I'm writing all this down for several reasons. Cecelia my daughter being the biggest. If I die tomorrow, I want her to be able to at least have a glimpse of what her father was about, good and bad. Secondly, my memory of what happened 40 years ago isn't going to get any clearer. The people who could even corroborate a lot of what I'm writing about either are dead or one day will be dead. And I've noticed a lot of the versions I'm hearing passed around aren't accurate at all. Embellished, even.

I don't give out bad advice. I've taken enough bad advice to know better and be able to differentiate between the two.I have a lot of advice I've writte down on my website at MMusgrove.com.[http://mmusgrove.com/] Start there. I'll try to merge it all together.Never pay retail for anything, ever.

Cecelia, of course, is my daughter who I'm throwing this together for, and my mother, for whom she was named. Her mother and stepsister insist on calling her "Celia," pronouncing it "cilia" as in paramecium legs. My daughter is Paramecium Legs Musgrove.Cecelia was a life-changer, which was desired and anticipated. I had high expectations for her, given she was healthy, and she's surpassed them all. In a good way. She's a special child, and it's evident in her personality, temperament, curiosit

Looking back over my life, my grandfather Clyde had the biggest influence over me, to some people's dismay I'm sure. Notably, my dad and aunt Roz, who both had issues with him. He was a driven, focused, super-intelligent man, who worked very hard to make a good living for his family. He was very successful by getting into the retail furniture business and selling them. He gave himself a hernia at a very young age working in his stores moving furniture around. He was a small man, about 5 foot 5 I

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My father and me have a realtionship that my Aunt Roz described as when the chickens come home to roost. Whatever that means. Perhaps it means you reap what you sow, which is true.My father never was the typical father. I don't know what he made of having a son. He'd play with me in odd ways like taking me on death-defying motorcycle rides up steep 45 degree hills in the sand with me riding on the gas tank when I was 5. Or buying me motorcycles when I was 7 years old that my mother had to retu

Dogs and Musgroves go way back. Everyone in the family loves dogs, and everyone has had them. My grandfather SK would bring them back for hunting all the time, and inevitably "ruin them" and turn them into pets. I've had lots, and consider dogs something I know a lot about. They aren't complicated, but people still have trouble figuring them out because they want to anthropomorphize them. And it's one of those things you can't tell people and ever have them believe you, like telling someone they

I don't know about putting a chapter her about myself, but in case I decide to, here's the spot. A place to keep things people don't know about me but may find remotely interesting. Or not. But it's going here.Growing up with little parental guidance to speak of afforded me an independence to explore the world that few have. I also was fairly well funded, which helped with the adventures. I've always been curious so although that method of life - trial and error - isn't what I'd recommend to m

Note: this isn't a comprehensive list, by a million miles. There was a time when I was going to see live bands in Charleston at the Music Farm, Myskyns and Cumberlands mostly, at least several times a week for years, not to mention all the festivals and events with live music friends of mine like the Blue Dogs played at. But the big-name bands I saw in DC, Columbia, Atlanta, St. Petersburg, and a bunch of other random, larger cities.

Note: this isn't a comprehensive list, by a million miles. There was a time when I was going to see live bands in Charleston at the Music Farm, Myskyns and Cumberlands mostly, at least several times a week for years, not to mention all the festivals and events with live music friends of mine like the Blue Dogs played at. But the big-name bands I saw in DC, Columbia, Atlanta, St. Petersburg, and a bunch of other random, larger cities.

I would be dishonest to just gloss over the years I was with my first wife Nancy as if they never existed, although in some ways that would be nice if I could. They were very expensive years financially and emotionally, but one of the most important pivots in my life occurred because of her: I stopped drinking. She is solely to thank for that. Or at least her parents were, who arranged everything as usual.In the name of brevity I won't go into details here, but here's the short of it: Nancy wa

Growing up I spent the bulk of each Summer from age 6 to age 14 in Wolfeboro, New Hampshire. This fact is the source of some legendary stories of previously controlled insanity.It started out with my grandparents on my mother's side choosing to spend their Summers up there, with their HQ in Ft. Lauderdale the rest of the year. We also had beach houses elsewhere like in Alligator Point and Holden Beach, which was nice growing up. Especially in college, when we had a house in Marathon Florida, i

Roz has been a very influential person in my life. My attitude about her has shifted as I've gotten older I've noticed though which I'll try to explain. I have had some realizations about some things that weren't ever clear to me growing up, and it's like looking behind The Great Wizard's curtain and finding a smurf.Roz was always the black shee of the family because of her ethnic looks. My grandfather didn't care for that, and he himself had his nose bobbed to look less ethnic. And changed hi

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