Latest Dance Craze

I'd like to invite you to join a new movement. I'm pretty annoyed when someone's cell phone goes off in a private setting and it's some boisterous ring tone such as...Shake what cha mama gave ya or Roxanne. Whenever I hear that obtrusive ringing, I always ask, Doesn't that cell phone have a vibrate option?

So today while in Kinko's an old lady...Well she was older than me...Was making copies and her phones starts yelling some insane circus hip-hop nursery rhyme thing. I decided to start dancing to her phone. Right there in the middle of Kinko's I started popping and locking to the ring tone on her cell. And she asked a lady standing near by "Are you laughing at me?"

Of course the lady was laughing at me, just the way I like it.

Won't you all join me, the next time somebody's cell phone rings in a peculiar place just dance to the ring tone like there's no tomorrow.

B

I Hate Writing

And then it happens. You go back and look at your work. You find a bent nail, a dirt spot, a digit out of place and you want to die. I was rereading what was my favorite book--An Auburn Autumn and found something in it that I didn't like. And now I want to become an electrician.

Let the Hate Haunt Us

Well,

I got my first piece of hate mail today from the Auburn book. I'm actually expecting a boatload of nasty letters, but surprisingly it came from one of my fraternity brothers who suggested that I hang myself.

I sent the e-mail to my wife who all but passed out. It seems she hasn't developed the thick skin that I have over the past six books. I'm not sure if this entry is about hate, thick skin, or tackling difficult issues. Perhaps a bit of them all.

An Auburn Autumn was a difficult book to write, but it's come to my attention that it's even more difficult to read. It seems that some who know of the event may have problems separating themselves from the book and getting under the surface to find out what the book is really about.

I'd expected bricks through my window from some groups, but I never expected suggestions of suicide from my fraternity brothers. This is a good sign. Social change is never easy. Let the hurting and healing begin.

Teaching Kids and Learning

My nephews are here this week. I tried to teach them about bad credit by loaning them money with high interests rates. They stole ten dollars in order to pay me back.