The Divine Mister D's Semi-Naked Truth

Secrets of Being Divine

Don't take yourself so seriously.
That doesn't mean you can't be serious
Just don't wallow in your own imperial shit.
Have fun, be carefree, and try to let things roll of your back...
Afterall, nothing anyone thinks about you is going to end your world....
You're in charge of your own emotions

But sometimes even what I say is a crock of shit...:-)

I Believe....Friendship...What About You?

I believe-
that we don't have to change friends
if we understand that friends change.

I believe-
that no matter how good a friend is,
they're going to hurt you every once in a while
and you must forgive them for that.

I believe-
that true friendship continues to grow,
even over the longest distance.
Same goes for true love.

I believe-
that you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for life.

I believe-
that it's taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.

I believe-
that you should always leave loved ones
with loving words. It may be the last time
you see them.

I believe-
that you can keep going
long after you can't.

I believe-
that we are responsible for what we do,
no matter how we feel.

I believe-
that either you control your attitude
or it controls you.

I believe-
that regardless of how hot and steamy
a relationship is at first, the passion fades
and there had better be something else to take
its place.

I believe-
that heroes are the people
who do what has to be done
when it needs to be done,
regardless of the consequences.

I believe-
that money is a lousy way of keeping score

I believe-
that my best friend and I can do
anything or nothing and have the best time.

I believe-
that sometimes the people you expect
to kick you when you're down,
will be the ones to help you get back up.

I believe-
that sometimes when I'm angry
I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn't give me
the right to be cruel.

I believe-
that just because someone doesn't love you
the way you want them to doesn't mean
they don't love you with all they have.

I believe-
that maturity has more to do with
what types of experiences you've had
and what you've learned from them
and less to do with how many
birthdays you've celebrated.

I believe-
that it isn't always enough to be
forgiven by others. Sometimes you
have to learn to forgive yourself.

I believe-
that no matter how bad your heart is broken
the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I believe-
that our background and circumstances
may have influenced who we are,
but we are responsible for who we become.

I believe-
that just because two people argue,
it doesn't mean they don't love each other
And just because they don't argue,
it doesn't mean they do.

I believe-
that you shouldn't be so eager to find
out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I believe-
that two people can look at the exact
same thing and see something totally different.

I believe-
that your life can be changed in a matter of hours
by people who don't even know you.

I believe-
that even when you think you have no more to give,
when a friend cries out to you
you will find the strength to help.

I believe-
that credentials on the wall
do not make you a decent human being.

I believe-
that the people you care about most in life
are taken from you too soon.

Author Unknown

The Maggie's Garden Invite with Bette Midler and Bill Clinton

Where I Come From....

This article about my hometown, Lucedale, Mississippi appeared in the The Clarion Ledger last week. For those not familiar with Mississippi, as I 'm sure many of you are not...the Clarion Ledger is the newspaper out of Jackson, Mississippi. Anyway, here is the article below:

The real Southern town exists in memories and in Mississippi

Perfect small town of the mind could be Lucedale

LITTLE ROCK, Ark. - The American small town, as anyone who grew up in one will attest, has some definite and palpable characteristics immediately recognizable to the cognoscenti. Like neon lights. And a single main street, preferably called Main Street. And a multitude of small shops, and a sense of an immense amount of local lore waiting just beneath the simplest surface. The town should not only be small but, more important, seem so.Was it an ancient Greek who theorized that democratic government was possible only in a city-state small enough for each citizen to recognize every other? The population therefore shouldn't be more than 5,000 or so, or at least it shouldn't feel like more than 5,000. Every storefront on Main Street should be occupied, and there must be a water tower on which the name of the town is proudly emblazoned in three-foot-high letters.

And every small town needs a keystone, a social institution that holds the rest of the place together. Not a city hall or a county courthouse, although those will do in a pinch, but a fire station or, even better, a coffee shop where the sun pours in through generous windows on bright mornings.You know, a place Where the Elite Meet to Eat, crowded at mealtimes but permeated with bright Edward Hopper loneliness in the middle of a Sunday afternoon.
Ideally, the windows of the cafe would give a full view of Main Street to anybody in the place. This perfect small town of the mind would have a small park across the street where a great live oak towers above a few inviting benches.

Can such a place still exist?
George Orwell once wrote a recommendation for an idyllic English pub - spacious, quiet but convivial, where the children could wander in and out, or play in the adjoining garden while their parents socialized over a pint. Beer and ale would be served in china mugs - never icy cold, inhuman glasses. But at the end of his description, the author had to admit that no such pub still existed in his time.

I once found the perfect small town of the mind, complete with the ideal coffee shop. The water tower you saw from the booths in the coffee shop was plainly marked LUCEDALE. It's on Highway 98 between Hattiesburg and Mobile in deepest Mississippi.

This coffee shop, restaurant, social center, and three-dimensional painting was called The Coffee Pot. The cafe was advertised by a neon replica of a coffee pot eternally pouring. Each of the seven big plate-glass windows fronted directly on Main Street, so patrons can see and be seen. Each window had some lattice work at the top from which was suspended a large wooden replica of a coffee pot. The ceiling fans inside turned as inexorably as time.

The menu was heavy on grits and chicken. But sophistication had made inroads. The special of the day was quiche Lorraine. Or as the menu obligingly listed it, "Quiche Lorraine (Keesh)."

It was the kind of place two local matrons could leave arm in arm after Sunday dinner while their husbands bring up the rear. One almost expected the coffee cups to bear the once mandatory green stripe around the rim, and the suits advertised across the street to come with two pairs of pants.From the booth, you could see Fail's Burial Insurance across the street - affording the visitor both a piquant name and a memento mori. Time might have passed Lucedale by, but I couldn't. Not after I saw the neon coffee pot in the air like a vision. This is the way small towns are supposed to look, and still do in the storybooks. There was even an unlikely landmark: a scratching post, which is a kind of street sign with notches for scratching your back.Small towns, like spinach and Scotch, may be an acquired taste. Whether you like them may depend on where you've grown up. When the Russian poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko visited this country, he was asked which part of America he liked best, and he immediately replied: Alaska. Turns out he was from Siberia. We all think the world should be like the world of our childhood.

For people who carry small Southern towns around in their minds and memories, Lucedale, Miss., is not to be missed. Even if the Coffee Pot, like George Orwell's perfect English pub, went out of business years ago. I can't think of a sadder comment on what we laughingly call progress.

Paul Greenberg is editorial page editor at the Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. Write him at Capitol Ave. and Scott, Little Rock AR 72201.