I’m Not THAT Man

I’m Not THAT Man

by: Ronovan

 

“So you say I’m pretty? I am not interested in you, so give up.”

 

How many of you men out there have heard anything like that? No, keep your hands up. I’ll get to you eventually. Oh, never mind. I’ll just say a lot of you said yes. Pardon how I ask this, but doesn’t that just chap your cheese and grate your hide? And yes…that is how I say it.

 

I have a confession to make. I have a habit.

 

Yes, it’s true. I….I…I pay compliments.What Balloon

 

The weight is lifted and I can breathe again. Ah, that feels so good.

 

When I compliment it’s normally about someone’s talent but occasionally it may be about someone’s hair or dress. I am even sometimes amazed at the way someone’s skin looks. Maybe it’s because I have fair skin and cannot tan that I find those who can amazing. But I get judged because of other people who have complimented in the past with other intentions.

 

And it’s not just women that will judge. Even men think you are up to something if you pay compliments to a woman.

 

Why?

 

I believe it is one of three reasons;Cartoon Whistling at Woman

1)      That’s the reason THEY pay a woman compliments

2)      In their experience that’s the ONLY reason men have paid compliments before

3)      Media/Entertainment PORTRAYS it that way

 

Don’t worry, I’m not saying that this judgment hasn’t been brought on by legitimate actions of men over the course of existence but I don’t like it.

 

Yes, I said it. I DON’T like it.

 

Young Woman after Old Man's MoneyI’m not an attractive guy, so if a woman were to pay attention to me should I instantly assume she is after money?

 

“Oh, that is just so wrong of you to even think. Not all women are like that. And you need to have more confidence in yourself.”

 

Excuse me? Hello! You judge me shouldn’t I judge you? Guess what, I don’t think that way. For one thing I don’t get approached but if I did I wouldn’t even think about it. People are just people to me.

 

“Impossible!”

 

No it’s not. It’s taken years to get to this point in my life and with some odd occurrences but I am a person who just sees a person as whatever they represent. That doesn’t mean I am going to let you spend the night at my house and pet my cat. I don’t know you that well. But you haven’t done anything to me to warrant my considering you a criminal.

 

Do you know that’s what it feels like when someone thinks of you as just a hit on artist? A nice person feels dirty andEmbarrassed Tiger ashamed. And all they did was be nice. It makes them not want to try and be nice any longer.

 

I’m not saying people should be naïve. I am just saying people should take each person as they come and be “Okay, you’re fine until you screw up.” That screw up is not as in, go out with a person or trust a person in your home until they do something bad. That means you know them for a long time and see what they are like consistently before advancing any further, if that is even a possibility.

 

And don’t treat us nice guys like the last person that hurt you in a relationship.

 

I’m not THAT man.

 

I’m me.

 

 

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Fixing A Hole-The Beatles. I hope you enjoy my anthem.

Yes, I have a sense of humor about my life and situation. I know I am a Beatles fan. So here is my offering of one way to look at my life.

 

The Most Interesting Person I’ve Met This Year is…

The Most Interesting Person I’ve Met This Year is…

by: Ronovan

 

He walks a little slower than most with his head down in avoidance. You’ll see him move his head quickly, almost jerkily at a movement entering the edge of his vision. He cocks his head to listen for sounds that he won’t hear but does all the same.

 

People look at him oddly as he walks through the store. It’s not that he looks that differently than anyone else, but they can tell something is not quite right. If they could see his shaded eyes they might be able to see more than they would care to.

Sunglasses Continue reading

RonovanWrites Week(in)d Review

If you are reading this then you know I tend to write random things at random times, it’s the nature of my beast. With that in mind I thought I would make note of my offerings here, in part so I would actually know what I did and when.

This Week’s Offerings:

Blogging and or Writing Tips
Blogging/Writing Tip: Use Animated Gif’s Wisely
Writing Tips: The basic tip to improve your knowledge of genre
Writing Tips: Short and Sweet Keeps Them in Their Seats

Humor
A Mother of a Letter

Life and Non Fiction
My Teacher
A Loss of…?
My Ocean, My Lover
Non Accidental Events Lead to Intentional Good-True Story
The Soundtrack of My Life

Odds and Ends
Eggplant by Train
Friday’s Follow for Inspiration
Online Poetry Magazine Submission Alert!
Atticus Books: Accepting Manuscript Submissions

Opinion Articles
Media, Massacres, and Madness
Men, Supersize Me, and Pornography (Trust me, don’t let the title scare you away.)

