Shouting Thomas

I was married to Myrna. Everything made sense then. We sang together, played together, talked and walked together.

Life is now a full time search for answers. Why was I not allowed to have Myrna for another 20 to 30 years? Where has she gone? How do I find her again?

This weblog was originally conceived when Myrna and I did not know that she was sick, and we were luxuriously happy. Myrna had long instructed me to ignore everything except that which made me happy. And I learned to do that. Harleys, Cars, Girls & Guitars was sort of the list of those things that make me happy.

My job is to make others happy, or so Myrna always said. Now that the great spiritual master is gone, I am seldom happy, but I am trying to follow in the path of her wisdom. And so... Harleys, Cars, Girls & Guitars.