I used to enjoy watching TruTV (formerly known as "Court TV") before going to sleep at night. My favorite show - "Forensic Files." Fascinating stuff.

Now, what do I get? Endless hours of complete nonsense like "South Beach Tow," "Operation Repo," "All Worked Up," and "Lizard Lick Towing."

I mean, my God! What the hell is the fascination with TOWING anyway? This is the most brainless, redneck, ridiculous program lineup I've ever seen. I hope that someone there grows a brain because their advertising budget will be as short-lived as the mullet.

Yes... so it's been a while since I have posted. Well, what can I say. I've been busy! Not that you have been waiting with baited breath or anything like that... regardless, I had an experience tonight that I would like to share.

Tonight I had the great pleasure of recording and producing a live CD of Eddie "Two Tickets to Paradise" Money. MR. Eddie Money - performing live at a very intimate venue in Londonderry, NH. And tonight, I was reminded of why I love what I do and why I do it.

After at least 20 years of listening to Eddie's songs - on radio, on MTV, etc - I was fortunate to see him perform many of his hits acoustically in front of 220 people. And I have to say, Eddie still has it. Not only that, this is one of the most gracious, friendly, and truly "real" people I have met. He had me in stitches within a few minutes of our first conversation. No rock star persona. No attitude. Just a guy who obviously loves what he does.

And that's what this particular entry is about.

People... it's not about the fame, fortune, money, or any of that stuff. It's about the passion and what you live for. Eddie Money has been doing this for 30 plus years. And I seriously doubt - after so many hits I cannot count them - that Eddie is still out there doing this for the bread.

I've met young punks (ok well my age and younger) that have the "rock star" attitude but do not deserve it. Actually, no one should have that attitude. If you don't remember your roots, then you are screwing everyone that supported you "way back when."

So it is with utmost respect that I say that Eddie loves what he does. And that's why he still puts on a show. It doesn't matter if it is 200 or 2000 people, he entertains... and he loves it.

The moral of the story is to believe. Believe in what you can do - believe in your passion. Because if you go for the almighty dollar, you are reaching for the wrong thing. I love what I do. It may be challenging sometimes, but I would not trade it for anything. Appreciate every moment and go for your passion. The reward will be evident.

I honestly can't believe how ignorant some people can be in this country. Or so arrogant. I can't quite figure out which.

The latest uproar has been about President Obama's speech to the school kids. I was almost floored when I heard about this. Are you kidding? This is the President of the United States for crying out loud! Obama is not the first nor will he be the last to speak to our kids.

This, as usual, has been caused by those who are so far on the right that they can't even identify with the word "moderation" any more, and moreover, can't seem to even get a grip on reality. The President has no interest in pitching politics to kids. He wants to implore them to do better with their education, because he, unlike apparently many folks in our general population, realizes that a good education is key to the future of our country.

And now, of course, after the speech was released to the press, you have right-wingers saying that "Oh, yea, he changed the speech after he got his hand caught in the cookie jar!" ARE YOU KIDDING? And if you buy that bunch of baloney, then you are really seriously stupid.

Give me a break. Again, I don't claim to be a Republican or Democrat. I want our country to get straightened out. And to you people who just fight Obama tooth and nail simply because some moron told you to do it, or because you don't have the full story; or because you do and you simply don't understand, SHUT UP! Enough already!

One final thought. It has taken eight years for our country to go down the drain. It's going to take longer than a few months for Obama to fix it. And with all of the political rhetoric going on, probably longer than that.

And oh yea. I'm equally mad at Congress, both sides of the House and Senate. They can't agree on ANYTHING. It's like a bunch of little kids. Selfish little brats who don't care anything about their constituents but would rather just keep their votes. I could go on an on, but I will spare you.

So just drop it. Get a life. The word "United" in United States means "TOGETHER". Get it?

So I know this is not one of those politically explosive topics. But I thought I would just talk a bit about dentists and how much I simply do not like going.

I think it's been about three years. Maybe four - since I have been to a dentist. I know, that sounds terrible! Fortunately, I have been blessed with decent teeth, and brush them/take care of them regularly.

Well, finally today I broke down and decided it was time to have them checked out. I picked a small dental office down the street from where I live.

Upon entering, I smelled that familiar smell, and heard that drill - and already I was wanting to turn on my heels and make a quick exodus. Fighting that desire was difficult, but I managed to fill out the paperwork and sit anxiously, awaiting my fate.

After a relatively quick wait of about 15 minutes, my name was called and I was lead to the death chamber, er, I mean the exam room. The dental assistant was very sweet and could see my apprehension, and undoubtedly it helped alleviate my nervousness when she cooed in a light southern accent to "have a seat" in the chair.

I did so, and she went to work picking at my teeth. I told myself that it really wasn't so bad, but for whatever reason I realized that my entire body pretty much from the neck town was as tense and stiff as a board and my hands were gripping the chair arms to the point I could see my knuckles were white. I would repeatedly tell myself to relax, and then I would just tense right up again.

Well, this only lasted about 20 minutes or so, then she "polished" my teeth. I was more relaxed for that, since there were no sharp objects in my mouth and I was not spitting quarts of blood.

Finally she said that the dentist would be in to see me shortly. Ahh. That dreaded moment when I'm informed my mouth is rotting away and they need to fill 20 cavities.

To my stunned amazement, I was advised my teeth were just fine! Shocked to say the least, but I suppose my morning and nightly regimen of brushing (but no flossing believe it or not) saved me from the drill!

I walked out like I conquered the world. What a great feeling!

Now that you know more than you ever wanted to know about my dental experience, I will let you go back to your day.