Views from a BrewTown Sista (aka The Chronicles of Kayleah H. Madison)

One year earlier, I had made my first-ever trip to the wildly popular convenient store/gas station, Buc-ee's. This Lake Jackson,TX-based franchise has gained a massive popularity due to its enormous size and various range of snacks and novelty items...plus, they make their own food, including pizza, bakery, beef jerky, and especially their own mouth-watering brisket sandwiches. They take a HUGE piece of brisket and chop it up AS YOU WATCH them prepare a bunch of brisket burgers, brisket burritos, and sliced BBQ pork sandwiches as big as a softball, or your fist.  I wanted to get one SO bad, however my friends went to eat a "free" breakfast at a Holiday Inn Express as we drove into Texas last year. The usual crap. I should also mention about how we drove from Milwaukee/Rockford 17 hours just to get there on that Sunday morning. During the night, I was driving through Oklahoma on the way to the Buc-ee's in Melissa,TX when I was passing a semi-truck and head a loud THUD ...

Alrighty folks. Once again, I've spaced out from posting anything new in recent months. In a nutshell, Donald Trump is once again elected as president, and he basically suckered this country into voting for him; Kamala Harris, the sudden Democratic candidate after Joe Biden dropped out all of a sudden, had momentum in their first televised debate. Matter of fact, Harris whooped Donny Boy's ass. Yet, it was Pumpkin Head's successful, $215 million anti-trans campaign that got him over the top. Many GOP candidates followed his trail, even though their info given was complete bullshit. The voters responded for Pumpkin Head in greater numbers than first believed. Hell, even Black men and Latinos voted for this creep. 33% of voters stayed home, not wanting to believe their votes would matter. Oh, would've they! Many of us were vehemently pissed at seeing this blonde-haired bully back as Commander-in-Chief, myself included. I'm still wondering what made him dislike the Tra...

As I'm typing this, it's Labor Day Weekend 2024. Yep, another summer is about to bite the dust in a few weeks. While I'm thankful for still having my gig driving folks around to and from their respective medical appointments,  it's been a bizarre summer for me. More or less, a bizarre 2024 in general.  Since I have noticed I've not posted anything on my blogpage in over a year, you can blame me for not keeping this damn page current. Adding crap on Facebook is easy.  Remembering that I had a blogpage when you're thinking about everything else in my world is entirely different.  Especially when you've been trying over a decade to construct an autobiography using the contents of past blogs from this page to tell a story.  Yet not every story can be made simply by memory alone. There are moments from my childhood I may remember well, but others are not worth retelling. Hell, it's not making me become a wealthy sucker anytime soon.  I realized I hadn't m...

Previously...(Part 2)  

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Well,  it has been some wild ride since I posted my last blog exactly one year ago today. You may remember that I was talking about watching the IceHogs win over Manitoba with my new friend Erica. Since then, no one actually knew what kind of a chaotic whirlwind the world would have for the rest of 2020. An incredibly nasty virus. Working from home. Toilet paper riots. Black Lives Matter protests following the death of George Floyd at the hands of the Minneapolis Police. Mandatory wearing of masks. Social distancing. Curbside deliveries. Radical movements dealing with one incumbnent, racist President. A highly expensive, extremely high turnout at the polls. Current President refusing to concede to a new successor-and the nation's first Black & South Asian woman Vice-President. Anglo-Saxon nutjobs who've been brainwashed to believe anything & everything our outgoing President Nutjob says, even though the incorrect info. So much bullshit happened last year all because of ...

  As the journey towards my golden years continue, I know that I mustn't get to caught up with past memories, good or bad, and be thankful for what knowledge that I currently have and use it for inspiring those generations that will fill my shoes once I take my final nap. I'm still learning about that factor in my life. Also, knowing myself and my comfort zones, I'll have no idea how to face something irregular or sudden. So, I digress while typing this blog in my birthday suit, enjoying some breakfast while the winter air thankfully stays outside.  Last night, I was reacquainted with a friend that reminded me that I can still have some fun while once again preventing any signs of premature sheer aging...by letting my voice out. Here's the deal: Last year, during my first Black Transgender Advocacy Conference (BTAC) in Dallas, I mentioned to some individuals about little travel business here in Rockford, when my aforementioned whereabouts caught the ear someo...