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February 19, 2013

MR. LANGUAGE PERSON

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Whooooie, all those folks on the cruise ship and all that poo-poo hitting the whirly dirley, man-man.  The wife and I booked a cruise the other day, it is scheduled tentatively for this summer on the South Canadian River in McClain County.

It should be okay until we run into the sandbars, then I don’t know what we will do.

A friend of mine and I, have been swapping emails and discussing proper grammar.  Which got me to thinking … often a dangerous thing, let me tell you.  From time to time, I get bad at two things, run on sentences and repeating myself.  Really do not have a clue as to why I am doing this, but I have noticed here of late, I am repeating some of my words in my posts.  This can be fixed.  I will do my best to correct this in the future.  Here is something interesting I came across the other day, the entire post had something like 500 words and a great deal of it read just like this:

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“In the sour tangy scent of gasoline and spilled oil and the glare of the lonely lights, I felt for a moment as though I was standing in the cold wind at a truck stop somewhere at some nameless exit off some nameless highway, anywhere along any of the routes I’ve driven in past three years, from little towns in the middle of the midwest en route to or from Wyoming, or somewhere in the dark of the night in the mountains of Pennsylvania or Virginia, filling the tank of a passenger van or wrestling the truckers’ pumps into the diesel dually, a horse trailer swaying softly in the darkness as the animals within shift their weight, resting their joints from the jostle of motion. I’ve driven nowhere near as many miles as my former-truck-driver father, who I am sure spent countless night standing in the cold to fuel his truck, his breath rising and vanishing in a white cloud about his bowed head, hands shoved in pockets, mind moving from point A to point B, thoughts on the goal destination, the miles traveled, miles left to go, condensing breath mingling with snowflakes in dull gas station lights.”

Incredible.

This might be why people are so stingy with the Like Button or pull up short on commenting.  Now if you are a regular reader of this electronic-digital-rag, then you know I am not known as Mr. Language Person, but this?  Man, something has to be wrong with this.  The first sentence has 125 words before you find a period (.), and the entire paragraph close to 200 words.

Who has time to read stuff like that?

I suppose that is what a WordPress.com reader is all about, it gives you the ability to see the good, along with the bad, and in the course of things, it also shows you what to do and what NOT to do.  Anyway, speaking for myself, I know I can do better on this site and I am going to make an effort to do just that.

All of this reminds me of the old story where a guy decided to check out of the Rat Race and become a Monk.  So he traveled to Tibet, found a monastery and joined the order.  One of the requirements of the monastery he was told he was to limit all conversation to just two words per year.

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The first year he was there, he told the head Monk, “bed hard.”  The second year he was there he again told the head Monk, “Food Bad.”  At the end of the third year, he looked at the Monk and said, “I Quit!”

The head Monk looked at him, shook his head and then replied … “Well, it is no small wonder, all you have done since you got here is complain.”

See you at the Water-Cooler.

OOO

February 15, 2013

So This Is Life?

This morning I don’t know how it came about, but I found myself reading the wordpress.com “adulthood” section.  This came by way of Fresh Pressed, that mythical area of posted non-sense that continues to baffle me.  This morning for instance, I found a webpage that was barely sixty days old, had five posts all total, and in this period of time, just a paltry 47 views.  Nothing earth shattering there for sure. 

 WordPress.com Fresh Pressed is so lame.  

So anyway, I click on this one title that intrigued me, whetted my appetite and it took me to “adulthood.”  I was surprised to find it was populated mainly by kids, and by this I mean young people.  I was expecting to find older folks there, but only one post, was written by someone I would consider older.  There were a few posts sprinkled here and there, written by the just turned twenty-five crowd, and a handful of grateful newlywed’s and new mothers, but most of them were under 30.  

 Which in my world is considered young.  

In the United States we have this social phenomenon entitled labeling, we find it necessary to group each generation that comes down the pike into some form we can readily recognize.  So we dutifully, like ducks in a row, label each and every one.

People born before 1946 are called – The Greatest Generation.  People born between 1946 and 1964 are called – The Baby Boomers People born between 1965 and 1979 are called – Generation X.  And people born between 1980 and 2010 are called – Generation Y.

 Why do we call the last group -Generation Y?  

It could be the attitude of the youngsters that are associated with this generation …  Y should I get a job?  Y should I leave home and find my own place?  Y should I get a car when I can borrow yours?  Y should I clean my room?  Y should I wash and iron my own clothes?  Y should I buy any food?  Y should I do anything when I can get it all for FREE?  But perhaps a cartoonist explained it most eloquently below …

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The thing I found about this that was so intriguing was the outlook, the hope, all the optimism the youngsters had for life.  The attitude that they displayed, as if they had magically, figured it all out (life itself).  At one time in my life, I suppose that I too “had it all figured out” and it was more or less cut and dried for me too.  But life doesn’t work that way.  Doesn’t work that way at all.  