Photography or Really Pictures of my Cat
Feline Fridays: Meet Spunky
Wordless Wednesday: I’m Up For It

Poetry
No Surprise Amazing Grace
At Your Risk
Love Letter Found
A Moment in a Blink
The Lost Minded Heart
It’s not Poetry to me
Asphalt and Inheritance
If Walls Could Talk

 

Writing
Holloway Part One

As I was putting this list together it occurred to me that I was actually creating something more than just a somewhat newsletter type offering. I was actually showing myself what work I had done over the week. This let me know if my focus had been where I wanted it, and also helped show me where I was in my thoughts and life.

I believe these are all of the things I published this week, minus a video or two or reblogs.

Much Respect,
Ronovan

Men, Supersize Me, and Pornography.

A recent conversation and the #YesAllWomen response to Elliot Rodger’s deranged murders began me to thinking a bit.

Notebooks are a great source for inspiration. You write down important thoughts that you don’t want to forget, such as a conversation I had about the subject of men finding women from other countries more attractive than the women of their own country. Or more specifically it was that they were fascinated by them. Just to clarify, the conversation was with a woman. Twitter can bring things to your attention you try to avoid, like the Elliot Rodger insanity.

Men like to say that it’s the individual person that matters and we look for;
• the intellect over the eye candy
• the heart over the hairstyle
• the soul over the sexy
• the tenderness over the–you can fill that one in

But is that really true?

The conversation led me to wondering what men looked for most on the internet about women, such as the nationality or what the internet calls race. (An aside here, I prefer one race, the human one.) Do men in the United States prefer one ‘race’ of woman over another? Do they prefer traditionally Asian women, African women, Egyptian women, French women, or Indian women?

A search will find different answers but it seems in general Asian women top most lists, followed by African/African American, and probably Latin women are a close third if not tied for second. But there is no specific research pointing to any definitive answer.

As with many ideas one has there occurs an evolution into another idea.

Where this train led was internet pornography. Don’t worry I didn’t go searching those sites. I’m no prude or hypocrite. It’s just not my thing at this stage of my life. Maybe when I was younger, but I really don’t know. You all know why. But these days I have other things to focus on or at least try to focus on.

But if we men do find intelligence and the like attractive then why in 2012 were there 40 million Americans regularly visiting pornography sites? To be honest, not all of those were men. Women also enjoy pornography. But I am speaking from the male side because,well,I am one.

Steinem Quote

Think about that quote for a moment and let it sink in. You can apply it to men and women watching videos as well. These ‘manuals and training videos’ teach SOME men and women about the wrong kind of sex or what sex isn’t. Then when the real world hits them in the face, they strike back.

I’m not saying that pornography is the cause of all the crimes against women, or even men, but I think it does dehumanize people in one’s mind and desensitize people to what is respectful or reality. I know that’s an old fashioned phrase but it shouldn’t be. People cry out for respect but when you use the words ‘be respectful’ they treat you like a joke or some alien.

Despentes Quote on Pornography

This is a quote all people need to realize. If you’ve ever seen the documentary Supersize Me you see that eating McDonald’s for every meal for an extended period of time is not good for you, a too much of a good thing scenario of sorts. Some might say pornography is such a thing but that’s an opinion.

You love McDonald’s for what it is but it’s not real. You go home and eat a real hamburger and it is the best tasting thing. It’s just right on the outside, just slightly charred with the inside still tender and moist, and you actually have to open your mouth wide to eat it. Your mouth begins to water even before the bun reaches your lips. Then that first bite makes you wonder why you ever went to McDonald’s in the first place.

In truth pornography also makes what you ARE having less than what it is. You expect the almost impossible. You expect what people are being paid to do or are intentionally performing for viewing.

Pornography is a temporary fix. For some it may even be an emotional fix. But it’s a fake fix, a placebo. You took a sugar pill to cure a disease. It gives you a buzz, a momentary high, but minutes later you crash and feel as though you just wasted your life. You promise yourself you’ll never do it again, you’ll never eat another Big Mac. The next day you are in the drive-thru because the fix is intentionally created to be addicting.

