Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
—-Henry David Thoreau
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ST. LOUIS, MO (KTVI) – Tim Ezell is a huge fan of Leslie Hall & the LY’s. They are in town to perform at Plush and stopped by the studio to play the Trapezoid, talk about their tour and perform.
Leslie and the LY’s at Plush
with special guests: Dean and the Delilahs and Boone County Comedy Troupe
3224 Locust Street
St. Louis MO 63103
Find out more: http://www.leslieandthelys.com/
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Thursday Ma cancelled our road trip plans to Gruene, Lockhart, and New Braunfels, (“It’s going to rain baby girl. We can just plan another time.”) Fast forward to Sunday…. No Rain, just overcast.
What to do? Well, since I have no money to decorate my place AND I’m an only child….I got crafty……and didn’t make it difficult.
Craft One: Rope and a bottle.
Now, all I need it some great flowers and I should be set!
Craft Two: Repair Bathroom Light Fixture
Inspiration: None…it came naturally. Plus this was looking a hot mess.
What an awesome year!
New place, new job…. growing personally, professionally, and emotionally.
I met MOST of my Mega To-Do List Goals….and as with all goals…. those not met, just keep on keepin’ on.
I came across this movie trailer casually, by surprise really. I now I have to see it, ASAP.
The film looks amazing and the soundtrack takes me back to Pennsylvania, gives me hope, and makes me happy.
Besides, everyone should see a Belgian movie about a guy obsessed with American Bluegrass.
I think about this every now and then.
Tom Wingo: [narrating] At the end of every day I drive through the city of Charleston and I cross the bridge that will take me home. I feel the words building inside me, I can’t stop them, or tell you why I say them, but as I reach the top of the bridge these words come to me in a whisper. I say these words as a prayer, as regret, as praise, I say: Lowenstein, Lowenstein.
Tom Wingo: [narrating] In New York I learned that I needed to love my mother and father in all their flawed, outrageous humanity, and in families there are no crimes beyond forgiveness. But it is the mystery of life that sustains me now. I look to the north, and I wish again that there were two lives apportioned to every man – and every woman.
I know I’m a day late, but I get lost regarding what to post sometimes. I was doing my regular Postsecret.com ritual and saw this. I knew I had to share.