I would write in my diary when I wanted to talk about a boy but the next sleepover was still a week away, kids then not being allowed to talk on the phone for hours as I imagine they are today, or when I was mad at my parents. Otherwise, the thing would sit untouched until I received a new one, committed to fill the old one before starting the new, an initiative that would last maybe a week and resulted in a lot of quarter-filled diaries. The last was completed when I first got my hands on Internet, WebCrawlered those Nirvana lyrics that had always eluded me, and hurriedly jotted them in my journal before my history teacher discovered I wasn’t researching history.
You can't roller skate in a buffalo herd, but you can be happy if you've a mind to. – Roger Miller, no relation.
Who adds mariachi horns to a country-western song? This guy does. Rest in peace, Cowboy Jack.
Too many sad songs? Fuck it, I’ll admit I’m listening to “Good Year for the Roses” right now. The sad stuff’s just too good.
“I was kind of shy as a lad, and a lot of things that made me laugh I found did not make other people laugh. I guess what I always found funny was the human condition. There is a certain comedy and pathos to trouble and accidents.”
Drive out on I-40 between Nashville and Memphis, just northwest of Hurricane Mills, take exit 126 and drive north on US Highway 641 for around fifteen miles. Cross Highway 391/1, and you’ll see a McDonald’s on the right. Just before you reach it, turn left onto Mt. Carmel Road. It’s not visibly marked – don’t miss it. Drive a little over two-point-five miles, and the memorial will be on your right.
Nikki Miller-Rose 