Stepp'n out... of my comfort zone

I have wanted to write for a long time.
Aah... to be a writer.
I have a million ideas but very poor memory. Poof.

Then along came this blogging thing.  Aah... technology.

For now, I will stick to first hand experience stuff
wrapped up in my personal point of view.

I’ll extol my life adventures
with the many thousands of colorful words
that the English language has to offer
and then I’ll throw in a few "action words"
just to get you excited.

I too, will become a great writer.
Look out Mr. Hemingway!

After some time and some more writing,
I have found that their is thin line the size of the Grand Canyon
long, deep and very wide
between having the idea and writing it down with some semblance of interest.

from a long line of Burrs

My father liked to say, when he could get my brothers and I to listen, that the we came from a long line of Burrs.

Our family crossed the Atlantic from England on a ship called the “John and Mary" in 1630.  Both his ancestors and the ones from my mothers side were unknowingly on the same ship.  My father and mother met thirteen generations later on a ski slope near Buffalo, New York.

He would say that our family was two-fifths English, two-fifths Irish and then pause with a smile and exclaim… and a fifth of SCOTCH!
It took adding two and two together, then actually drinking that fifth, to see his humor.

I suffer from GPDD

Yes, GPDD.  I have been diagnosed... and with several second opinions.

It can be very serious and in my case it is.  The symptoms show up daily.
"Geo Positional Dissatisfaction Disorder"

This is not the old... "Where ever you go, there you are".

No, this is where ever you are, you wish you were somewhere else and you wish you were doing something different.
 If I'm sweeping leaves off the roof or the sidewalk, working at the office, even while I'm talking to people (not my wife, my kids or any one I know that might be reading this), my mind is off traveling to some exotic destination, like walking on a beach, hiking in the mountains, thinking of imagery to create a new photograph.

This is not so unusual.  It's called daydreaming.

Where this disorder creeps into my life is when I'm actually on vacation, or I'm actually walking on the beach or hiking in the mountains... my mind is chunking about all the things I have to do back at the office.  Oh... and all those leaves I need to sweep.  I need a vacation to free-up my mind.

The doctor says, there is no treatment for GPDD.  HiHo

If I were king!

There was a time in the early 70's some of my closest friends called me "The Burger King".

Certainly not for any regal qualities that I possessed, but for my love of hamburgers.

I worked for Jim Miller Studios in Hollywood.

He photographed those HUGE burgers on the billboards all over town.

After each photo shoot I would take home a case of patties, a case of buns, cheese, pickles, relish, onions, and all the secret sauce.

I would always grill burgers when I could get anyone to come for a meal.

I WAS the burger king.

For years since, much to the chagrin of my family, I would exclaim

"Things will be different, when I am king!"

If I really had the royal authority to rule over others lives... look out!

I decree, NO boom-boxes and no RAP music for that matter.

Car alarms would be outlawed across the land.

Noisy car and loud motorcycle owners, DEAD!

Their mothers and their mechanics... DEAD!

You get the picture.

Well I am only KING in my own little world...

and there is enough trouble involved with that.