Friday, September 18, 2015


It is the day of my nativity.

On September 18, 1957 at about 3 AM a star appeared in the east, my mother was in Mercy hospital in Des Moines, Iowa completely sedated, and I was pulled from her womb the hard way, screaming bloody murder and demanding to know why I had been disturbed.

The doctor said, "we thought you were a tumor. How long have you been in there?

Baby Ghog said, "9 months plus two and a half weeks. I think I should be done now."

Daddy Ghog said, "If it's not tumor, I'm going back to work while you figure out what to do with that thing"

And things went down hill from there. I know what you're thinking. How could I possibly remember that right? I'm sure it went down something like that. There is nothing wrong with exaggeration for illustration purposes. Ask any preacher.

Anyhow...I am 50 flippin 8 years old. Unbelievable. I never thought I'd make it past 30. It's been a long, strange trip as I have said before. I have been so many things since that fateful day that God let me take the air for the first time. for instance, if you look at me now, you would never believe I had ever been a baby. Or a farm hand. Or a window washer. Or a Pharisee. Or a pothead. Or a nursing home orderly (that one is believable). Or a convenience store clerk. Or a gas station attendant. Or a census taker. Or a parking lot attendant. Or a truck driver. Or even an air freight forwarder....but I have been all those things.

On top of all that, I think God has finally managed to save my soul. Who would have thought that was going to happen?

And you know what else?

I have never been unemployed. I pay my taxes. My credit rating is over 800. I own property in two counties.

How can anyone say I am a failure?

Yet there are those that expected more. I am sorry, but I am quite happy with the way things turned out. It was a bit touch and go there for awhile when I was 24, but not anymore. I am outstanding in my field.
So Happy Birthday Ghog!
Should be an interesting year. Do you think I'm too old for a career change? Should I grow a pony tail or maybe get a tattoo? There are so many possibilities and so little time. I better get to work!

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