Where the hell have you been Jordan !!!! The neighborhood has fallen into deep disarray and has been suffering from severe neglect. Well it’s a long boring story but in short I had fallen into one those “life times” when I have been involved in a re- finding who the heck I am, just a searchin’ for that elusive feller I have to look at in the mirror every morning. Seems like every 5 to 10 years or so I have to go through this, I feel so sure of what I am doing, what I am pursuing, what road I am following, where I want to go then SRRREEEEEECH !! The whole damn thing comes to as slammin’ halt, I find myself in the middle of a deserted 4 lane highway looking around me with all the doubt
and un-sureness I had just before, that assured guy inside me had it ALL FIGURED OUT !! How does that happen?

I take a ton of pride in being a happy feller on the road to what I am sure will make me happy, smilin’ and grinnin’ with each sunset, dazzling star in the night sky and every smile I help create on another persons face. My Daddy(Cordell Jordan a true southern gentleman, with a wild hillbilly streak) always sang a song to me called “Satisfied Mind” an old old country song that has always been in my heart & mind all these years. The opening words go:

“How many times have, you heard someone say?
If I had his money I could do things my way.
But little they know, it’s so hard to find.
One rich man in ten......... with a satisfied mind.”

Now days I think 1 in 10 has changed to 1 in a 10,000, maybe more, but that was always what I used as a goal, being in that satisfied mind group. Damn now it seems to me that of all the groups of folks to belong to THAT IS THE ONE. So having that as my main pursuit in life, it’s seems a necessary requirement is to have a reevaluation every 5 to 10 years or so to see where I am on the track to that lofty goal. Now it appears to me that this society places a higher priority on many other things than a “satisfied mind” let’s see:

1)a house fancy and large enough to house 2 or 3 families anywhere else on the planet. 2)a job title that carries all our prestige and defines us as to who we are, while we fight our way up that greedy, heartless, ruthless corporate ladder (kinda give away there my feelings on the value of corp. giants/mega mergers to our societal sanity) .
3)lust for more and more material possessions & gadgets and the unlimited hours of work needed to procure, maintain and upgrade these “can’t live without them” items.
4) high priority on where or how often we eat out, vacation, get our hair & nails done, buy the right clothes, network, go to a therapist etc. etc. Shit maybe I can squeeze in 20 more hours a week on top of the 70 I am already doing at work or we both can work more by getting second jobs !!!!!
All the while our soul, hearts and the things that bring us true, deep satisfaction are shoved further and further down that ole’ priority list, heck to keep up with all those other joys of life how the hell can we find the time !!
So I have been a reevaluatin’, scrutinizin’, takin’ a gander at how things are goin’ in the Jordan camp on all these matters. I guess gettin’ a wee bit older has something to do with all this, since I have recently reached let’s say, just past the young, studly, short hangover, go all day all night stage of life, could be things have a bit more immediacy so to speak. But as a good friend of mine says for just about everything “it’s all good” and will work out just fine in the end. The biggest win in life will be on that last day, last hour thinkin’ “not much I would have changed, did most of what I wanted to get done and I can leave this ole’ world with a satisfied mind”. So that’s the story of where Jordan has been, now onto the way it’s gonna be here at the neighborhood again, apologize for the slightly serious nature of the above just had to explain.

This goes out to all the fellers out there(a few ladies too depending on there hormonal balance) that have been facin’ the cruel truth of the hair on your face, head and probably chests having the nerve to be changing color without any permission nor consultation from us. (Don’t laugh I have in my day run into a few specimens of the female persuasion that have had a few hairs in the chest area and not just all European gals either). Just deciding on it’s own that the color we have had all these years, all of a sudden, is no longer good enough.

Over the last few years I have been getting up in the mornin’ grabbing a cup of strong java and getting my weekly shower done, after which I head over to that lyin’ ass mirror of mine. Any of you have one of those? where you look into it sort of startled and scream out loud “ Who the hell is that in here looking back at me while I am naked as a jay bird, must be that evil twin they say we all have somewhere in the world and man does he look OLDER. Glad that’s not me.

Anyway upon closer examinations I have seen a relentless creeping in a those hairs a changing color, first off in my mustache then migrating to others area’s of my youthful body. At the first recognition of this disrespectful natural progression I figured no biggie, I have a fine assortment of various sized, keenly sharpened scissors that will assist me in weeding out those unwanted intruders. So I would proceed to getting up real close to that lyin’ ass mirror and with the skill of a surgeon slice and dice 'til the offenders of my youth were cleared out. Now this seemed to be working Ok but as time went on the number of those foreign colored intruders started to growing and growing making the use of those keenly sharpened scissors a longer and longer task. For anyone of you out there who have gone through this drill you know how hard it can be to separate the hairs holding the original wonderful color from those pesky white fellers (white sounds better than GREY) for the surgical removal. A few short seconds of removal grew to 30 to 60 on to the minute zone going from 1 to 15 over the years, why do they seem to grow faster and faster with every passing snip? Anyway I finally had to accept the fact that if this kept up and I continued with this form of correction there would be more than a few chopped out holes in my mustache, sideburns and eye brows not to mention my chest. This was one of those situations probably similar too fighting a chinese army in China wear wave after wave of enemy just keep a comin’ and the time finally comes for surrender because of overwhelming numbers. The more I cut the more they came and always in larger numbers. Finally I resigned myself to just taking a quick look and removing only the longest most obvious offenders, I swear as the color changes those fellers get thicker and tougher than before. 'Til in the end I have sort of given up, said uncle and started to ponder these questions.

1) Is it true gals think salt and pepper mix is sexy and dignified?
2) Do men age more gracefully as gals say?
3) Should you let your hair stylist add that coloring she speaks so highly of?
4) Can I grow older gracefully?(grow seems more like ungrow in this particular case)?
5) Why is the last place hair changes color by your privates?
6) Can I face shaving my head & face totally free of hair? How many bumps would my scalp have?
7) Do women really like rubbing a shaved head? Or would they prefer running their fingers through a salt and pepper mixed pompadour?
8) Who the hell is that old guy in that lyin’ ass mirror?

Well this safari of thought is over, your probably sayin’ thank god, but I hope I find some agreement and camaraderie on this slice of life and maybe the ladies got an insight into the fragile male mind. Thanks for stopping by, come back soon and welcome to the neighborhood. YEEAHW !!!

By the way hope all my friends have a copy of Georgia Flyer best work of mine to date and contains a cathartic look at many aspects of reevaluating, scrutinizin’, taking a gander at this ole’ life. Plus the songs are a rockin’ out for sure.