The Air In Me Means Spring is busting out All Over

The Air in Me Means Spring is busting out All Over

I’m happy to say that it looks like I’m really going to be jumping in June.

See if you can stay up with me;

June 2, 16 and 30, 

I’ll be producing the noon news show on KBOO-FM 90.7  

June 4, 9, 18 and 25,

I’ll be bringing the noon news to Wild Planet Radio.                        

In addition to my news duty on Wild Planet Radio, I am developing a news/magazine show titled, "Spinning Around Portland on Wild Planet Radio. 

My guest on June 9 will be Eldot and we’ll be talking about his five volume series of books, Barr’s Meadow, the story centers around a young boy coming of age while coming face to face with his sexuality, and this takes place in his first summer at scout camp. 

In addition, during June, I’ll be getting together with Emily Newberry and we’ll read from our books. Additionally we’ll spend time talking about how we evolve as writers within the LGBT community. Emily is a poet, writer, and a Transgender activist.  

June 14 and 15 is Portland Pride maybe I’ll see you at the parade on Sunday … if you see me be sure to say “Hi”

Now here’s the really big news!   

June 17,

I’ll be reading and presenting my book at the Hillsdale Branch Library, located at 1525 SW Sunset Blvd. Time for the reading will be 6:45 pm.

June 22,

I’ll be at the Belmont Branch Library, 1038 SE Cesar E Chavez Blvd. time is at 1 pm.

June is busting out all over … I hope to see you at one of these locations.

In closing, here is a piece that is included in my book, I think you’ll like it. It is titled

Invisible

“Do you see me?” the old man asked, “Yes” I said. The old man sipped from his coffee cup, wanting to savor the last taste of dark roast before facing the rain storm.

He spoke loudly since he was at the other end of the counter…well just two stools away.

“I had a good job, drove a limousine…a shiny new Lincoln every year for forty one years.” Still working each drop of coffee as if it was gold, he looked up, smiled through his wrinkled face and said, “I paid taxes, always paid my bills, even paid alimony, never late…but you know what?, now people walk past me as if I don’t exist.”

I motioned to the waitress for more coffee…then I noticed she had to walk past the old man to get to me; she acted as if he was not even there. I asked if she would fill his cup one more time, she glanced to her left and said, “Oh, him, I forgot he was even here?”

Just before we left, the old man said, “You see, when you reach a certain age, you slowly begin drifting out of sight…no matter what value you provided in your youth, it doesn’t count for much…you just wait, one day, just like me, you’ll become invisible.”

The old man stood, now bent from arthritis, bundled himself for the waiting rain, but just before he opened the door to leave, he said to the waitress, “see you tomorrow” Without looking up she waved him off by saying, “Bye dad, see you later.”

I was once a man

Seen, heard, valued, respected

But now I am a ghost.

As Always, thanks for reading my blog.

Dan