We had a rooster. It was white.
Most of my background is white except for my first job working with grandma in the Salvation Army Store on Union Avenue. I hung clothes and pushed a broom across the wooden plank floors.
I was paid in comic books,…Continue
It's time to get moving into the day.
Two strong cups of coffee behind and I'm finished rummaging through headlines and giving cursory attention to off the beaten track YouTubes.
What in the hell am I 1/1024th of, I wondered ? If anything at all it is not readily apparent.
But I couldn't help but wonder why anyone would hang their reputation on such a slim bit of hyperbole.
It bothered me. Anything that could make the current POTUS seem reasonable bothers…
Mad at some?
Tell us how those not affiliated with those people are just as culpable. Make up stuff and claim it is true.
Add invective at each opportunity.
This is the way it rolls from the White House down to the commoners.
Don't worry about being open minded anymore.
Nobody is listening.
Responses will be closely monitored for ingratiating agreement.
This morning I admitted on the email exchange with some friends that I do not understand entirely what it is that POTUS is doing by ramping up the potential for major conflict with Iran.
When I say I do not understand entirely I mean that I do not understand at all. I have given up on thinking I understand.
In response, one of the participants, who happens to be Jewish, enlightened me in this fashion. Typos are left intact…Continue
We're being crushed, becoming the mash at the bottom of an oak barrel turning grain into bourbon.
We're willingly flitting about in the light of a flame about to sear our wings and turn us to ash.
We're licking ice cream cones, watching the scenery, laughing our heads off on vacation while our vehicles careen off course to plummet into the depths of an unrelenting sea…Continue
I don't remember exactly when I heard the news although it was stunning.
I had just met him a few days before. The feeling of disbelief is memorable however. First it was his brother, then the civil rights leader, and now this man, taken.
Teenagers now will remember their youth as the time of school shootings. The bad guy comes in the front or side door and kills them or their friends and peers.
Those who were teenagers in my time, lived in an age of political…Continue
I started off the day with an early e-mail to my friends, remarking on the callousness of the stooge daughter Ivanka, in her trademarked goofy fake smile dedicating a plaque to her daddy who is the "President of the United States on America", while dozens are being killed outside the ceremony and hundreds more injured.
Somewhere between the reneging of the Iran nuclear deal and the placement of a US Embassy…Continue
I just have to quit looking.
Whether it's local, national, international or microcosmic neighborhood BS, it's just become too much.
Last weekend's attempted break-in at the neighbor's house and the discovery that a coat hanger was used to get into my parked car AGAIN has been swirling through my head.
The move out of here will be complete by mid-September, after the house is painted and the movers take everything. The new used house is in the process of being…Continue
I really cannot believe the incompetence and absurdities emanating from the Very White House.
I think our generation believed that the Watergate thing was as bad as it could get, that civil rights demonstrations and Vietnam War protests were the culmination of citizen backlash.
We settled in while the chalk board eraser committee chairmen/chairwomen and student council Sgt. at Arms types we despised as youngsters spent their entire lives honing their skills as absolute…Continue
The Northern states and the Southern states had a disagreement.
Many were relieved that the Civil War had ended.
I'm not going to be jumping in with the "Challenge" idea promoted here and underway.
I expected that soon enough, it would flop.
Past tense. Flopped.
One of the posts now has taken a disgusting turn and seeks to derive laughs by mocking an illness which creates great disability and ultimately can lead to death.
Having had family members who suffered with Parkinson's Disease ( no, this is not my slice of life contribution ) I am particularly offended by…Continue
As emailed to my small group of friends this morning:
Mike, a Sioux Indian, and I sat down in the entrance foyer of our High School and began what grew into a larger gathering of students paying silent homage.
The taunts of a few racist bastards walking by did not faze us.
There is a picture of that…Continue
It's going to be a busy weekend. No time to write for a few days.
Perhaps next week I will set down and write a really scathing post. I hope when you read it you will understand that I am the final arbiter.
If you agree with me please include a note placating me and telling me how advanced I am in my thought process, even if I am not.
If you disagree, expect me to tear into you like some sort of rabid wombat, questioning your entire life experience and…Continue
A couple of things need to happen yet but it appears that the Savage from Scranton will be taking on the Ninny from NYC in a cage match.
Despite hopes that it could be a simple duel in a field with the modern day equivalent of the Wogdon & Barton dueling pistols used in the Burr-Hamilton squabble, current news events and tragedies have tempered the desire for such carnage.
In lieu of such, both fighters have been working out in private, fine tuning their skills and…Continue
Rigging up for battle.
The sky is clear and the wind is light.
It’s the last day of winter.
Gel insoles. Steel toed…Continue
February 14, 1929…Continue
I'm busy wrapping up business for the year, packing and deciding on what to keep of a lifetime accumulation of stuff and where to put a dozen guitars, and other stringed instruments. Where do the big vinyl collection and the books go? Too many books.
Antiques, the good furniture, my slate pool table etc.etc.
Wait....I know where.
At the new house.
I'll drop in and say hello next month.
Be well, healthy and kind to yourself and neighbors.
I read a comment this morning from a favorite writer who mentioned the beauty of his neck of the woods. He mentioned that it is soured by the ignorance and bigotry of many who live there. He mentioned that the roadways are littered, bald tires and broken refrigerators cast off for someone else or more likely nobody to properly dispose of them.
I was struck though that despite this he still sees and wishes for the beauty to prevail.
It can and does in many ways.…Continue
The following is re-posted from Nov. 22, 2013. President John F. Kennedy was assassinated 50 years earlier to the day.
Oswald crouches at the window. The Carcano rifle is resting on the window…Continue