What’s the solution?

Pornography can be an addiction which is a habit. Break the habit with another habit. If you feel porn calling, go outside and walk, or start writing. You find that email in your inbox? Unsubscribe, block it, do whatever it takes to stop it from being delivered. You find yourself typing that site address? Well, that one is on you my friend. But you can set your filters to stop sites from being accessed.

This article started as one about why men thought women from other countries were more fascinating but it ended up elsewhere. I guess the fascination is like going on vacation. Do you want to stay home for that week, or do you want to go away for a week? You want to be home but you enjoy the scenery of the vacation.

As for the pornography, what suggestions do you have to help people who really struggle with this? Keep in mind this is an addiction for some, a real illness. It’s like smoking, binge eating, drinking and any drug you become addicted to. It induces a release of those endorphins to make your mind temporarily happy. So sincerely think about it and leave a thought or suggestion.

In conclusion I would like to say that anything that demeans another person isn’t right. We’re meant to lift each other up in positive ways. Even though I see pornography as an addiction, an illness, I don’t condone any of it. It’s kind of like an episode of Happy Days from years ago when one of the characters named Potsie, an innocent teen, sees a centerfold and says something like “I bet that would look great in a sweater.” Potsie got it right.

One last quote.

Haide on Pornography

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Feline Fridays: Meet Spunky

My little white tiger.Spunky

by: Ronovan

This is Spunky. You can’t see it from this picture taken with a phone, but he has blue eyes and tan stripes up his sides. I call him my little white tiger. You may have seen him before in a picture with his twin, who actually has rounder eyes, and their fluffy dark tortoise haired sibling.

Spunky is the sociable one. Each morning I quickly finish my breakfast then sit on the back steps and he and I talk. It took a while for him to find his voice. He would open his mouth and I knew he wanted some attention. Now he speaks, but he has a great voice, just like his mother, Kitty. You’ve met Kitty before.

Spunky loves to be petted and will lay in your arms and let you love on him. That’s what I like about cats. They are honest creatures. They don’t return affection just because you give it, they do it because they want to.

Whenever I need a pick me up or a laugh, Spunky is available.

I know this isn’t a normal article but Spunky is an amazing little guy and deserved some web presence.

Much Love, Respect, Admiration, and Gratitude to all those who Follow and and inspire me,

Ronovan

 

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A Moment in a Blink

Losing a Moment in a Blink
by: Ronovan

Man in Sandstorm

Sadness is not a pleasant thing
I had to write about loss today
Then I read about it from others
Not smart as it pushed me further away

I knew some things earlier
They are gone now
Fortunately for me
I wrote them down

I wanted to write a poem
About a certain person
But I can’t remember who
Because of today’s lesson

I think maybe it’s all coming to a head
The constant writing and hearting
I push and pull and do my best
But each day I dread there will be a parting

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U2-I Still haven’t found what I’m looking for.

A song for the day.
Melancholy has set in.
And the sun chased away.

It’s not Poetry to me.

Open Book

 

I don’t write poetry.
I write micro chapters
Of my autobiography.
-Ronovan

A Loss of…?

A Loss of…?

by: Ronovan

Loss: The experience of having something taken from you or destroyed.-Webster Dictionary

 

Everyone loses something in their lives. Sometimes there are happy losses, like you lost that hideous sweater your aunt gave you for Christmas one year, actually your mother’s aunt so you had to wear it, until it mysteriously was ‘lost’.

Most often the word loss brings about feelings of sadness. I’m no different, in a way. This is a story of something I lost.

August is unbearable in the South. The sun burns through the walls of your house to tickle your skin with a glisten of perspiration. I’ve said in poetry that the sun is a jealous lover, and I say that with knowledge.

Early Sunday mornings are for relaxation and rejuvenation in most small southern towns. You make sure your clothes are straight and unwrinkled and you sneak in the back door of the steepled building with seconds to spare before the opening prayer of your class.

That’s an ordinary Sunday.

August of 2013, the first month of my life, wasn’t an ordinary Sunday. The sun had taken its toll on me over the course of the previous week and it was about to take revenge on my having enjoyed life in spite of her.

