Who or what inspires you ?

We all have moments of inspiration.  It is up to each one of us to decide whether to do something about it.   They come and go everyday, some more powerful than others,  and sometimes they become so loud they cannot be ignored.  I have one of those now that I will get to later.

But first, who or what inspires me ?   George Carlin, Gandhi, the toddler you run into with a smile on his face, the ocean sights and sounds, the birds that don’t shit on my car,  a breeze that comes out of nowhere on a hot day, Walter White,  my daughters,  any witty comedian that gets you to see the word for what it is and helps you to laugh at it,  Barry Wells,  the trees in my backyard,  and my wife, who creates from nothing with a brush and lightens up the world the way no one else can.

These are the things and people who I pull positive energy from,  and have given me the idea for my next project.  Perhaps it will become a book, but let’s start with the inspiration and get them down on paper.    My wife gave me the title today and she didn’t even know it.

“Fathers be good”   –  I have many memories and stories of raising 2 daughters,  using no textbook that was never written,  and making it up as a went along.   The first one started at age 4,  the second one from day 1.  I got a 10 year difference between each one,  so I could screw up the first time around, and learn enough to know that I would screw up a second time around as well.   So I have decided to write my own text book, covering topics such as:

– How to be scared shitless at the thought of Fatherdom without anyone noticing.

– Changing a diaper in 30 seconds or less

– Juggling a toddler may be dangerous,  but the dog will catch her.

–  The child embarrassment manual, scarring them for a lifetime while maintaining comedic gold !

–  Keeping the boyfriends/husbands on track by proving your insanity

I don’t want to give too much away, but I will be pulling from the past 22 years experience to come up with the most comprehensive guide to how to be a Dad while not listening to any of the rules that actually make sense. As my wife has often said for the past few decades,  “You did what?”


Take a look at the Nook

Next time you stop on by,  take a look at From the Nook.  To find it click on the menu that says From the Nook.  I made it easy that way for you,  and for me.   It is a slice of life on a place that you can walk across in 5 minutes.   You may think that sounds boring, but you would be wrong.   It is filled with some madcap lunatics that took us in as one of their own,  only to find they may have created the proverbial monster.  Once you wind up this typing toy, it is katy bar the door and lock up your crabs and seagulls.

If some of the stories leave you wondering what is going on,  just look at the pictures.  We run a tight ship at FTN publications,  covering writing, editing, artistic creativity,  printing, wrapping and circulation all while meeting deadlines and delivering on a bike with a smile and a warning of LOOK OUT as the latest issue is delivered.

Stories change as fast as the weather, and coming up this summer is a dog running for mayor, which is much more interesting than any other election I can think of.    The vacation season has also begun, where folks flock here like stink on a monkey.   The FTN crew is here to cover all of it,  from Kitty Hawk to Okracoke, from Rodanthe to Manteo.

Spread the word as the circulation is growing faster than we can grow trees.

Where did he go ?

Apologies a thousand times over as two pressing projects took precedence and put me in a pickle and predicament of plentiful proportions.  (that’s enough P’s)

Item #1 was the infancy of a local newsletter called “From the Nook”.  As Editor in Chief, Head Writer,  Production assistant,  Head of distribution,  Gaffer and Dolly Grip operator,  I became enthralled and enthused at going old school on a bicycle delivering newspapers to folks who could not figure out how to hide from me.   I will post them up on the Website for anyone to take a look in a separate section called,  “From the Nook”  (what else would I call it?)

Item #2 was the 6 month disappearance of our landlord, nay our friend Mick, gone since December off in the wilderness of Canada.   Concern was soon replaced by a massive gambling ring upon which his return date was placed.  Thousands placed their bets and millions were wagered.   The anticipation of his return far exceeded who our next President is going to be quicker than you could say “which bathroom do I go into now?”

You can read about the search grids and enlisting of help from NORAD in the issues that lie within,  but in the end it was a Mouse who led him home.   You have to love a dog that takes the steering wheel by the horns and says “Fuck It,  I am going home”.   You don’t believe me, take a look below.   Arrival was made late last night and there was dancing in the streets, a parade into the town square,  and for a brief moment, cats living with dogs in harmony.  Perhaps someday the humans can take heart and do the same,  or at least be able to go to the bathroom in peace.



We’re going to need a bigger blog….

Washed up on the beaches of Salvo,  I give you the latest of what we are hoping is not an omen of last summer. (a different shark washed ashore last year at this time of year,  and there was nature hell to pay all summer)

My favorite movie of all time and some of the best movie quotes ever.  More to come as we head back into the summer season…..

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Quint: Here lies the body of Mary Lee; died at the age of a hundred and three. For fifteen years she kept her virginity; not a bad record for this vicinity.

Brody: “Slow ahead.” I can go slow ahead. Come on down here and chum some of this shit.

Quint: [singing] Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies. Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain. For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Boston. And so never more shall we see you again.