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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Rock Star Syndrome

This is how my train of thought goes.
In my
Post
from a couple of days ago,
I talked about my
"Glory Days"
with some of my
Band Mates
from years gone by.
How I was invited by
The Professor
from
Bowie State University in Maryland,
to participate in an impromptu jam session
but was unable to go.
This got me to thinking about how it felt to be on stage in front of any size crowd.
The
Rock Star Syndrome.
That got me to thinking about a time in my life where I felt like a
Rock Star
for the very last time.
During the 1990's I owned season tickets to the
football team.
On one occasion I took my wife to a game.
Before the game started,
The Marine Corps
 from
were outside the stadium demonstrating equipment
and showing off some of the larger vehicles of war.
Just inside the entrance to the stadium,
in the common area,
there stood a
Tank.
It was guarded by
five or six
Marines.
Luckily for me,
they recognized me from working on
Camp Pendleton.
They started yelling,
"Hey, there's Jim. Hi Jim!"
They waved
and yelled
and I waved back.
All around the area people were staring at me wondering who I was.
Was I a celebrity,
a person of prominence,
or maybe a
Rock Star?
It was crowded too!
People stared at me
and talked about me all the while I was walking to my seat.
It was the last time that I felt like a
Rock Star!
Thank you
Marines.

This is,
I Wouldn't Tell You This Story If It Wasn't True,
Jim Hauenstein,

And,

"Having rock-star problems may be the closest I ever get to being an actual rock star." - Cassandra Clare, -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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