faulker009

I have always enjoyed a party. Except for my first party of course, which came eight days into life. (If you don’t know what I am referring to, check Seinfeld’s episode five, season five.  Ouch.) Back to the party. I like birthday parties, engagement parties, fraternity parties. I even like the resolve of the Libertarian Party. Today I was invited to a high school graduation party. Well, actually I was not invited to the party, but our band was. In case you are new to my world, as a 43-year old unemployed guy, I was asked to sing in a band with three 40+ year old employed guys. After my very successful singing career in college, I had no choice but to accept.   Two weeks ago, we launched this new career at a block party. Fortunately at our golden age, we were able to remember most of the five songs we played two weeks ago, so today we played the same five songs. When the 20+ minute show was over, it was time to mingle backstage with the groupies. Well actually, there was no ba...

When it comes to Black and White, two things immediately pop into my mind: The classic music video of Michael Jackson’s song where the faces of all different people morph into one another, implying we are all the same And the Seinfeld episode where Jerry describes the classic Black and White cookie as “two races of flavor living side by side… nothing mixes better than vanilla and chocolate and yet somehow racial harmony eludes us.   If people would only look to the cookie all our problems would be solved.  Look to the cookie Elaine.  Look to the cookie! Before I get to how this relates to today’s story let me take a step back. A few days ago, I had lunch with my brother, who is fourteen years older than me. He lives 1,000 miles away, but for 90 minutes, we just happened to be in the same city at the same time. My brother is a human, not a cat, but he has lived nearly nine lives. A year out of high school, he moved to Hawaii to quench his thirst for surfing. ...