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Mild mid-January day,
Wrapping paper;
Dressed in Tweed birthday.
To shop for a treat;
Two new neighbors to meet,
Nearby a new watering hole to celebrate;
This one is a milestone!
 
Early evening now on the way.
A familiar route,
Around the corner from where I stay.
I cruise the usual way under the limit
When I spy small SUV begin to encroach,
From triangular gas station on my right.
I beeped as he entered the road;
It kept coming unbelievably fast!
Oh shit, oncoming headlights,
I tried to swerve to avoid it,
Then an explosive mid-ship crash!
Popping leather buttons on tweed jacket!
Like two laser robot eyes, they penetrate metal.
 
I couldn’t dodge it,
Now smoke, airbags and broken glass,
Windshield cracks like spider web.
More fumes permeate me locked road suicide lane;
Oh My God! Then silence…will I die tonight?
Would flames be next?  I pondered.
My sedan sad and totally demolished;
As was my left pollex wrenched trying to avoid him.
 
Days later neck pain more;
Back out of wack.
Weeks later, finding the gold side-view mirror,
In a pile of debris from my machine at roadside,
On the tri-point station property.
Months later I can still see
His oncoming headlights in my sleep,
And hear his bogus apology.
 
He claims it was me he could not see.
How about glasses and a pillow,
Little mister “failed to yield right-of-way”?
That is what his police summons say.
Now with insurance, doctors and lawyers,
Awaiting his financial reparation day.

My favorite, loving girlfriend from 2010 - 2014 nicknamed me "Cheetah".  I loved it ever since then, even allergic to felines you may have around the house.
I was on my way to meet neighbors to celebrate my birthday milestone when...an errant, careless driver disobeyed my right of way and horn warning to powerfully plow into my car, totaling it. 
I lost a college friend back in 1974 to a traffic accident on his prom night - he was able to get out of the wreck to ask if others were okay...only to collapse and die.  It could have been me this time.
​ The group Machine had a big disco hit on RCA Records that applies: "There, But For The Grace Of God, There Go I".

Candid pictures are the best pictures, to a person like me, who likes to take pictures.  I have the photographer "eye" , so I have been told often and the invention of digital photography and these Canon cameras that both Nina and I had in London, UK changed the game and augmented our snaps stash. Inna took the snap of me to the left as we were sightseeing in London aboard the "Big Bus" tour.
This particular "Turkey Day" I have many new "thanks" for the giving. 
As I relax in this secret room's easy-chair with pen and pad-of-paper (tablet) in hand I can enumerate TEN things I am thankful for this very unique conjunction, "Thanksgivukkah"! http://www.ibtimes.com/thanksgivukkah-2013-3-facts-you-need-know-about-thanksgiving-hanukkah-hybrid-holiday-1484988
A few I want to recognize are, the "Pope", St. Frances for without her saintly spirit and kind presence, nothing would be possible. Also, I achieved one year at my new job in a new industry ("I.D.S."); I visited my old southern home, Nashville, TN, saw my dentist and ophthalmologist (taking care of health business), missing "Hootyville" and many friends I made there who I got to re-connect with; I was able to so-far dodge a jealous, mean-spirited control-freak , fifteen year my junior sibling's negativity. (see my wordpress.com blog). I bought and sold many necessary items on www.craigslist.org that helped mum's house and me, personally; Sold many copies of my memoir book; achieved new humility and spiritual success.
 And finally for now, this one is MAJOR: I rendezvoused with my fiancee`, Inna in London, UK (see pic on our landing page) with kudos to Virgin Atlantic on the round trip majestic flight and to the magical and historic city of London for hosting us with hospitality only befitting royalty. We pray that you and yours have equally satisfying "Thanksgivings" to baste your turkey feast with and that the rest of 2013 plays out peacefully for you! Cheers!

                                   I am a veteran Romantic Warrior. I “fight” because I believe that there is that one soul-mate who is “out there” for each one of us, and it is my mission to blaze the path so that you will be able to find yours by following me – if you need to.  Not everybody does.  No matter where the latest front-line is; from Fayetteville, NC to Worcester, Massachusetts, Atlantic City, Nashville, Tennessee, New York City, Minsk, Belarus or Zaporozhe, Ukraine.  I seek to conquer the naysayers, non-believers, unforgiving and drama purveyors into silence while they re-train their habits by dint of the example of persistence that I set. I simply wear them down with my impenetrable armor of loyalty, truth and diligence.                 When I am successful soon, they see the folly of their ways and thought processes. Some of them might even fall in-line, but it isn’t easy. For over forty years I’ve waged this campaign and during my apprenticeship, I really did not know what I was training for. I bear the scars to prove it.

