Rambo Has A Name – Mike Ramsey

Woke up this morning to see a whole bunch of comments by new, first time blog readers from all over. (Clarence “Doc” Stillman, Claire’s Theorem remains unchallenged given that – as established by the time stamps – there were never more than 5 readers reading the blog at any given moment!)

The first new addition was from the man himself – Mike Ramsey – who turns out to be the motorcycle giant, Rambo, I met at Einstein Bagels,

who, it is a confirmed bonafide medical and mystical miracle. The others were from his blood and bike sisters and brothers, who confirmed that the man I met was the man they know well and love dearly.

It was heartwarming to see so much love for the man. And how he has touched so many people in such an authentic way. And I consider myself equally blessed to have that brief encounter and to have gotten to shake his hand.

Mike, keep rocking the leathers and sharing your positive energy with the world. As they say, the Lord works in mysterious ways. May God continue to bless you and all of the other “Indians” riding the beautiful roads of our magical country.

Now all I need is a movie deal for The Claire Saga, and I can get me a new steel horse to ride on. I still maintain that license.

Towards that end, yesterday Lisa and I continued our Labor Day bargain hunting by investing in a steal of a 75″ flat screen from Walmarts.

Speaking of miracles, we were able to get it in the back of my Toyota (yes, the one from the books). I pretty much had to move the front seats so far forward I was able to steer with my belly button. But we got it (and us) home safe and sound, where it will sit in its packaging until Luke and Georgie move – and hopefully take our extremely nice, main floor, 70″ television with them to their new home. Go big or go home.

Then in order to avoid going stir crazy back in our crowded home, Lisa and I tried to walk around this huge lake in Loveland, that we had been eyeing since we moved here, only to find that the lake itself looks like its level has dropped 50 feet and that the path does not actually encircle it. Still, it was a nice walk, with lots of cool aquatic birds to be seen during its abbreviated duration. It was fun to just be Lisa and Tommy for a while, without the obligations as professionals or of family. We used to do a lot of walking together when we first met, back before we knew what life was holding in store for us.

Then Lisa wanted to go to Boulder – this very cool restaurant on Pearl Street – to get something to eat. Lisa went and found a booth while I stood on two separate long lines placing orders. The time was not wasted as I managed to engage in a great conversation with an absolutely beautiful young woman standing on one of the lines before me whose first name was Jacqueline (French “que” spelling) and last familial (and abbreviated) Czech Republic derived name now begins with a “J” and even after 10 comical attempts to repeat it I cannot possibly do so (and forget about spelling it here). Her braces took nothing away from her aesthetics, but it was her engaging personality that stole the show.

Anyway, I convinced her – I still retain the basis for Jimmy Moran’s Blarney – to read my books and we snapped a selfie together so she could remember my name – it’s on my hat –

when she next went book shopping. I am a devout follower of the Tao of Bill Murray and believe that you should engage in as many selfies with random strangers as possible. Jacqueline – if you ever read this, send me the selfie and I’ll post it, if only to prove you are not a figment of my very active, Walter Mittyesque, imagination.

Anyway, once we returned to Casa Claire I took all five books with me to the new barn and spent the next two hours going through them and identifying selections to read from during my late September book readings here and in New York. You see, I have begged people to send me requests but so far – with one enjoyable exception – thank you ND Renee Clarke (who is the basis for the character in WTLLM) – I’ve gotten crickets, which leads me to believe that people may be buying my books, but not actually reading them. Oh well, you have to take the bitter with the sweet. They make great door stoppers.

Well, I finished my selections – which is a really painful process as I hate to read my own work. Given my channeling writing process, I don’t really remember what is on the pages, so it is really hard for me to locate little snippets of the stories that I do remember. Even with my highly developed ability to scan speed read, it took me forever.

I should have just asked the elves to do it for me.

Anyway, I left the stack of books in Claire’s (and Honey’s) new barn where they will remain soaking up magical mojo for another few weeks. Energy is everything.

Well, the new dawn approaches, and thank God it herald’s Tuesday.

You fine, five readers shake off the summer cobwebs and hold it together for another three days (Friday never counts) while we keep this economy moving in whatever way we can.

I’m going to go out and cuddle some kitties and make my rounds.

Then work on a brilliant – self fulfilling prophecy – legal motion.

But, no matter what each of us get up to, let us all make today a great one.