If I Had It In My Power, I Would Arrange For Every Girl To Have Your Charm

Then every minute, every hour...every boy would find what I found in your arms.

What a line. The world is not the same without Dean Martin. I meet him once. I was eight years old. I was standing outside the Disneyland Hotel pouting over some discipline my parents had throw at me. He came struting out of the hotel with a small entourage oozing charm like a thin layer of oil on the water. He looked at me and gave me the old "why so glum chum?" I mumbled out "I was bad." He tossled my hair and as he climbed into his limo he said "someone grab that kid a martini."

Doesn't get better than that.

I found something today. Well, it found me. It's been like trying to find your keys for six months. Somewhere deep inside you know where there are, but still, you end up flipping every coach cushion, and opening every drawer to no avail.

This was more than a set of keys though. Hard to explain, but it was more like finding my shadow, or welcoming back my soul. No matter how happy I have been, it has not felt complete. The soul is like the ying to your yang. Souls wouldn't wear suits and ties, they'd wear blue jeans and sit cross-legged on the floor with a glass of wine. They give us balance. And if the soul is missing, hurt, or wandering, it can leave us lost.

Someone once asked Ray Charles what soul was. He said " What is soul? It's like electricity-we don't really know what it is, but it's a force that can light a room."

So I have found some balance, and hopefully, hopefully, it will stay around for a long time. For those of you I took it out on, well, you probably had it coming so we'll just leave it at that.