 
Next I will take my quest again across the Atlantic, where the one woman I love, who gave me the best long-distance twenty-two months of my life via the internet, and who has tried to “wait [for] my kiss” impatiently lives.  What, you ask “is this an internet romance?” And I am not too proud to admit that it is because this veteran of the romantic wars is blessed with the ability to keep pace with the current trends!

I will slay the “dragon” of negativity subliminally. You do not always have to overtly challenge the disease of unrequited love, as much as you have to pick your spots and believe with a strong universal consciousness and spiritual presence.  I use many tools. From tarot cards to telepathy and in this war, very often my most useful weapon, the pen, really is mightier than the sword!  I banish cheaters and selfish women who trick their man into fatherhood alike; no backstabbers can cross into the territory that my army has cleansed of negativity in love.  Nothing turns off a veteran Romantic Warrior more than deception in romance – unless you are “romancing the stone”.
Finally it is the MIND that many must master - their own.  Not letting your mind master you, but being the watcher of your own thoughts and staying in the present moment as much as you can.  Being in the "now" is the key to liberation of thinking.  I disidentify from my mind - it is not easy to do - as much as possible these days because it is the key to peaceful awakened and somnolence in the face of the frustration of money being the only object to Inna and me not being together yet.

 

The above story is actually a “romance” of sorts!

 

Alternatively, I am described as a “veteran” Dee Jay by one of my protégé, DJ Onasile who hails from Jackson, Tennessee and who is one of the first spinners I met when I arrived in Nashville back in 2001.  Both of us are Capricorns, both wearing our hair in the dreadlock style and we went on to become good friends.  I remember interviewing him for the webzine, DJ Zone in 2002.  I think he really was impressed by my write-up and how professionally I conducted that interview which we did at the downtown Nashville Hooters restaurant.  I became accustomed to recording my write-up on hand-held recorders and then transposing them via word processing into my computer to edit and then posting them – a truly “veteran” idea that could only come from a veteran of audio/video and music! 

 

 

The Story Of How Love Can Move Mountains
Jimi Bruce, a former radio personality posted a new project on Rock The Post in order to get the funding he needs for, in his own words, a “Better, Successful Second Half Of My Life.”

"Cheetah" is the playful nickname from his Ukrainian fiancée. Jimi Bruce is fifty-nine years old with a lot of creative energy. Unfortunately his situation is very complicated and his family is not able to help.

Jimi met Inna, the woman who he wants to spend the rest of his life with in the Spring of 2010, but she couldn't stay in the USA due to Visa restrictions. Ever since then, Jimi has worked his brain tirelessly to find a way over there to meet her family and bring her back to the States.

As Jimi explains, “Inna used all of her savings”, to help Jimi getting his first US Passport. However, that was not enough as Jimi still lacked funds to purchase the ticket that would get him over to Ukraine.

Once he is able to fly over to pick her up and upon return to the US, Jimi states that he will be helping inna with her English so that she can pass any Nursing examinations in the USA.

Jimi already has the plans prepared for the two of them he has a two-bedroom cottage waiting to build their life together and to grow older next to each other.

On his project on Rock The Post, Jimi admits he is “scared, sad and also nervous at the same time for me these days.” However, he is very optimistic about the idea of possibly making his dream a reality. So far he has been able to raise USD$ 2,200 from users who have pledged on his project, but still has USD$ 4,800 more to go. In the event he is able to collect all of the funds, Jimi plans to use the USD$ 7,000 for the following:

• “Close” on a house for him and Inna;
  
  
• Position themselves to possibly relocate in the future with new job offers so they can build their life together near the ocean they both love in SF or near NYC;
  
  
• Build/install Jimi’s "Cheetah Radio" i-net radio/English/Russian linguistic education/voice-over business.
  
  

It is interesting to note that some young film students in Nashville even were inspired to do a short documentary film about their story. Jimi’s story has become a viral success within the social media world already.