The book cover and its contents

I walked by a mirror today and kind of did a double-take. I thought I had just seen Jerry Garcia. Then it dawned on me that he is dead so it couldn’t be him and since I was unaware of the presence of anyone else in my locked bathroom that it was probably me in the mirror. Who knew???

What could it all mean??? I am not Jerry Garcia, I am Tim Stombaugh. For a brief moment there , I thought I would start hearing trippy lyrics and them might even be coming out of my mouth!!! Thank God I wasn’t him because I like me most of the time. I do not want to be Jerry Garcia. I want to be me. What a stroke of luck…I am me!

It has been said that you can’t judge a book by its’ cover. The Israilies do it all of the time. It’s called profiling. That is how they avoid so much trouble in their country, by saying “that guy looks like trouble” and checking it out. Most of the time it works very well. Their circumstances are have more dire consequences than most profiling however. It is one matter to think that an individual may represent a threat to you and yours based on that persons appearance, it is another matter entirely to act on it in any type of an aggressive fashion. Thank God again for that because if I don’t look like Jerry Garcia to one person I look like a full patch biker gang dude to another. Most of the time I don’t mind looking like the wrong guy to mess with but sometimes I can read peoples’ minds and I have to go out of my way to make sure that they know that I’m not going to try to hurt them so I can enjoy watching them suffer. Odds are that if I do touch them, I’ll be giving them a back rub.

I know that I look like something that I am not. I look like a cave man. A somewhat wild caveman. O.K a really wild cave man. The fact of the matter is that I would give the saber-tooth tiger shirt off of my back to anyone that I felt needed and or deserved it.

With all the shit going on now, perhaps we could all cut each other a little slack.

I don’t think for a minute that I can make any kind of sweeping changes that will net me a Nobel peace prize. But I bet I can make your world a little better if our paths cross- especially if I take the time to look beyond your cover.

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