After selling his first script, a young writer headed to New York from Ohio to meet the crew. Dressed up in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase, the meeting went well, he said everything just right, shook their hand and said good-bye.. He was so nervous, he missed the door, hit the wall and dropped his briefcase that popped his socks and underwear all across the floor. Mortified, he furiously gathered it all up, stumbled out the door wondering “How could I ever face these people again?”
The producer caught him in the hall, put his arm around him, and said, “Look, little friend,” pointing to his forehead, “all they care about is what is up here.”
The young writer was the famous, Rod Sterling, and the script was Twilight Zone.
When thoughts become things,
dreams are born.
To continue a treatment that is slowing the cancer, but destroying my mind?
Why is it that the best ideas seem to come after midnight,
particularly when you have to get up extra early the next morning?
Got myself a pretty new orange toothbrush.
Being the resourceful me, I decided the old one would be a good scrub brush for the grimey hard-to-get creases of the bathroom.
Yes, this is going exactly where you think its going.
Of all times for someone in my house to actually put something back “where it belongs.”
It wasn’t the orange toothbrush I used this morning.
I was in a parade this morning. I joined my Heritage Branch who have meant so much to me, and represented Welton Meyers who adopted me into the nation of Wyandot/Huron.
I’m surprised to find the smaller things have become what is important .