Welcome to The Epic! I am launching this blog as a manifesto for and a guide to living well. The title and motto of the blog are taken from the Epicureans, at least some of whom believed in the notion that not one minute of the future was guaranteed to them and that as a result they had the duty to live life to its fullest every moment.
I believe in discovering fun and pleasurable things wherever I find myself each day and I am told I have a knack for unearthing them. My hope is that by sharing in my pleasures and some of my ways of finding them you will begin to collect all the riches that lie in the moments of your life. They are there. Take them! All our lives should be.....Epic.
National Tequila Day was celebrated two days ago in the U.S. I missed it due to a rather vigorous social calendar the past week. But I do not think that I could improve on my initial post about the day in any event. Somewhat oddly [at least to me] my post "Tequila Day" is far and away the most popular in the history of The Epic. I hope you enjoy it now if you have not read it before. Cheers!
Listening to Sirius and "I Cover The Waterfront" came on. I had heard it before. A long time ago. When stress wasn't running out of my gills on a regular basis. And it stopped me in my tracks. As always. The smoothest of the smooth. So I left what I was doing and started rummaging through my music collection [yes, some on vintage vinyl] because I knew I had a copy. But, to my surprise, I did not. Maybe I never owned the album and the music was in my head all the time. His sound is like that with men of a certain age. So I ordered the album immediately which due to the miraculous time we live in was on my Kindle in about four seconds. I decided to put away work things for the day and play the album while I had a martini and cooked dinner.
Somewhere in the middle of "Stardust", my son the Future Rock Star emerged from his room, 17 now, disdainful of most music, headed for the refrigerator. He too stopped in his tracks, milk carton in hand.
In my mid 50s, husband, father and itinerant storyteller. I am a putative jazz singer, poet and novelist, dedicated to mining every minute of life for the veins of pleasure they contain. My motto is "Dum Vivimus, Vivamus"..."While we Live--LET US LIVE".