I appear to still be holding a moratorium on songwriting. It’s nothing intentional, at least I don’t believe it’s intentional. As I said before, I just don’t see much point in it. When it comes to writing a song, you pretty much have to have a reason to do it, even if it’s purely selfish. For some songwriter that still believes he or she can change the world through political means, they can go write some political diatribe. If it’s a love song you’re after, then sling the arrows in that direction. You’re either writing for Jesus, or politics or your lover or sailing or jumping out of airplanes or war or whatever. I just can’t seem to find a reason to write. And it’s not like I’m searching for one, I just don’t really care. Maybe this is a good place to be. But if it is, why do I keep thinking about it?.

I got to talking with these 2 guys I see fishing on the beach every once and a while. So I get to shooting the shit with them and they are “old time” Fort Lauderdale guys. One of them was in my graduating class of Fort Lauderdale High. I don’t remember him, but to tell you the truth, I don’t remember much about those years. We did get to talking about some other folks we knew from “back in the day” and it’s surprising how many of them are dead. What an uplifting thought. One guy got his head bashed in in front of Shooters, another one OD’d.

My daughter is away at UCLA this week attending a a summer camp thing for high school students interested in film making. So far she hates it. I’ll be heading out there in a few days to meet her and spend a couple of days breathing the smog. I’ll also get a chance to spend some time with one of my oldest and dearest friends. That will be good. I can’t think now. There are too many annoying people in Starbucks.