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If, as you say the wife took "the high road", then this poor guy must have been a real SOB (not a sob). If she took "the low road", then it's best he's rid of her, right?

Open to interpretation, isn't it? 

See? I really do read and listen to what you write and sing!

Thanks for letting me speak my mind, my friend, and please know this takes absolutely nothing away from your wonderful musical talent and/or your abilities to take songs such Jim's and making hits out of them! I feel so fortunate to know you both (almost) personally and listen to your work!

It's just that this one...well (and I'd say this to Bob Dylan too!).... makes me wanna shoot myself.   Let's blame it on the dementia, okay?

Phill! Thanks so much for not thinking badly of me! It would kill my heart if you (or anyone here) did.

Your Forever German/American FREUND

Wilhelm/William/Bill/Opie

Although the guitar came from Amy and Jim and Kids, I know to appreciate the fact that it came from all of you as well, because our Amy is a part of all of us. So if my Enkelkind doesn't mind, thank you all so much for caring about the both of us in our time of need (and we sure do need you!), and thank you for wishing me the best with this beautiful present!!!!

We love you!

Bill and ("She Who Must Be Obeyed") Dondra

Bernie60: Someone will be along shortly and if I haven't already done so,  may I welcome you to Chordie?

And as I tell everyone who joins us: "Teach us something!!!"

Bill

Thank you very much for understanding, Phill. Opie doesn't get out much. Luckily.

Bill

Being that one can make ukes and (who knows-guitars too?) from things such as cigar boxes.... well, I guess it's the pickups and the neck, then, isn't it?

And sincere thanks to all of you for your congratulations! I repeat: I couldn't be happier!

Bill

AWESOME writing, Pete and I agree with everything you wrote. Sometimes a song/poem comes to me in minutes and engages my brain and as soon as possible, I get a sheet of paper and a pen and write down what just came to me. Sometimes it goes to the very end, and sometimes it is just a phrase or two (and I have many of them stored in a file on my computer).

Spot on, dear friend! Spot on!

Your friend

Bill

PS: I hear this as a spoken tune with a guitar softly strumming in the background. Just a suggestion.

Z, Holy Carp! I never realized (or if you ever told me - and you may have) you are such an accomplished musician, my friend!!!!! This is amazing information, and I thank you so much for sharing it with me/us. It sure helps me to get to know you better.

About the groove. I don't have it with me on drums, but may I link you to a blues tune, where one of the last bands I played with "found it" and couldn't stop playing/improvising on it? It was so exciting I got chills all over my body, and the crowd didn't want us to stop.

Again, wow!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=29GJxkW-hKI

Your Friend

Bill

Zurf, Dondra and I have become convinced that many animals, including our pets are "self-aware" and have been for quite a long time. As Bert died, in the very last second of his life, as I was holding him in my arms, both of us on his favorite large feather pillow, he locked eyes with me, and in that moment I was sure we'd see each other again, somehow, somewhere.

Of course, if there's a hell, I sure wouldn't want him there seeing me standing in cow manure up to my neck, drinking coffee and the devil walking in, saying, "Okay, coffee break's over! Everybody back on your heads."

Sorry. Couldn't help it. "Opie" came out for a few seconds, there....

Bill
PS: Z,  (can I call you that for short, sometimes?) She must have been a wonderful pet! Cat or dog? In my experience, Bert has never farted - either in bed or otherwise. He was what you'd call "uppity" as most cats are. He was a Maine Coon. I'm sorry, and I don't mean to sound racist (I'm far from it), but I have always dreaded meeting a person of color from New England and them asking what kind of cat I have. ----- Sorry. Opie again.

Beautiful, Jim!!! This has the "feel" of the Christmas songs I grew up with as a "Baby Boomer".  Yes, I'll say it:  It evokes nostalgia and a longing for the early years when Rudolph was a red-nosed reindeer, Frosty promised us he'd be back next year, and Santa was up on the housetop.

In other words, your song gives us solace Jim and even though I shouldn't ask this, I hope you and Phill can collaborate on this one especially. I don't want to "push" anyone into anything, but we need to hear something closer to the heart these days and this one is it.

Thank you for writing it, my friend!

Bill