My Sunday sneak in for prayer did not happen. My brain ached, my world spun, and I needed a splash of cold water on my face. Or so I’ve been told. Mistakes are made without warning. You walk down a hallway you’ve walked down thousands of times before, passing slowly from the bright white walls lit from the living area through the grayed area midway and into the dark.

 That is when IT happens.

 Broken Glass on Floor

gettyimages © Original Photo by Matej Michelizza

Was it passing from the bright lit walls to the dark? Is that what turned my mind from light to dark? Was that passage what made me lose my mind?

A few hours later I was in the hospital with strangers around me. Everyone was a stranger.

Days went by as white coats came and went along with brief hopes that quickly vanished. I say I write through the eyes of a Lost Mind. That’s what I lost that day. I lost a filled mind. It is empty now, except for brief flashes of what might be memories.

“It’s so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.”
― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent

 

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What super power would I want? Heart surgeon…sort of.

If you were given a chance to be a superhero…what power would you want and why?

This was a writing prompt from WOW.

I read on AARYA‘s site about wanting to be a certain superhero. Check it out!

But that reminded me of a question I was asked by another blogger about what power would I want and so here it is.

Grinch Head

I would want the ability to turn the hearts of people from the dark to the light, from bad to good.

Why?

For understanding, peace, love, and shared humanity.

I’m sorry it’s no longer than this, but that’s pretty much it.

Much Love and Respect

Ronovan

 

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I’m the Patron Saint of…? The Daily Post Prompt

“In 300 years, if you were to be named the patron saint of X, what would you like X to be? Places, activities, objects — all are fair game.”

Prompt from The Daily Post.

Those who come after you normally declare what you are the saint of depending on what your life message was. But I suppose I would like to be known as the Patron Saint of Encouragement. Encouragement is something we can give without it costing anything. Although it may cost in emotional energy, but I am okay with that.

Encouragement Post

I think in many cases a person works most in areas that they don’t have themselves. Oh, sure I have encouragement but is there ever too much encouragement? I mean honest encouragement, not the token encouragement. I don’t encourage people in a talent or a situation unless I honestly believe in it. I don’t like to mislead or give false hope or impressions. I let my yes mean yes and my no mean no.

A bit boring I know but it’s what I could come up with. But I really think it’s up to those who know you to determine what you would be. People could say that I am the Patron Saint of (Insert Polite Words Here Please).

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Are You Half Empty Or Half Full?

Are You Half Empty Or Half Full?

by: Ronovan

You have heard the old question “Is the glass half empty or half full”. The idea is if you say half empty, you are a pessimist and if half full, an optimist. I like to reply with this, “What’s your goal, to empty the glass or fill it?”

gettyimages © Original Photo by Brooke Pennington
gettyimages © Original Photo by Brooke Pennington

The point is philosophy and other thought studies like to box one in by decisions they’ve already made about the answers you haven’t come up with yet. It’s the same for people taking a look at you and making a judgement for the first time.

They don’t know how your mind works, what your morals are, or what your life has made of you. All they see is the answers they’ve already come up with before even asking the questions.

What’s the moral to this little rambling? If there is one it might be to always ask honestly, answer honestly, and listen honestly. Honestly, it is the best policy.

 

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A World Apart

Image
gettyimages © Original Photo by loops7

A World Apart

 
 

There are differences

More than mere skin and thought

We live in places

Only the other has seen in the dark

Connections are clear

The attractions are simple

Based deeper than either

Could ever admit

Time is not that gentle

The sun is a jealous lover

Always hiding one from the other

But from the mind jealousy cannot control

The thoughts belong to no one

But the one whose mind in which they are caged

Thoughts transcend moments

And move across time without hesitate

No words ever spoken

Mere emotions shared across voids

Words never spoken

Infinite images enjoyed

No matter the sun

No matter the time or space

The mind is a device to convey

Between two emotions

A world apart

Sun no More

Amnesia Man
Through the Eyes of a Lost Mind

Waiting in a fall

Against the ever deep of pain

The sun dims in sight

We are the Editors of our Lives.

Editing Lives
gettyimages ©
Original Photo by Daniel Grill

I normally only write about my faith on Sundays, because, well . . . it’s just not an area of writing I work on. I’m into the Bible and all of that but I don’t like to get preachy about things. You may see some influences here and there in my writings but overall I stay pretty clear of ‘in your face’ things. My faith is my faith. Your faith is your faith, even if that means having faith in no faith. Hmm, wow that makes the head hurt. But I wanted to share a strange thought that came to mind today.

