Happy camper

I write happy stories for myself, my alien space abduction, my mop boy story, etc. I sit outside with my good cup of coffee and feed the squirrels, one three legged squirrel. I feed the birds, one clubbed claw pigeon, I water my flowers I sit and enjoy my coffee. I think about stories, past conversations, new adventures, (Actualives.net is having a show in Sept).

The reason that I’m writing this is because my suggestion to everyone is to write stories about yourself, things that have happened to you. My father was an airplane bomber pilot in North Africa in WWII. I asked him about what it was like to fly with German airplanes trying to shoot him down. He said every time that I flew. I asked him about if he had ever seen an alien space craft and he told me about flying over the Gulf of Mexico at night and his cockpit just lit up one night and that was the extent of my finding out about his flying.

I would love to have known more about his flying in the Bermuda Triangle but now he is gone and his experiences are gone.

If you would like to know what it is like to go from being in a coma for 1&1/2 months and awaking and not being able to do anything to learning to walk and talk, then eventually graduating from the University of Texas with a B.A. in psychology, then to working for 17 years for the University of Texas but I retired because of brain injury complications. I now have been successfully performing before people on stage for the last 5 years. Can you believe a 55-year-old man performing on stage and one performance I got a one-dollar tip placed in my black and white pajama pants, one performance I got 800 people to sing happy birthday. There is a down side, I’ve sent Oprah Winfrey a calendar of my paintings that I’ve done for three years and have had no response. I knock on most doors and some just stay shut but I tried. Remember, what counts are how many times you get back up.