Floyd Ned Wilson:  

Life It was a roundabout way that I came to this sudden conclusion. I decided to write. Yet as the words flowed freely in my head, there seemed to be a backup that led to my hand, so I abandoned the pen without so much as a jiggle of the handle. I had so many ideas, thoughts, images that were running rampant in my head, waiting patiently until the next number was called so they could see the light of day. Too bad they were blind. I stumbled upon something that was quite unexpected, and it was waiting for me. And it told me, "Life, is like a giant turd, floating in the air above your house. You know it's there, and it astounds you. Everyday you walk outside, not knowing when, if and how that tagnut will drop. Yet you continue everyday, with that load over your shoulder, day in and day out, expecting it to fall". "Yeah", it said, "Life is kinda like that". - Boulderdash School High School sucked for me. But, if I could do it over again, I would. And I would tear through there like I always wanted to. To have the confidence I somewhat have now. To actually have the courage to make that move when that certain opportunity was presented to me. Yep. Knowing what I know now, I really screwed up my years in High School. Maybe I'll write a novel about that topic. Yeah...maybe. College Well crap, where to begin? Undergrad sucked. My success at socialization carried over from H.S. Not easy when you drive an orange piece of crap like that Datsun I had. Yeah, real cool there Mongo. Anyway, I finally met that one person that was able to break through my self conscious wall. Actually, she smashed through with a sledgehammer. Guess that's what it took. I changed majors like I changed beer stained shirts, and decided on communications. Savor that for a minute. Me. Who stuttered so bad, Mel Tillis would have said, "Damn, slap that kid"! To doing a radio show playing everything from Yanni to Nona Hendrix to Chris Rea to Cusco. It was then that I realized that life would not be about money, but what I liked to do and that part of it that made it easy. Big mistake. Money rocks. I yearn for it. Grad school. Holy pope on a rope! Not only was that tough. It was fun. Not only did I teach classes (well, the production aspect of the classes), I ran the TV studios. All that and took classes. And did it in 2 years. Met some beautiful people there that made me thankful I was a man and grateful that I was married....Expand for more