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Twenty-Five Random Things About Me

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Punk Ain't Dead in 1985
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Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about yourself. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.

(To do this, go to "notes" under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)

1. I used to hang with Ru Paul in Atlanta back when HE played in a band called Wee Wee Pole, mostly at the 688 Club and the Bistro, both now defunct.

2. I was a brilliant child (one of the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging myself through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix…), then I bumped into the lads of 9353, and learned something else about myself.

3. Bob Dylan, Thomas Paine, and Henry Miller, in that order fascinate me to the ends of the intellectual spool, are my heroes, and oddly enough, both the Right and the Left claim them (well, Miller might not make the cut on the Right), and yet all are despised by both the Right and the Left when it suits them.

4. I hitchhiked from Atlanta to NYC to meet Allen Ginsberg with seven cents in my pocket because I had lost my whole $250 paycheck earned working a roofing tar kettle the night before dancing and boozing with a hole in my pocket I had sworn to avoid, all in celebration of my departure. I also met my future wife on that trip. It's a long story.

5. I was a literary poet when I came to DC. I then became a drunk, quit writing poetry in deference to my rocker friends and enemies like Bruce, Boyd, Vance, Gene, Jamie, Rene, Lloyd, Frank, Henry, Andy, Jack and so many more of that squiggle of spit-possessed renegades.

6. I grew up poor among the poor. My five siblings and I often slept in sleeping bags curled up around the only kerosene heater in the house built in 1865, later burned to the ground by an arsonist in 1972, along with many of my childhood treasures. My father collected junk Cadillac & Pontiac hearses and DUIs as if nothing else existed for him.

7. I once told Jesse Jackson I don't stomp the pavement for any cause. And yes, I shook Ronald Reagan's hand as he was leaving the Jacksonville Convention Center in 1972, as a Nixon delegate in the first highschool mock convention of its kind. My particular Florida highschool represented the state of Tennessee. Shirley Chisolm was also there.

8. I recall the Kennedy assassination in full black and white. I was in the third grade. I watched the aftermath at Darwin Gale's house while he was outside playing in the dirt with toy soldiers, our usual connivance.

9. I was married to a Jehovah's Witness twice my age, mother of three, when I was eighteen, four weeks after she smothered my virginity. What a dweeb I was! It lasted three horrific years.

10. With a nod to Yeats, I slouched in the dirty and dangerous coke ovens at Bethlehem Steel on Lake Michigan back when America was strong, though the steel industry was just then beginning to feel the coming shrinkage.

11. My grandfather regularly played chess with King Faisal Ibn Abdul of Saudi Arabia when he was a construction superintendent there in 1966. This king was later assassinated by his own nephew. Spud Woodward, my grandfather, left after six months of his two year tour seriously needing an adult beverage, of course banned over there.

12. I became a painter after reading a book.

13. I believe America is in deep shit, and I also believe we haven't a pooper scooper to our name as a nation.

14. If it weren't for money, I'd be a rich man.

15. I lost a 900 page novel manuscript among other fine washables when I accidentally erased it off my computer.

16. As a former Episcopalean acolyte and Eagle scout, well not quite, my family moved to a remote barrier island owned by the Carnegie and Rockefeller families when I was fourteen, effectively ending my scouting career at Life, anyhow, what was my point?

17. My family were among the original band of Scottish Highlanders to found the State of Georgia. Names like Mackintosh, Spalding, Kenan, Woodward, Atwood lead straight to me. Big effing deal some might say; I say it's all in how you present the information. Did I mention one of my ancestors traced my heritage straight to William the Conqueror, the bastard lord of feudalism? Thirty-one generations. I did the math. Lots of people are my cousins.

18. I have never been to college. But I am still a tool of my enemy, and I cannot visualize an escape.

19. Guns. Now that's something William S. Burroughs knew something about.

20. I either secretly or outright despise Marxists because I am right of center and am more generous with my time and my treasure than any "ever so concerned" Marxist I have ever met.

21. I realize that the line is being drawn in the sand even as I write these words and parse these syllables. There is no time left to write poems or paint pretty pictures. Now is the time for all good men and women to rise to the challenges our spineless leaders have injected into our collective bloodstream.

22. Twenty-five years with the same woman. Haplessly married, but unbreachably united. A story for the ages. Check out Abelard and Heloise.

23. I am either supra-confident in public (usually a byproduct of alcohol, of which I rarely partake these days), or timid and tragically neurotic and full of self-doubt. Ask around.

24. In the spirit of jolly old Saint Nix (one of my former namesakes), I am always making a list and checking it twice, determined as hell to discover who is naughty and who is nice.

25. My greatest shame is that few people who call themselves my friends have ever bothered to listen to my Internet radio station, Radio Scenewash, or read, much less respond to any of my blogs in the several years I have operated them. Such is MY life in the fast lane among the self-satisfied and the splendid.

Two Forks In The Road

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"Ballad of the Fork & Spoon" by G.Thy
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Gabriel, hope that I answer the questions you had in mind—but the Europe trip report will have to wait—today another rush to leave by noon for Jax to catch a flight to Miami. Of course to see KK but she won't be home tonight, so we will go on to Ft. Lauderdale to see a boat David put a contract on yesterday—sight unseen. Then we will stay with Karen and Gary on Friday and maybe Sat nights.

Chip's boat that was Gary and Karen's sold that first week for $25,000. So sorry that I did not get back with that information. Don't worry, David will have other boats in and out and I'm sure one will most likely be just right for you. What price range do you have in mind?

You are right about your Granddaddy and steaks. One of my favorite memories is having steak and eggs for breakfast (any steak left over usually from Fri or Sat night splurge at the grocery store on payday). Oddly enough, I am reminded of this every time I have traveled to Europe, mainly because steak and eggs are a regular breakfast in most of the places we go, and people in Europe hold their fork and knife in the familiar way that Daddy ate—fork in the left hand, never putting the knife down from the right. In fact I will tell you about a gift I had put aside to give you in September, but the time was never just right for the occasion.  The night you came to dinner was my plan but somehow when Tina did not return to the table, it threw me off track.  It is one of two forks Daddy ALWAYS ate with, we had five smaller forks, one for each girls and Mama and two dinner size forks that we DADDY's only.  I gave Karen one last summer and always planned to give the other to you at some special moment (the way we are traveling, I should not wait for the "right" time, although Karen has been aware that the matching fork to hers is for you and would see that you get it).  I'm also giving you the extra place for Sue to use as MaaMaa's fork.

I hope you'll be pleased—after all it is only befitting that a man once named Spalding should have it (Karen's middle name is Kenan). I love you dear nephew and hope you know you were the "apple of your Granddaddy's eye " too, not to leave out that you certainly were the darling of MaaMaa! There were never any spoons or knives to "match" these forks by the way, just odd pieces that were always there ever since I can remember. Mardis may have given them to Mama and Daddy. One thing Evey was always known for is been generous with strings attached!  Well I do request one small favor—that one day you or Sue see to it that Daddy's big fork along with the token of Mama get to another of the clan with one of his names, named for him.  Thanks, and forgive me for asking because I think that you and Sue would do that anywayMuch love to you, David is here now so I must leave with this unfinished letter.

Laurie's book, I can't wait! I tried to buy a painting of John's through Peggy, told her I'd spend $300-$500 sight unseen at his or her choice but I never got anything or even a response from your brother John.

Love to you my sweet,

Maude

Thurs. January 14, 1999