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What’s the happiest you’ve ever been?

Studies show that happy people catch fewer colds, that happiness can buy success, and that optimists live longer.

I’m happy to believe these things. In fact, my first 2006 post to this blog, back on January 1st, sums it up in a little poetry.

Imagine being unbearably happy!

Imagine being unbearably happy!

Fellow hiker Tom Mangan over at Two-Heel Drive yesterday asked, “What’s the worst jam you’ve ever been in?” The story he refers to, about two experienced hikers who still managed to get wildly lost, is, fortunately, one that ends well.

Tom prods me a little in that post. But then, he’s one of the lucky few who’s already heard my bear story. Around a campfire, no less!

I didn’t quite take the time yesterday to recount my 1976 episode with that pesky black bear in Yosemite. Someday I’ll transfer that cautionary noveletta from a campfire tale to the written word. Today, however, I thought I would follow Tom’s formula but switch gears a little to inquire, dear reader, about your happiest moment.

Yes, we’re getting back to the point of this post: a call for your response to the question, “what’s the happiest you’ve ever been?”

Don’t think too hard about this one. After all, you’ve been happy at least once in your life, right? So go ahead and share your happiest moment here by adding a comment, dear reader – kinda let’s me know you’re actually reading this stuff. Not that I need validation or anything remotely resembling it. (But it might make me happy.)

Hey, maybe your words will make another reader happy, too.


Cheeseburger Cheap

Birds sing when they’re happy. Sometimes, however, they’re happy at 3:00 a.m. When the nights are warm and I’ve left the windows open, I often find their music a soothing lullaby. Or, a Saturday Night Live routine.

Early this morning, after being awakened by an avian songster, I thought I detected a reincarnated John Belushi by way of Ron Popeil, all filtered through a groggy noggin. It was an ungodly hour, but I found my stomach rumbling, and the following poem taking shape:

The mockingbird repertoire can be comedic at times – yes, even at 3:00 a.m.

The mockingbird repertoire can be comedic at times – yes, even at 3:00 a.m.

Mockingbird, I hear you tellin’
But I ain’t buyin’ what you’re sellin’
Why can’t you just let me sleep?
Cheeborger cheeborger cheeborger cheap!

I’m just glad that car alarms in my neighborhood don’t get happy at 3:00 a.m.


I resolve to be happy.

I’m happy when
Everything goes right
Just because I tried
And I made others happy.

I’m happier when,
Straight from their souls,
Friends speak their thoughts
And encourage me onward.

I’m happiest when
I’ve got a hat on my head
Boots on my feet
And a trail before me.

I’m pretty happy that my site went live today.