Tomorrow will mark a year to the day of the first speaktherights.com post. There are days when I will tell you this year has gone by oh so quickly. There are days when I will tell you the year did not fly fast enough. Still, I am delighted that this is the 169th installment of speaktherights.com. It has been a pleasure. What make’s it a pleasure? I just like to write. That is where is starts and ends. A dear friend of mine asked a few questions about this blog when he came to the realization that it had been a year. he said he doesn’t look every day…or every week for that matter. I do appreciate him paying any attention at all. He asked the following questions:
Do you get tired of writing that stuff?
My answer is no….I do not.
When are you going to write some more about music and making music again?
I hope and pray I get back into the studio soon with a handful of songs and the time to do it right.
What is the hardest thing about you blog?
Time. There are days and evenings when I wish I was writing and just did not have the time to do it. There have been many occasions…and I am sure there will be more in the future… where I yell to my dear wife, Carrie, “Just a few minutes longer and I will be right there.” Carrie is very understanding of the time I put into my writing and I love her for it.
Do you plan on writing more about food? I liked the story you did about the tenderloin in North Vernon.
You, my good man, are a true Hoosier. Some folks may read this in other parts of the country and the world and think of completely different cuts of meat than what you and I know. I think I wrote that last July or August for those of you interested in looking back at it. Anyway, I do plan on writing about food again. Right now I am trying to think less about food…and keep it away from my fork. When Carrie and I go out of town the next time, albeit it won’t be a tenderloin, I will try to find some culinary space here just for you.
Are you looking forward to your new job?
Yes, I am. I think it will be fantastic. It will have its challenges…what great endeavor doesn’t? I was actually up at my new job this morning getting some technical stuff taken care of. Email, computer, phone business. It was standard stuff. I had a great guy to help get me through it. Then I went to my old school for a visit and look to help the new person if I could. I also had a friend I was visiting up that way today. He is an old school chum I have know all my life. It was good to get caught up and hang out for a few hours. I really cherish that time. I have written about him here. His name is Jerry Brown.
Speaking of work…my office has a grand view of Western sky.
This office is probably less than half the size of my office at Medora. I am adjusting very well. The biggest adjustment is what to do with all the stuff I had on the walls in my old office.
What do you want to write about…is there a subject you have not shared yet?
Well…two days ago I got really ticked off. I was in a department store in New Albany. I was looking at football cards. I am appalled at the price of ball cards. You old Uncle Dan can remember walking or riding his bike to the five and dime store on the main drag in Brownstown, Indiana and buying a pack of football cards for .20 cents. This was 1976. Lets say the price was .25 cents. If it was, with the rate of inflation, the pack of cards would cost about $1.05. Mind you there were only ten cards in the pack at the time. Still..I looked at some cards at the store and found this:
$5.99 for a pack of 16 football cards? No wonder kids aren’t playing football outside these days. They can’t afford to emulate their heroes. This really makes me want to puke.
I think I’ll stop asking you questions before you hit me.
I wouldn’t hit you. You don’t sell football cards do you?
Speaking the Rights…
Danny Johnson