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  • This is all for fun. Please take it in that spirit.

    Well, we're big rock singers We got golden fingers and we're loved everywhere we go
    We sing about beauty and we sing about truth at ten-thousand dollars a show
    We take all kinds of pills that give us all kind of thrills but the thrill we'll never know
    Is the thrill that'll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rollin Stone (Rollin' Stone)

    Wanna see my picture on the cover (Stone)
    Wanna buy five copies for my mother (Yes) (Stone)
    Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of the Rollin' Stone

    I got a freaky ole lady, name a cocaine Katy who embroideries on my jeans
    I got my poor ole grey haired daddy drivin' my limousine
    Now it's all designed to blow our minds but our minds won't really be blown
    Like the blow that'll getcha when you get your picture on the cover of the Rollin' Stone (Rollin' stone)

    Wanna see our pictures on the cover (Stone) Wanna buy five copies for our mothers (Yeah) (Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of the Rollin' Stone

    Hey (Sure enough), I know how, rock and roll Ah, that's beautiful
    We got a lot of little teenage blue eyed groupies who do anything we say
    We got a genuine Indian Guru who's teaching us a better way
    We got all the friends that money can buy so we never have to be alone (No)
    And we keep getting richer but we can't get our picture on the cover of the Rollin' Stone (Rollin' Stone)

    Wanna see my picture on the cover (Stone) Wanna buy five copies for my mother (I want one) (Stone) Wanna see my smilin' face on the cover of the Rollin' Stone On the cover of the Rollin'… (Stone (And us)) Wanna see my picture on the cover (I don't know why we ain't on the cover, baby) (Stone)
    Wanna buy five copies for my mother (We're beautiful fellows) (Stone)
    Wanna see my smilin' face On the cover of the Rollin Stone

    (Dr. Hook’s “Cover of the Rolling Stone)

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    So, I’m just your basic, relatively unsophisticated story-teller who stumbled into Cowbird somewhat randomly. Somebody who didn’t even know me told someone they knew, who knew me, that he’s heard something about this place for story-tellers, and that she ought to tell me about it, which she did, and I checked it out, without a whole lot of interest, before I did. In fact, I forgot all about it after my initial inquiry, and the e-mail accepting me got lost in my deluge of daily e-mails (yeah, even before I began Cowbirding – now, fuhgettaboutit! My In-box is a hopeless cause!)

    I didn’t have time for any new commitments in my life – in fact, I needed to trim some back, I was “doing” too much, and not “being” enough. Then I got here in March, and what can I say. Me and Cowbird just clicked. I could not, and can not, get enough of this joint. “Turn it up!” It’s music to my ears. I was a writer who wasn’t writing, a pretty crappy place to be. Cowbird immediately healed that problem. Then, I quickly became a connoisseur of other story-tellers. Holy crap, the stories I found here, from story-tellers like me, and story-tellers completely different from me, but utterly fascinating, from all over the world, just absolutely knocked my socks off. They still do! Every morning when I wake up, and every evening before I turn in, I’m on here, reading. I love it.

    I’ve occasionally clicked around, checked out other aspects of this site. The one that always baffled me, mystified me, really, was that “Master Class” section. Wow, these must be, like, the best of the best, the cream of the crop. This is Cowbird’s “Hall of Fame”! They’ve graduated undergraduate story-teller studies and now are the true “Masters”!

    Since my very first story on Cowbird was about how I beat Pete Rose into Baseball’s Hall of Fame (True Story!), you know I’m an ambitious soul. This is what the ambitious Story-teller should aspire to. But, I never could figure out how people wound up there. Some of those story-tellers were really good, some were ones that I love to follow and read, but some….how can I put this delicately….ahhh, not so much. Some only had a handful of stories posted, and I hate to say it, but I wasn’t seeing exactly Hall of Fame caliber story-telling going on there.

    That’s when I figured it must be one of those “who ya know” deals. Not so much “Hall of Fame”, as “Old Boy/Girl Network”. So, I’ve just stayed away from that. Don’t really want to know. Not my cup o’ joe. I’m just here to write and read.

    Then, someone told me the criteria for Masters – not sure if this is true or not, but apparently getting your stories selected TWICE for Cowbird Story of the Day gets you into the Cowbird Hall of Fame, uh, I mean, the Master Class. Twice. Hell, I’ve never even gotten a whif of that honor. Reckon that’s reserved for the more sophisticated story-tellers. Don’t be lookin’ like I’ll be beatin’ Pete Rose into THAT Hall of Fame anytime soon.

    Why did I have to find that out? Damnit! Damn this competitive nature. Damn this mental jukebox. Damn that D.J. in my brain’s warped sense of humor. I found this little pearl of wisdom out this afternoon while I was waiting in the waiting area of the Auto Repair Shop across from the Steel Mill in Georgetown, South Carolina, learning that the air conditioning in my car, in this 100 degree heat, would be 2 days and $1260 away. I guess I needed a distraction. And Dr. Hook provided it. “Rolling Stone, gonna see my picture on the cover, (stone) gonna buy 5 copies for my mother, (stone) gonna see my smilin’ face, on the cover of the Rollin’ Stone….”

    Shut up, Dr. Hook!

    Yup, it’s official. I have just a little bit too much time on my hands this week.
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