The Son Unit.
I always tried to move mountains for this one, now we climb them when we commune.
I talk about it in a collection entitled: The Pa and Son Adventures. If you think about it, we grow up with our children, when they are born, we are reborn in a sense, because we begin to understand that it isn’t about “us” anymore, right?
No one… knows how to Dad out the box.
You learn together, as our children can serve to be our greatest teachers.
I learned the art of humanity via many… but through son too.
As he always goes above and beyond – serving others while giving back with a spirit that is exact and good.
Doing what others couldn’t while the rest wouldn’t even dare to care.
When we sent him out into the tundra (the world) manhood training complete.
“When you go out here man … make sure that you make the Earth shake and you leave it in a better place than you found it in… okay?”
He took to it.
Music Therapist, working with the school system teaching human beings the art of kindness in the frequency of music whether they were young or old. A Professional Musician… I’ve seen burdened people get off of their feet and dance their problems away… that is a gift that few have… an ability to speak the universal language of music.
I guess me and the Mom Unit called it.
Musician… moving crowds healing souls at the drop of a dime.
Truth be told… it is as his Grandad used to say:
“That’s right on time.”
Shortly after Father’s Day… where we hiked up the side of a mountain and went kayaking on lake and saw some vultures getting into an aerial beef … he finally pushed me towards doing… a poetry album, something that many of you, my readers had expressed interest about.
HARD STOP
A tree fell during a storm, plans torn asunder… displaced.
Well… on Sunday July 9th, I guess you could say that the Earth shook… when a tree fell on his apartment, the damage being so extensive that they had to condemn the building.
The initial response by the realty company was piss poor at best, so I began pulling the levers of social media to compel them into, doing their job.
Because now, my son and others were displaced.
Fast forward to a couple days later, yesterday.
As an alternative for his housing displacement, instead of the safety of a tree lined neighborhood, that he pays for with his tax dollars, in the grand scheme of things.
They offer him… the squalor of a transient motel, saying:
“This is who we have an agreement with?
Now… would you stay here?
That said… I am endeavoring to crowdfund the relocation effort for my son, so that he can continue on the noble path… of keeping the music playing, in a world that needs more of it than ever.
Visit the GoFundMe campaign to support the relocation effort for my son – The Gentleman Boss.
He would appreciate any contribution, big or small, to help him continue on his noble path of keeping the music playing. Thank you for your support!
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