Some time back I read two articles, back to back and somehow they twisted an idea in my mind. One person I follow was talking about needing a writing mentor and editor while another was talking about God not answering prayer about something. Those two things led me to the idea of our being the Editors of life and God the frustrated creator of a world and the characters in it, loving them all only to see SOME foolish Editors destroy everything and change the world He came up with.

Editors are meant to help the creator, the writer, but if you run into a bad one, then by the end you won’t even recognize your work at all. Unfortunately not all Editors can be great ones. And don’t get me wrong, I think God’s original plan was perfect and He didn’t need any help, just go with me here.

Some people like to say that we turn out the way God wanted us to, but I really don’t think so. I doubt He really wanted anyone to end up blind or deaf or diseased or harmed in any other way. But due to our Editing of the world, things have happened that end up influencing our genetic make up to bring us to where we are.

If anyone has seen my picture you know I have fair skin. God didn’t want us to get sunburned or he would have put us on earth with long sleeves and pants instead of being nude. Boy did we mess up on that Editing. I’m really going to have to talk to Adam about that one someday.

Each choice we make is an Edit to the plan, either we Edit to the good or to the bad. Meanwhile other people are Editing the same story at the same time and messing up what your Edits would end up doing. There are even Edits that happen before we are born that change our story line.

I’ve learned over the years not to worry about the things not directly within my control. I try not to get upset about them. Yes, for a red haired man that’s a bit difficult. I can be as fiery as you imagine, but I am usually laid back and calm. But laid back and calm are learned things.

I know the bad things are other peoples bad Editing, and sometimes mine. I’ve also learned, through God’s writing and creation, that you don’t Edit other peoples’ lives. Let them do their own Editing and maybe they will see the great story God wrote for them in the first place.

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Bus Stop Stories: Society Killin’ Villain (A Poem And Commentary)

Bus Stop

You think you know it

What is this neighborhood

But the truth is for real

A truth you’ve never understood

 

There isn’t any violence

We got no old age attacks

Young men wear jeans

And old ones Armani slacks

 

You keep just keep on talking

About crime you don’t know

Bring all your cameras in here

Faking like a reality show

 

You’re not from here

Don’t talk like you know me

Your style is so weak

You have to steal creativity

 

Take no offense

At what I’m deliverin’

Cause you’re just the most recent

Of society killin’ villain

 

You come in here

Trying to make us look bad

When all you ever do

Is play up to some cheap trending fad

 

Who’s the real big man

When it comes to society

The man who spreads lies

Or the one with integrity

 

We may not all have

All the things that you’ve got

But where I’m from

We choose what we’ve not

 

See those two oldies

Those walking over there

When I was born

They gave my mom a high chair

 

That man over there

He just lost his wife

But you know what

We keep helping him with life

 

This is our home

Not some TV stereotypes

It takes all kinds

Even some like you lowlifes

 

So take your cameras

And your promises

Then move your behinds

Off our premises

 

The film crew didn’t really know what to do at that point as Rod finished. The crowd that had gathered was cheering and that seemed to give the crew a clue. They and their slum dressed star slipped away as the bus started to slow down. Rod was a hero. A hero in our small block of the town.

Hand Sanitizer in Church with Tim Hawkins or How to Laugh With God.

Having worked in a church over the years in a very deep way, I like to sit back and see a reality check on how the church needs a sense of humor. God said we should be joyful. I believe laughter is one of God’s greatest gifts. It makes you forget about your ills and pains and sorrows. Smiles and laughs get me through the day. Just think about that feeling you get after a good laugh or a long bout of smiling. Then think about sadness and frowning. See the difference? And after thinking about that sadness, watch this video again and think of your own religious dwelling and laugh again to get back to happy.

And this situation just shows you how certain situations are just universal. No matter where you are you know you get this and can laugh…I hope. (I would write giggle here but I’m too macho.)

Write Honestly or Write Popularly? The question every writer must face.

Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer’s loneliness but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.-Ernest Hemingway accepting the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1954 (You may listen to the actual speech here. It is only just over two minutes long.)

