People have money for movies, video games, new clothes, a night out on the town,cigarettes, liquor, and other assorted things all the time. If you have money for these things you have money to help abused animals.
All I’m asking is that you make a conscientious effort to make a small personal sacrifice to provide assistance for those who don’t have a voice; Our 4-Legged Frynds.
How, you might ask?
I will be donating all of my author proceeds from the 1st 1000 “What’s Your Name? Life as a Rock ‘n’ Roll Dog” books sold to Animal Charities to help those animals that were unfortunately abused.
Please order my book; “What’s Your Name? Life as a Rock ‘n’ Roll Dog”
Book sales to support Animal Charities ~ Get your copy and Help Us Help Our 4-Legged Frynds
Also available is my new book, “My Backyard Friends”, another children’s book…
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I’m once again moving on up, to a deluxe apartment in the sky… OK, maybe that’s the wrong opening line.
When I first started back in June on 1700 AM The Surf it was truly a dream come true. Not only did I get to talk writing and publishing with two co-hosts (which then became one co-host), but I got to broadcast a music show live with all the killer tunes I grew up on and love.
1700 AM in Flagler Beach is morphing into 97.3 FM very soon, and I’m excited to be a part of it. Station owner Vern Shank has some really great plans for the station and you’ll still be hearing me on the air on Friday nights. But in a slightly different format…
I had a sit-down with Vern yesterday about my role at 97.3 FM and how I could stay on while balancing my…
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I took advantage of the opportunity and spent part of the afternoon working outside before sitting in the sun on my deck, listening to the ballgame on the radio and watching the squirrels perform Cirque du Soleil moves on my half-empty feeder.
As I sat there, I remembered scraping the ice off my windshield on those subzero mornings, driving 20 mph to work on icy roads and shoveling feet of snow. At that time, all I could think about was a) where I could move and b) how much I would appreciate days like we were having that day—warm, sunny and safe—if the frozen ground ever thawed.
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I used to have expectations. Now, I expect little, but am grateful for anything that falls my way. If I wake up and am not in severe pain … if I can breathe in and out without coughing and choking. Finding Garry breathing softly beside me.
The future will have to take care of itself. Being alive and being with those I love is the center of the world. Given one thing and another, most of the things I used to want or expect seem trivial. Even nonsensical. Certainly meaningless.
Being alive, being loved, breathing air and having a future as a living person? That’s meaningful. The rest is commentary.
And that’s how I feel today. Ask me the same question again in a few weeks or months — and I know you will — and maybe I’ll feel entirely different. It’s magic!