Boy is this one a gem. I’m 28 and there are certain bars I won’t even go to because I know I’ve outgrown them. I still see those men/women you’re referring to and it does make me sad. I realize they don’t know any better, but it doesn’t make it any less creepy to watch.

Anyway, keep up the good work, David.

I ditto Berties coment here.
It is always nice to read your comments–very inspirational to the spirit mind and body this one.

That si what Steven needs to hear and realize.

We all have these misconceptions that need to be reworked,

That is why i write a blog every day and set up this an open forum,

http://www.chicagosportsreview.com/inthemeantime/contentview.asp?c=201686

Your situation reminds me of when I met Bob “Butterbean” Love, who was a forward with the Chicago Bulls and held the team’s all-time scoring record before Michael Jordan came along. At the time, he was doing PR for Nordstrom’s, and he was visiting the company I worked for as a motivational speaker.

Love had lots of connections to help get job interviews after he retired from basketball, but he never got hired because he had a terrible stuttering problem. He told us he could see his interviewer’s jaw drop, as soon as he was introduced, and the interviewer’s initial enthusiasm at meeting wilted visibly. As a result, the only job he could find was working as a busboy at the restaurant in Nordstrom’s, in Seattle. He described how humiliating it was for him to be recognized when he was busing dishes.

Love had never had any speech therapy, but he decided to push ahead and try to make the best of his situation, working his butt off and doing the best he could as a busboy. After six months, management offered to pay for speech therapy for him if he could find a therapist. He found one from an advertisement he saw while riding a bus to work.

He said that after a lot of therapy and continued commitment to his work, he was put in charge of the kitchen and finally made enough progress that Nordstrom’s offered him a position in public relations. Then he told us that the day before his visit to us, he had just gotten a call from the Chicago Bulls, and they wanted him to come work for them. He started to choke up when he said how much that meant to him, and that he was going to accept the job. Believe me, there were a lot of moist eyes in the room, including mine.

HIs point was basically that life was 20% determined by what happens to you, and 80% what you do about it. After listening to his story, we were all ready to buy it. I hope you find some helpful therapy for your stuttering and come to terms with it in a healthy frame of mind. I know it’s a difficult problem. In fact, Love still stuttered a couple of times during his talk and had to stop and gather himself before continuing, but if you have confidence in yourself, it lets you overcome amazing obstacles.

Ummmm David Wygant—we will talk later—LOL
His music is great. That song I remember because where I am from—You CAN look out your window and “See the Sea” (well the pacific ocean blue–good enough:)
Here in TexASS well you don’t “sea” but muddy waters called “the bay.” Pfffffffft

Ok, since this isn’t David Gray Day—I do like and agree with this blog content very much.

I am one who is still evolving and embracing me, not trying to look nor act 20—because for me 20 sucked—in more ways than one. Married and blind to anything outside of “the man I loved.” Be swoon my heart Where is that rolly- eyed icon when I need it?? LOL

We go to one of those “Upper end–WAY upper end Restaurants with the crowd that runs from upper thirties to God knows—probably Methuselahs age!

Last time there, this obviously very wealthy woman started laughing and joking with me and a few others (I think she had the hots for the football jock really;)
She was wrinkled worse than a California raisin–prune long past–but fun and so lively. I had to laugh so hard when she pulled us aside and asked us if we wanted to go smoke with her, opening her little jewel encrusted purse so discreetly, showing us a joint. She says, “This is some very good weed that gets the job done.” LOLLLLLL well I am not sure what “job” she was referring to but when she came back, she reaked and had me laughing so much. I may have gotten a contact high!
She wore patchoulli, which I knew right when she walked up—she was an 86 year old high class hippie;)))))))) I loved her and hope to see her Thursday night for some more stories and fun. She has some “Back in the day” stuff to tell!!!
Seems my friend has a thing for happy hour and Thursday night dining. Ok by me–haven’t had to deal with but one jerk so far who actually followed us to the salsa club.

Ok, well damn. Hey, catch more in my upcoming book LOL!
These really are the boring stories, but I will be scensored for the meat of the novel;))

DAVID:
WHY do you continue to tolerate such behavior out of me?? LMAO