Does sharing your imagination frighten or worry you at times? Don’t laugh, you extroverted, uninhibited, creationistic, followers of your characters’ whims. There are those who think of who will be reading their work as in their friends and relatives, or even worse their religious leaders. Then all will know the strange goings on of their minds. Or even the naughty things they think of and dared shared. Those who do not venture into writing do not understand how the author can separate one world from the other.

Some will just laugh at the thought of being worried about what other people think, but for many it is a real fear. I believe this may be one think that keeps several very talented writers from ever becoming published or realizing their true potential. And the worst part is, they don’t even realize it.

Here is an example that might hit home for some. You have a situation where as you are writing one of the characters somehow turns out to be gay. I say somehow as in that it wasn’t a plan but as the story went along there was just something there that seemed to lead your writing in that direction. This character is a main character and a favorite. So far so good, right?

Now you have the issue that the author is fundamentally religious or whose friends are primarily against the gay life style. I use ‘religious’ because some religions share the same thoughts on certain issues. The writer personally doesn’t have an issue with it, but the friends would be shocked. So what does the writer do? Probably bails on the idea and just diverts from the issue.

But now we enter another one of those areas where the writer must decide between the truth of reality and the character or caving to peer pressure and believing it really doesn’t make a difference in the big picture. Where does the compromising end?

If anyone has read my We are the Editors of our Lives article you know that I believe God had a story written for us and then we end up editing it along the way. And I believe everyone may edit as they please without interference from anyone else, unless you plan to edit your life so that you intend to off me somehow. I might complain then.

I mention the article because my take on things is contrary to many that are of the same guild as I am in religion. I would write the character as the character would be written and move along. Would my views cost me some acquaintances? Yes, and it already has. But I believe that art should imitate life. Put what you believe into what you create.

I put the Hemingway quote at the beginning for a reason. Writing honestly will cost you some friends, perhaps many. Your life may end up a lonely one because you cannot make everyone happy. If you are making everyone happy then you are perhaps not being completely honest with yourself or your writing.

Readers want honesty. They are drawn to it. They revile the obvious snubs and cowardice of an author who runs from an issue. Some readers will never admit to reading the book, but they will read it. And…they will learn from it. That’s what we do, we allow them to escape into a place they want to be but cannot seem to get to. Be it a space adventure, a romance, a magical ride through another land, or yes, even admitting that there are real lives in the world that are not like our own but still exist and the world keeps turning as it always has anyway.

Now here comes the question all writers must face. Do you want to be true to yourself and your art and possibly end up lonely but free or be popular and unsatisfied with what should have been? And is perhaps honestly actually the popular in truth after all?

10 Fun Facts About Me or Things You’ve Never Asked For But I’m Telling You Anyway

I like to know things about the people behind the words, the little things that don’t show up in Bios and Abouts. Thus, I decided to share a few of mine.

#10 I love to cook. If I can get my hands on it I will try to make something out of it. It will taste good just sometimes you may not want to look at it or ask what’s in it.

#09 Continuing on a theme for a moment, I believe anything can be eaten as a sandwich. It’s a guy thing.

#08 I like to sit in the shade while eating lunch and watch and listen to the birds.

#07 The sound and feel of the ocean at night is the best thing ever to me.

#06 I can wiggle my right ear.

#05 I once held a college weight lifting record which I am sure has long since been broken.

#04 I was born while my parents were traveling and picking oranges to earn money. So I always tell people I was born of migrant fruit pickers.

#03 The first serious writing I ever read was The Chronicles of Narnia, all of them, by C.S. Lewis when I was 11.

#02 Since an accident in the summer of 2013 my brain has not been able to shut down and rest thus I tend to get little sleep and have to try very hard to rein in my writing.

#01 I am part of a Three Degrees of Elvis Presley. (Like Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon) Thus I am also part of a Four Degrees of Ernest Hemingway or Marlon Brando or The Beatles or even Richard Nixon. My step brother dated the daughter of Sam Phillips who was the owner of Sun Records that recorded Elvis’ first records and launched his career. BB King also recorded with Phillips.

Bonus: I am part of a Two Degrees of Jerry Lee Lewis, the Rock And Roll legend. My much, much older cousin way, way back was one of his guitarists.

I hope you enjoyed and if you are someone I’ve exchanged a few comments with you are now included in a Degrees of Elvis, Brando, and Hemingway.