Regrets...

I know, how well I know. Everyone has them, and if you say that you don't, you're either an amnesiac or delusional. Mine are too many to mention in one sitting, so I'll hit the high spots. Also, this is not in chronological order, seeing as how my brain is a bit ADD. First, I regret my first two marriages, but not for the reasons you might think. I was toxic to a number of people when I was younger, friends, girlfriends, my first and second wives, and a variety of acquaintances. I was self centered to a ridiculous extreme, and didn't think of the consequences of my actions. Life has a rather firm hand at teaching one the error of his/her ways, and after a substantial amount of heartbreak, I did learn my lessons. If I could travel back in time, I would probably spend the rest of my life attempting to right the wrongs that I've done. Realizing how many people I've hurt is a daily punishment, but it is also a gentle reminder that I'm not that guy anymore. At least as long as I keep myself on a short leash. As I mentioned in an earlier post, my brother from another mother, Jeff Johnson passed into eternity back in 2010. Another brother from another mother, Chuck Nix passed away in 2021. Both were great friends and band mates. In 2021, I lost yet another dear brother, Jay Pemberton. Here's the rub: Jeff was an indescribably talented drummer. Chuck was an equally talented guitarist/keyboardist and vocalist. Jay was the owner/operator of the most precise set of ears I've ever known. If I could go back in time about 30 years, I'd do everything in my power to make a prog rock/ metal power trio with Chuck and Jeff, and have Jay record us and master a CD. Not for the purpose of making it big, but just to have a good benchmark of our musical history together. We did play together in a southern rock/ country group known as the Hired Guns. And we, along with our excellent brother and partner in crime John Marks,  had a great time together. Now I'm getting older, and my fingers don't move like they used to, so memories are important - whether for a reminder of what I shouldn't do or for a pleasant walk through the past. Thanks for letting me bend your ear for a bit. I needed to get this stuff off my chest. 

Until the next cerebral core dump!