It seems as if Mr. Redding and I handle situations about the same way. At the first sign of trouble ole Otis hauled-ass and got the hell out of Dodge.

“Sitting on the Dock of the Bay” sounds like a guy who might have been being a little dramatic in his outlook on the future. Sure, it looks like nothing is gonna change and everything will remain the same, but I bet he knows better than that. It is true, most people cannot do what ten people tell them to do, but seldom is that necessary.

Sitting on the Dock of the Bay is one of my all-time favorites. I have drank many a beer, shed many a tear, and enjoyed many moments of peaceful bliss while this song massaged my overly anxious thoughts. It has been an anthem in times of happiness, a lullaby through periods of relaxation, and a carol crooned when sad and dejected. It is a timeless classic that is recognizable by almost everyone yet is basic in almost every way.


Because there is not a soul in the world who does not know what it feels like to be isolated on an island of self-pity. There is not a person alive who hasn’t felt the angst of trying to be too many different things for too many different people.

There is much to be said for escaping to the dock of the bay, enjoying some inner-peace, and watching the tide roll away. The difference is that some folks sit on that dock complaining about the cards that we have been dealt while basking in the loneliness and self-pity which no one is immune,denying that we have any part in our current situation, and some of us gather ourselves, head back home to Georgia and handle our business.

I can’t sit on the dock of the bay feeling sorry for myself forever. At some point, I must take responsibility and own up to the world I have created around me.

There is a degree of safety that comes with escaping reality for a little while but there is very little growth.

Peace, Love, and all things Beef related,