As I type this, I'm re-winded to my first love: words. And, second: music. First-kisses aside, I fell in love with words in the sixth grade. And music -- from Guy Lombardo to Boy George to George Clinton to George Benton to, yes
, The Bee Gees -- have played various and sundry roles in generating words as I mused.
Frankly, I still believe, as I dwell in an ink well, I have printer's ink running thru my bloodstream,-- though admittedly that's a bit of hyperbole.
Who was it?, The Late President Jefferson, that opined something on the like of "I'd rather have a press without government, than have a government with the press."
So, I herewith penciled, er, feathered myself in as I called upon my guiding muse, Erato, as I read these writing:http://www.msn.com/en-us/lifestyle/smar ... spartandhp