Roebuck...GOTH? Huh?

Explain later. I am taking on more and more of my late Dad's personality as I mature (read that, grow older.) Dad never met a stranger and he used to embarrass me introducing me to people he'd just met. His heart was in the right place. For some unknown reason, Dad was proud of me. My parents were never less than supportive of anything I was involved with.
Tonight, I met a delightful brunette (actually black-haired...even BETTER, but MARRIED, boo!) Her name is Erika and she told me there's a guy in the neighboring town of Cary (Concentrated Area of Relocated Yankees) who looked "just like me" but that my eyes are more intense.
I'm always interested in getting peoples' reactions to me.
I had been listening to a local band with friends. The band actually did some material I can relate too, such as Hendrix' treatment of Dylan's "All Along the Watchtower." Got some ideas of songs I'd like to have in our upcoming band.
Earlier tonight at a karaoke venue, an employee said people keep asking her if I own Locked & Loaded. My answer was a bit vague, in that I replied, "Well, I've certainly INVESTED in it!"
I said that only because of the lunches and dinners I've consumed there. They have a killer menu/ I have never not enjoyed a meal there.
As I was exiting, the bouncer was "keeping an eye" on two cute little blondes. (He must LOVE his job) One said, "You remind me of what I imagine Goliath, in the Bible must have looked like!"
Immediately I said, "I'm not sure I know how to take that, because I wind up getting my head cut off!" I did a little one-act play, scorning little David and saying, "You send this little pipsqueek to fight ME!?"
The little blonde said, "Well, at least you know your Bible!"
I said, "Yeah, I need to stick my nose back in it a little more than I have lately." It was a nice little exchange. So, by now, you may be saying, "So Roebuck, where does the 'Goth' reference come from?" David's opponent was known as Goliath of GOTH!

COUGH!

I am blessed indeed to work in a smoke-free environment. That's not something I take for granted. Mornings, however, when I wish to sleep in, I am often awakened by the sharing of someone else's stinking cigarette smoke. Our apartments are porous, to say the least. I try not to be a smoke nazi, but the more I mature (the older I get) the less my system can tolerate the concentration of poisonous gases that so many are so willing to inhale. Good ventilation is a blessing.
I have one friend who's training in law enforcement and is obviously getting into good shape physically, most likely careful about what he eats, but doesn't give a hoot about his lungs. He has a rasp in his voice that sounds like the beginnings of the ultimate emphysema. I hear this when he tries to hit certain notes. He SEEMS to think that it's just the "character" of his voice, but doesn't recognize, or ignores the warning that it truly is.
I've known people who have been pretty obnoxious in their disdain for tobacco odor and as I said, I am trying not to be like them.
I will not lobby for it, but I will surely be happy when all public inside dwellings will be smoke-free. Hey, I can smell the crap on a well-ventilated breezeway/porch. It stinks and last night, it was cutting off my wind pipe so that at ONE venue, it affected my singing.
I learned recently that while the late Eddie Rabbit, country singer and writer of Elvis' "Kentucky Rain," never really was a smoker, he died of lung cancer. Most likely, it was his exposure at venues where he tried to sing. It DOES take air to do it right.
So, for now, I am making changes and only doing karaoke at well-ventilated venues. Hey, I have to care for my lungs if no one else give a hoo doo!
This morning I woke up and coughed and black smoke exited my being as though I'd smoked a half a pack of the cancer sticks. Nope...time to make some changes.

...Where Credit is Due

In the spirit of the posting below, and since I have a history in this forum of doing more NEGATIVE criticism than positive, here goes.
I'd like to give some well-deserved praise to my doctor, David Spivey with Garner Family Practice, PA and the AFL-CIO's public enemy #1, WalMart!
There can be bureaucracy in prescription medicines, especially when one has no healthcare acoverage.
I won't go into details (you can wait until Google or someone puts my medical history online for that) but recently, both an associate of my primary care physician, and the pharmacy at WalMart worked, in my estimation above and beyond the call of duty to be of assistance to me. I simply wish to thank them from the bottom of my heart!

It's Been a While

Light a candle. You've heard the saying. It's a cliche' but cliche's happen because of a deep truth within them. This writer has bought into a school of thought, that, at least for me, had me hating the sin and grossly missing the mark on loving the sinner.
Don't get me wrong. There's plenty to gripe about and I've not turned into Palooka Positive by any means, but I'm trying to put into practice what God and some of His people have deposited into my heart.