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  • I Is Flawed. You Is Flawed. We Is All Flawed.


    Since Lance Armstrong had to look up the definition of “cheat” to figure out if what he did throughout a storied cycling career was wrong, I decided to look up “flawed” in my trusty Oxford American Thesaurus that I use for help in my writing.  His explanation of sorts for his inexplicable ruination of the lives of his friends and fellow cyclists and their families in addition to the hopes and dreams of fans all over the world who rallied around his comeback kid cycling career for over a decade– was that he was “flawed.”

    Flaw noun 1 a flaw in his character.  fault, defect, imperfection, blemish, failing, foible, shortcoming, weakness, weak spot

    Aha.  I recognize myself and many of my friends and family in this definition.  Indeed. I fear I am eat up with flawed and find that Medicare age doesn’t necessarily correct the faults and weaknesses of my earlier years.  A good example I can point to is my sweet tooth.  Is it possible to have more than one?  If it’s possible, I think I’ve always had more than one sweet tooth.  I rarely meet a dessert I don’t like and even as I write this I wish I had one of Dick Hubbard’s delicious pineapple cupcakes and why stop at one?    If I weighed within the acceptable guidelines for a five feet two-inch sixty-six-year-old woman, my cravings for sugar wouldn’t be a flaw but alas, I need to be the height of the beanstalk Jack climbed to have a body mass index of less than thirty-two.  I have several less obvious foibles, but I guarantee you they are visible to my girl Teresa who will agree that I is flawed on many levels.

    Much of the chatter on ESPN today following Mr. Armstrong’s Oprah Outing last night has focused on the word legacy.   What will be Lance Armstrong’s legacy in light of his doping and his lyin’ and cheatin’ heart?  Really, it’s perfect material for a country western song.  Oh gosh, it’s already been written.  Your cheatin’ heart will tell on you.  Ain’t that right, Hank?  Ain’t that right, Bill?

    Legacy noun 2…inheritance, heritage, tradition, hand-me-down, residue.

    We will hear the  word legacy more and more as President Barak Obama takes the oath of office Monday for his second and final inauguration.  The political pundits are already sniffing around in that general area as the inaugural festivities will be front and center fodder for the media this weekend and for weeks to come.  The traditions and heritage the President leaves in four years will define his presidency as surely as Lance Armstrong’s confession to Oprah last night defined his.   The residue from that interview isn’t pretty and to borrow from the words of Abraham Lincoln at Gettysburg: “…the world will little note nor long remember what we said here, but it will never forget what we did here.”

    Legacy smegacy Lance.  I’m afraid your legacy is lunacy.

    Lunacy noun 2…madness, insanity, foolishness, folly, foolhardiness, stupidity, idiocy, irrationality, illogicality, senselessness, absurdity, absurdness, silliness, inanity, ludicrousness…

    You get the picture.  And  if the cycling shoe fits?

  • Wanted: New Scout (s)?


    Mea culpa, mea culpa for my neglect of this site in recent weeks.   I have no excuses.  I appear to be caught  in the Land of New Book Promotion with no GPS for successful navigation and I believe I need a new scout like Robert Horton was for the 1950s TV show Wagon Train.  He always kept Ward Bond and the train on the right trail with no frivolous detours and, other than a few attacks by marauders here and there, the train inched its way slowly week by week toward the Promised Land.  Yes, that’s exactly the kind of leadership I need.  A new scout.  Maybe I need two new scouts…or even three…or possibly this trip requires an entire Cyberspace Posse of Scouts!

    Raise your right hand and repeat after me, “I do solemnly swear to put on my thinking cap for two minutes and send one good idea to promote I’ll Call It Like I See It to Ward Bond a/k/a the writer sheila morris so help me  Robert Horton.”

    Just to get you started, here are a few of the watering holes I’m currently searching for:  book clubs, independent book stores, meetups, house parties, literary roundtables, book festivals, Oprah.   I thought Oprah had real potential but then she got caught up in this whole Lance Armstrong thing.  Seriously Oprah.   What’s more important?  Lance Armstrong and his lifetime of lies or I’ll Call it Like I See It with its treasures of truth?  I think you know.

    I promise to write more as soon as we make camp for the night…Wagons – Ho!!