Borscht Belt comics still working the stage.

it is hard to make people laugh.
he did it for over 50 years.

*******

much quieter today than yesterday.
feel like i can actually get something done without feeling like i�m fighting the world to do it. taking the day easy, trying to relax & just do what needs doing.

looking forward to going out tonight. cup of coffee & a sketchpad are what i have in mind. just relaxing at a table in a coffeehouse, smoking too much & taking in the people around me. feeling the need to create small, quiet art tonight.

tomorrow i will sit at home with my paints & easel & brushes & canvases. but tonight, i want the feel of graphite & ink on paper.

there are times when only the simplest of things will sooth the soul.

part of me is still very shaky, but the quiet emptiness is taking over &, for now, that is fine. i see it as a blank page waiting to be filled.

in the coffeehouse of my mind, a fresh pot is brewing as the radio plays a song by a old bluesman. the chairs sit mutely, waiting for the doors to open on another night of stories.

in the coffeehouse of my mind
the night is filled with possibilities.

*******

hope you all have a good evening.
more tomorrow.

be well.

Well the train left the station
With two lights on behind
Well the blue light is my blues
And the red light is my mind.
All my loves in vain.
-Robert Johnson, Love in Vain