During treatment for alcoholism I was bombarded with talk about God and giving up control. I wouldn't listen to what they were saying, when I heard the word God, I shut down.
Then something changed, I began to listen, and I realized it wasn't about religion; it was about acceptance, something other than me, had control over my life.
As I thought more about it, there were several things that I did or that I was involved in, that I could not explain; a lucky punch, a knife that didn't open, a friend fastening his seat belt before I drove a stolen car into the side of truck--and we both survived.
I finally broke down. In AA they use the words Higher-Power to help people like me come to terms with life.
Today I call it #God.
I had singled out this story a couple of weeks ago. I had no idea Ron's Birthday fell on Easter this year. This story is not about Easter; nor is it about the virus. It is about death and how we deal with it.
It is also about sexuality, and living together with family members who have different lifestyles from ours.
That's not all. It also contains one of the stories that didn't survive the Chopping Block "God's Customer Service Call Center."
After retiring, and being home most of the day, I couldn't believe the number of real, and phony, telemarketing calls I was getting. On top of that I had pulled the plug early, by about a month, because Mary Jo was not doing well.
I was in a not-so-good place, as many telemarketers found out. It got to a point where, rather than calling the telemarketer names that had to do with their ancestors having sex with farm animals, I began to string them along. Soon they were calling me names and threatening to remove a part of my anatomy while recording the event and posting it to YouTube.
Enjoy. Oh, and Happy Easter.
This story first appeared in the first edition of my book #thefranklintrail. I had started a new book and decided to use a real #editor this time. After reading the first few chapters of my new book, she bought TFT, read it and, when finished, promptly called me and said, "un-publish TFT right now!"
Probably not that harshly. After explaining to me that she thought it would be better if I made TFT about me. I told her that's what I thought I was doing. She said, "In that case, you did it all wrong."
She can be brutal.
In fact, she told me to prepare myself for what they call in the biz "killing the babies." In other words, these are stories that the author likes, and they may be good, but they just don't fit with the flow of the new book.
"The Franklin Kool-Aid Acid Test" is one of those stories.
We planned to head out to some cow-town in #Nevada but it's been closed by the great #hoax. We found a place that is still #open for business. It's good to know that #fear has not taken over the West.
That reminds of an excellent song, "Once Upon a Time in the West" by Dire Straits.
So, as we head out on what may be our final #adventure, think about this.
Adios, Amigos. Enjoy the outdoors, if you dare.
Hopefully you will hear from us when we get back.