Day: May 10, 2017

Thunder on the Mountain


Sometimes it’s better to borrow a few lyrics. Especially after yesterdays debacle in Washington D.C. I’m not political. I rarely show discuss that on Storyteller. This is a place for art. But, I have to tell you, I’m tired of it. And it’s only been a hundred and something days. I’m ashamed that my countrymen elected somebody who is so corrupt, so inept and so vicious that he’s brought us to the brink of a serious constitutional crisis. He’s managed to lower my country’s status in the rest of the world. And, he’s lining his pockets as I write. You know who I’m talking about. Yet. I never wrote his name. From Mr. Dylan… “Thunder on the mountain, fires on the moon. There’s a ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon. Today’s the day, gonna grab my trombone and blow. Well, there’s hot stuff here and it’s everywhere I go. Feel like my soul is beginning to expand. Look into my heart and you will sort of understand. You brought me here, …