 You see, man hopes, dreams and schemes, and then God smiles.

 That is the way it works.  If you want a nice slice of life, read “The Worry Tree” (linked here and below) it kind of sums it up for me.

Have a Great Weekend … We will see all of you on Monday.

OOO

The long and short of it this week at Creative Endeavors (what folks are reading):

Home page / Archives  
TIME IS RUNNING OUT  
Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)  
Eagle Bus Project Files  
You Don’t Smell Like Flowers (audio)  
It’s Not Easy Being A Hero  
Take Your Pick  
Clear Blue Sky  
The Worry Tree  

February 14, 2013

Slow And Steady

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“All you need to know about everything that matters, and delivered to you before the weekend.  

What a deal … What a deal.” 

LISTEN UP BIG THREE:  A high school student in Grant City, Mo. has come up with a dirt-cheap means of transportation.  He took an old car (1994 Geo Metro) and yanked its engine and put in an electric fork-lift motor that he bought on E-bay for $200.  

The car ran a max of 62 mph and travel more than 30 miles between charges.  It is estimated that it costs roughly .25 cents to re-charge its 12 batteries, which translates to about 200 miles for the price of one gallon of gas.  Now if an 18 year old kid can figure it out, it makes you wonder why the Big Three cannot.  

On the downside (there is always a downside, remember that) contrary to popular opinion, electricity is not free, someone, somewhere, is going to burn something to create it.  Just in case any of you are seriously contemplating building your own electric car.

WE ARE BORN NAKED, WET AND HUNGRY.  THEN THINGS JUST SORT OF GET WORSE:  Here we go again, it seems like a lot of this off the wall loopy crap comes out of Colorado.  I know that John Denver used to sing about “Rocky Mountain High” and all that, but I am beginning to wonder.  

A 6 year old boy was suspended from school for reciting the rap lyric, “I am sexy and I know it.”  He recited this to a female classmate and those in charge, deemed this harmless behavior as sexual harassment and sent him home.  

And everyone wonders why our youth are clearly dysfunctional or appear to be on the surface outright idiots?

POSSIBLYRELATED:  Consider this.  About 93% of all immigrants applying for citizenship correctly answer 6 out ot 10 questions on American History.  Whereas, on the other hand, the same 6-10 questions answered by natural born citizens, only 65% could squeak out the correct answers.

YUP, I GOT HIS FINGER-PRINT RIGHT HERE:   A woman in Japan who had her bag stolen, took it upon herself to chase down her assailant, take the bag back, and in the process …. “Bite off his finger!”  No word whether the police at the crime scene took his finger for fingerprint identification or not.

BAD MOVE FOR SURE:  A University of Iowa student was charged with trying to get into a bar using a stolen driver’s license.  The license just happened to belong to the bouncer at the front door of the club.

CAT OF NINE LIVES:  A cat got stuck inside a washing machine and somehow survived a full wash cycle.  A woman who searched in vain all over her home looking for the cat, happened to spot its wet and soggy looking face appearing thru the washer door in her washroom.  It had survived more than an hour of soaking, tumbling, and drying.  Word has it that she took it to the vet. and he informed her that it had used up seven of its ten lives, but was apparently okay.

And now … A comment from a future member of the Democratic/Republican party.

The Truth Shall Set You Free

OOO

February 13, 2013

TIME IS RUNNING OUT

Open Carry:  If you are going to carry an illegal loaded semiautomatic firearm in New York City, it is probably best to not press your luck by trying to beat a $2 subway fare.  Amazing what people will do and then how much time they have to think about it later on …

How about seven years?   

Droning On:  I noted at the bank today the cover of time magazine had a Military Drone on the front cover.  This past weekend CBS had quite a bit of airtime, devoted to the same subject, it appears that they are hot now.  They are being used not just by the military but police departments, national guard units, you name it.  So far this tool for terrorists has only taken out some 59 known bad guys, but has killed something like 34,000 poor citizens who were listed as “collateral damage.”

Mans’ best doing man’s worst … Fly one over my property and I can assure you “it will not come home.”  If it does it will be full of buckshot from my 12 gauge.

Fifty years of James Bond …  It is kind of slow around here, we are currently being snowed upon which is okay, because we could use the moisture.  So I find this cinema love fest on television, “Fifty Years of James Bond” and I am of course, amazed and amused at the same time.  

Fifty years just doesn’t seem possible and then there is the always engaging Double O Seven loading freshly shot pheasants into the back of a truck on a French Chalet and the tag on the tailgate is there plain to see …. California.

Finally something for us old geezers:  Silicone Valley has introduced the first edition of the new baby boomer computer and keyboard.  Supplies are limited at this time.

