A man’s midlife crisis in the entertainment industry: the fear of becoming so hot that no one will take your art seriously.

When we pulled into our driveway post-storm after our trip, three days after the rest of the neighborhood cleaned up and manicured their yards, this is the theme song that was playing in my head. It reverberated between my ears as we scooped up a carpet of branches, twigs, leaves and debris.
As an unrelated side note, It was also the song our DJ blared seventeen years and a day ago at our wedding reception while introducing our bridal party.
As an even more unrelated side note, I grew up believing that Demond Wilson, who played Lamont in Sanford and Son, died of a heroine overdose shortly after the show’s cancellation in 1977. In reality, he is alive and well at 73, writing Christian books, happily married and a father of six.
There is no point to this post other than the song is in my head, and now it’s in yours, too.
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A conversation between me and Doug last year:
Doug: “We really have to take down this tree.”
Me: “Absolutely not. I love this tree.”
Doug: “It’s half dead.”
Me: “Whatever, Paul Bunyan. You already cleared the entire backyard, and now there’s nothing left but two acres of scorched grass.”
Doug: “Look at the branches on this thing! They’re going to fall on your car.
“Me: “I’m fine with that.”
Doug: “And when it happens, guess who’s going to be out there with a chainsaw? I’ll give you a hint…it won’t be me!”
Me: “Oh my God. If it falls, I’ll get out the friggin’ chainsaw!”