Thx, I’ll have to check it out

Always has been in my top ten since it came out.

Here's another I listen to almost every day.

Great cover of the Thunderclap Newman song.

youtu.be/W-dpMkYsiuA

So much good music.
So many good intentions.
It only got much worse.

Let's not forget the democrats that eat from the same troughs that billionaires fill with lobby money.

Goodnight, my friends.
Sleep easy. Dream kindly.
We’ve still got miles left to grow.

Peace be with y'all my friends!

— The Old Man

Howdy 🌙 @¿@

May tomorrow bring a little more peace, a little more trust, and a lot more living.
Because this old man’s done waiting.
The new life starts now—one kind word, one honest heart, one breath of respect at a time.

A whispered thank-you to those who keep showing up, even when we’re worn down to the core.

So tonight, before I close my eyes, I’ll lift a quiet toast to every friend who ever mattered—to the ones who shaped me, who challenged me, who made me laugh when I needed it most.

I want this old world to wake up with peace in its bones and kindness in its breath.
And maybe that starts right here—with us.
With remembering that respect isn’t just a word—it’s an act. A soft nod to the people who make life bearable.

But I’ll be honest with you—I’m tired of waiting for a new life to begin.
I want it now.
I want mornings filled with trust and laughter again. I want to feel the hum of friendship in the air, to see people caring more than complaining, to find growth in our days and health in our hearts.

There’s a peace that comes from remembering.
From knowing we’ve shared laughter, carried burdens, and mended pieces of one another along the way. Every conversation, every handshake, every argument smoothed over with time—it’s all been a kind of quiet healing, a rhythm that’s kept us human.

Respect for the ones who couldn’t stay, but left warmth behind anyway. Respect for this fragile world that keeps spinning, even when we’re tired and half-ready to step off.

Funny thing—after all these years, I still feel them near,like the hum of a song I never quite stopped singing.

Tonight, I find myself thinking about respect—not the word itself, but the weight of it. How it grows heavier the older we get. Respect for the friends who stood by us through the storms.

It’s late again.
The house has gone still, and I’m sitting here with the ghosts of old friends—faces from the past that still flicker in the corners of my mind. Classmates, neighbors, a few who stayed close, and too many who drifted away.