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Change the Batteries – Set it to Vibrate – or just remove it:  A prisoner in a Shri Lanka prison was found to have stuffed a cellphone up his wah-zoo (chocolate speedway) and two “hands free” packs with it (good idea).  Everything was going just fine until someone he had just called … returned his call … which did not amuse his handlers in the least.

New Religious Experience in Texas:  Do you owe money on a car?  Finance company banging on the door, here is a tip.  Crush it.  At the same time, save yourself the drudgery of doing lawn mowing this summer, throw in a couple of lawnmowers for good measure.  The Church of Later Day Saints is alive and well, crushing lawnmowers and cars south of the Red River.

Time is running out:  Well, well, well … Here it is the 13th of the month, and of course, a lot of you guys have done nothing to improve your marital status or the relationship you share with “your significant other” and you are for the most part, dead in the water.

Having procrastinated for literally weeks, you find yourself adrift in an ocean full of sharks, and you suddenly discover YOU are the chum.  Oh-my-gosh, down to just one more day, a scant 24 hour period with which to redeem yourself.  Someone needs to throw you a life vest.

As I am a generous sort, I will give you a hint.  

Take her to someplace she has never been, to a place where she can relax, enjoy a good meal, get some rest.  

Flowers are nice, chocolate will work with some girls, and there is always the occasional choochie-coupon to be redeemed.  But if you want to make her happy, take her somewhere for the holiday, wine and dine her.

It works.  On Valentines Day, I asked mine one year, “Can I kiss you in a place you have never been kissed?” and she looked up at me with those big brown eyes, eyes so wide that a man could get lost in and then she said … Omaha Nebraska?

Now I have to go, Dr. Phil is coming on …. “His Girlfriend has Robbed him Blind.” …. Rebecca says her sister has betrayed her by sleeping with the important men in her life;  Steve says his girlfriend keeps stealing his money.

New.

I am just a sucker for love I suppose.

OOO

February 12, 2013

It’s Not Easy Being A Hero

mime-attachment BRIDGING THE GAP:  On  January 9th, a group of Pekin, Illinois bikers were riding west on I-74 when they saw a girl about to jump off the Murray Baker Bridge, so they stopped.

George,  their leader, a big burly man of 53, got off his Harley, walked through a group of gawkers, past the state trooper, and said, “What are you  doing?” She replied, “I’m going to commit suicide.”

While he didn’t want to  appear “sensitive,” he didn’t want to miss a be-a-legend opportunity either, so he asked, “Well, before you jump, why don’t you give me a  kiss?”

So, with no hesitation at all, she leaned back over the railing and did just that. It was a long, deep, lingering kiss followed immediately by another one.

After they finished, George got approval from his biker-buddies, the onlookers, and even the state trooper, and said, “Wow! That was the best kiss I have ever had Honey!  That’s a real talent you’re wasting Sugar Shorts! You could be famous if  you rode with me. Why are you committing suicide?”

“My parents don’t like me dressing up like a girl.”

(It’s still unclear whether she jumped or was pushed)

SOME FOLKS HAVE ALL THE LUCK:  Funny thing about luck, if you are dependent on it and really need a strong dose of it, chances are that it is not likely that will happen in your life.  On the other hand, if you don’t need it, and are just kind of going thru life spinning your wheels, and everything is just fine, it will more than likely hit you like a thunderbolt.  Take these folks in Georgia for instance, they have done it several times.  

GOD’S REPRESENTATIVE SAYS YOUR ARE OVERPAID:  Recently I read where a server at AppleBee’s Restaurants was canned for posting a receipt on the Internet of a cheap female pastor.  I am a strong believer in leaving a tip for a waiter or waitress as the case may be for good service.  If you want a real kick start on your week, leave your waitress a generous tip or pick up the tab on someone else’s meal.  

Clearly (as I see it) there is something inherently wrong about this.  I am also a strong believer or of the opinion that the Bible doesn’t stipulate anywhere that women should be pastors.  But that is just my take on it.  Anywho, (which is a word I am fond of that I also just made up) here is the case in point, you be the judge.  

AH TO BE NINETEEN AGAIN:  On some mornings, when I am sitting at the table, trying to gather it all up and get it together.  I will watch this video, I just love her enthusiasm and her verve, she gets the job done too.  Michelle Jenneke at the olympics.  

Wouldn’t it be great if we could take every hurdle in life, and make small change of it as this girl does, and at the end turn around display a huge smile and give life a hug.  That is what it is all about.

As I have been somewhat verbose this morning (another bad habit I should try to break), I will leave you with one parting thought.  

 “The greatest thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you have been.”

Please stop by and visit us again, and puh-leeze …. tell all your friends.

OOO

February 8, 2013

Martian Chronicles

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Tonight somewhere deep in a hollar in West Virginia a little girl is going to bed, and she is hungry.  In Alabama or Mississippi a little boy wonders what bananas taste like, as he has never tasted one.  In Kentucky and Tennessee folks are really hurting for groceries, in what some have called “The Greatest Country on the face of the planet.”

