View from the North 40: Art, art, blew me all apart

Me on Wednesday: I should never, ever, ever listen to myself when I have an idea. Ever. I know this, and yet, I fall for it over and over, again. Repeatedly.

Fair enough, I really do know better than to listen to myself. Or I should know that. After all the injuries — physical, mental and emotional. All the wrong roads followed, both actual and metaphorical. All the pride swallowed, the dignity lost, the ego trammeled. After all these years, I still get pulled in by myself saying, “Hey, I’ve got a great idea.”

Maybe I’m a sucker, but it’s as if every misadventure ended in a memory-erasing conc...