BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

Just a quick and simple nod to my father, M. R. Sellars SENIOR, who left this world most unexpectedly one October night in 2005, sparking nationwide rumors of my own untimely but not yet realized death. If he’d been here to see that I’m sure he would have found it highly amusing.

Russell Sellars wasn’t one for pomp and circumstance, so making a big deal about things just wouldn’t do in his eyes, however, today would have been his 70th birthday.

So, without fanfare, here’s to you, Dad. Thanks for making me who I am today, and as I’ve said before – If in my lifetime I am able to eventually achieve being even half the man you were, I will have accomplished my goal.

And, just as you would have celebrated this day in a sedate fashion, I will be doing so as well. I already have the scotch sitting out, a cigar waiting in the humidor, and a spot on the porch swing so that I can take your often repeated advice – relax and take some time to smell the roses, because you never know when you’ll be out of time.

Your son…

Just what are the QB’s of the WFU, you ask?

That’s a funny story…Well, maybe not. I suppose it depends upon your perspective. QB of the WFU stands for “Queen B*tch of the Whole F*cking Universe“…This is a phrase–moniker actually–that was coined by another author’s son while describing his mom (Kristin Madden)…

Anyway, the name pretty much stuck, not only to her, but to my wife and another author with whom I tour regularly (Dorothy Morrison)…The nickname is, of course, all in fun, but I think they take it seriously now and then…

Sooooo, here they are: (Yeah, I belong to the redhead.)