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.
As I have mentioned before, 2014 was a tough year for everyone in my family. Including my son, The Future Rock Star. He has been in a really great spot of late, not the dour clouds of months past. Yesterday I was outside in our Southern version of cold weather, sipping a Scotch and just taking in the night sky. When I heard a sound. Then another. From the direction of the window to the FRS's room. Whistling. A random tune but a very happy one. So I took my Scotch and sat down in the flower bed beneath the window. Leaned back against the bricks. Closed my eyes. And listened.
Man, do I love cashmere socks. I have been in a "spoil me" mood of late, and when there was a sale of these beauties on the wonderful gilt.com web site, I went in heavy. I wore a lavender pair today with my dark gray suit and they looked great. They felt even better. Nine bucks a pair. Pea soup fog outside? Freezing rain? Tough day at the office? Not a problem. These are like single malt Scotch for your feet. It's a wonderful life, baby.
"Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by somebody I do not know."
I would add cheese. Absolutely. Then this is the perfect plan for the new year. I have to admit, 2014 was brutal for my family and I was rather glad to see New Year's Eve come and go. But Keats' prescription should do wonders to set a proper course in 2015.
In my early 60s, widower, 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".