Life is Good

     I worked on my novel today, more about Nicolas, but I am not posting any more of American Boys, not now.  I will only tell you what is happening from time to time.
     Lizzy, the mom, took Nicolas to the specialist at the university in New Hampshire.  I think it is unreal in a way that this doctor is advising her to move, because Nicolas has no friends out in the country.  I should not be critiquing my own writing.
     I am all excited about the love triangle I'm planning for Lizzy, how she will handle it.  I think it will be a no brainer when Charlie picks up through the radar that she is seeing Jim from the bar where she works, because she never really liked Charlie anyway, although there was nothing wrong with him.  I think if she had really liked him, there might be some confusion and conflict.
I wish life were really so simple.
      I think it is funny that I am planning the lives and futures of these people who do not really exist.  I guess that is what fiction is, although there is their existence in a more universal way.
     Someone asked me yesterday how this would end.  Hopefully, happy, but not without some pathos.  We all have our own pathos of one kind of or another.  At least that is what my friend Dave at the Commission for the Blind said one night at Max on Main, a jazz club we used to attend for open mike, my friends and I from the Commission.
We lived in the dorm there and were driven back and forth on weekends.  Living communally and being mostly around the same age some of us bonded while there.  Dave was referring to us, the clients.  
     I used to sing on Wednesdays at Max on Main, sometimes just me and guitar, sometimes with the band.  One night my son David came down with his father, played with the band awesomely and his father played harmonica.  David plays guitar and sings.
      We also used to dance at Max on Main.  I almost fell down a stairwell I did not see dancing with one of the guys from the Commission, until the owner put something in front of it.  
     They specialized in soul food, fried chicken, collard greens, the best corn bread in the world, and the most incredible peach cobbler you ever tasted and sweet tea of course.  They were also a bar, but I was not drinking.  Dave was my non-drinking buddy who drank coffee.
     Well if you are not from the south, you really aught to explore it.  The south is really very charming.  I have always lived in the south, except before the age of four when I lived in Woodstock, New York.  I was never a hippy.  I was only four.  Actually I was a hippy in like seventh and eighth grade back in the early '70's.
     Well, such is life.  Life is good, I guess.