I’m in Montana. It’s true what they say- the sky really is big out here. I wonder who was the first person to say that out loud. It’s kind of a weird thing to notice: Person 1: Promise not to think I’m crazy. Person 2: I promise not to think you’re crazy. Person 1: The sky here. It’s like really…big… Person 2: (Gasp) I thought it was just me! Camp Mak a Dream is about 60 miles east of Missoula, and the drive is just stunning. Grassy mountains dotted with evergreen trees. Snow

Today’s post is written from Montana, but it’s all about a very special street corner in Greenville. One that’s been on my route for the past two years. From where I live the easiest way to get downtown is to go down East North Street. So four times a week for the past two years, that’s exactly what I’ve done. Going down Haywood Road to 385 would be a little faster, but then I would miss out on seeing one of my favorite people in the entire world. The crossing guard. You read

I’m convinced that one of the worst things in the world is waking up for a 6am flight. That was me this morning. Since noon yesterday it was all I could think about. Getting everything done in time to get to bed early enough so that waking up at 4:15 am acceptable. The problem is- that time doesn’t exist! One could be in bed at 4:15pm, get a full twelve hours of sleep, and still feel like crying when that alarm goes off. It was so early Jaimie or my parents didn’t even offer

Yesterday I was lucky enough to speak at the Cancer Survivor’s Day at Cancer Survivor’s Park just off the Swamp Rabbit Trail in downtown Greenville. They referred to me as a “Nationally known comedian.” I guess that is technically true. Syracuse, NY and Scranton, PA are indeed part of the nation. Since they raised the bar so high, I decided that I would try to be funny. The theme of the talk was “Because of Cancer I….” Today’s blog is part of that speech. I pulled a little fr