I’ve dreamed of being in London when it snows. Its my lucky day!
The British Museum
Mummies and The Rosetta Stone
Thank you
Thanksgiving is coming up. Today I spent some time in quiet contemplation. Er, um, not really, I contemplated while listening to some amazing and powerful female vocalists. I took account of my 45 completed trips around the sun and surveyed this place where I've eneded up. And I'm truly, very, very, lucky. There's too much to list. But there's something to be said about having gone through some really challenging lows and ending up on the side of gratefulness. This is why I feel I'm lucky. To all of you/we out there who are suffering, who are in pain. I pray that it is shortlived. I wish nothing but love for us all. For my kids, the mother of my kids, my family and friends. Without you...shit, without you...well, I couldn't even imagine. love greg
Morrissey
I managed to shake Mr. Steven Patrick Morrissey’s hand tonight at his Portland show at the Schnitz. The first time was at the Roseland just 7 days shy of 10 years ago, today. What an amazing night! The man sounded strong and beautiful as ever.
I couldn’t have asked for a better concert mate than my Aunt Whitney whom I left abandoned 10 rows behind so I could chase this opportunity. Thank you Whitney. I love you.
She graciously captured some shots of my experience.
I’m right in front of Boz
Jumping for joy.
Shaking Morrissey’s Hand
This very smug new mug of mine.
Morning coffee and a ridiculous selfie makes for a great start to the day.