Not long ago, a friend of mine sent me an interesting link on “How To Get To Mars” that I found extremely interesting and at the same time, somewhat disturbing.  Click Here for: “How to Get to Mars.   It seems that man has all this technology at his fingertips, but instead of stopping to utilize what it is that he has created or discovered, he marches on to other lofty goals and plateaus of discovery, and ignores the problems that surround him on all sides.

It costs a lot of money to go to Mars, or to insert a huge machine into the upper atmosphere and space.  Where is the payback?  How does this huge expenditure of funds (that we apparently do not have) benefit mankind in general?

Meanwhile, back home on earth, our children go to bed at night and quite a few of them are hungry.  We seem to do this everywhere we go and in all the things we do.  I have said it before, “We build bridges and highways in countries where the populace ride a donkey to town, and hate our guts.”  Something is wrong with our priorities in this country, as Jesus said, “Suffer the little children not.”

For my money, I can see no logical reason for us as a nation to be sending anything to Mars or anywhere else for that matter.

Unfortunately, as citizens we have no say-so in how our government spends our tax dollar.  They can reach out to other planets and galaxies with impunity and we have no recourse.  The tragic thing about all this, is that there is unparalleled beauty right here on our planet, but they are too blind to see it.

There is untold beauty and still plenty of mystery to be explored right here on our own planet.

Have a great weekend

OOO

A sampling of what folks have been reading this week at Creative Endeavors.

Home page / Archives  
Hope And A Prayer  
Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)  
One More Mountain To Cross  
The Worry Tree  
Mr. Gorsky  
Chocolate Bars and Happy Dreams  
Good Decorations (audio)  
More Not Fresh Pressed Baloney  
Girl Of My Dreams

Cartoon courtesy of American Progress 

February 7, 2013

Hope And A Prayer

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flagToday I am dedicating a couple of hundred words to the subject of Faded Dreams.  (If you want to bail on it now, I would understand) 

As I understand it, there is a school of thought that says as we age, we tend to remember things of the past and do not necessarily look ahead to the future. 

This could very well be true in my case, as I have a tendency to look back on life now, instead of wonder what might lie ahead of me, which I have to admit in all honesty, often scares the Be-Jesus out of me.  

The Cracker Boy has said to me, “You ought to start a nostalgia page.”  He could be right.

A friend of mine in Reno, Nevada made a comment the other day that has kind of stuck with me all week long.  “He said that we had most likely lived thru America’s Greatest Moments, and that particular time in history, is now long gone. “

And then he put it this way.  He said it was:  A time that was truly special to him, and most likely would never be seen or experienced again.  Both of us being “Baby Boomers” his comment at the time, made a lot of sense.

We grew up in a time when America was stretching her muscles, reaching for and achieving great heights, as a country and a society.  When Hollywood made a movie that had moral character and backbone, when a politician ran for office because he actually thought he could improve things.  We were growing then, we were making things, and the world bought our goods because they were built with pride by a people who knew who they were.

Bring back any memories?

We didn’t have fast food, we had an occasional trip to the Hamburger Stand and real french fries, not all this pre-cooked frozen crap.  Most of the time, supper was a meal prepared at home by Mom, it wasn’t fast, but generally it was always on time.  And if you didn’t like what was on the menu, you could sit there and think about it until you did.  

At suppertime, you didn’t sit there like zombies, your face planted in some electronic device, you had real conversations.

At that time in life, you had ONE SET of parents.  People who plopped down $10K to buy a house on a government loan, a father that went to school on the GI Bill, who wore jeans on the weekend and never heard of a credit card.

You did not ride to school in a car, you walked, if you were lucky, you had a bike to ride.  Plenty of homework and frustration and fear, I still remember having to get under my desk for a “Nuclear Attack Drills” and wondering, “How in the hell is this going to save me?”

We didn’t have a television in our home until I was around 11 years old, and it was black and white, and the remote was either me or my sister.  Later on came color television, with Hoss, Ben, Little Joe and Adam all of them lost each week on Bonanza.  We had Leave It To Beaver, Lucille Ball, Jack Benny and no MTV Jackass. 

Pizzas were not delivered to our home . . . but milk, bread and fruit and vegetables were.  We used to have an ice cream guy come around, we could not afford the ice cream, but every now and then, he would allow us to scoop up a handful of chipped ice.  Which on a hot summer day was often just as good as the real deal.

All newspapers were delivered by boys and all boys delivered newspapers. I delivered a newspaper, seven days a week. Had to get up at 6 o’clock every morning and I had to keep up my grades, bad grades, no newspaper route.  

Which meant no movie money, no candy bars, and no frills.

In the summer we played baseball at the park until the sun went down, in the winter it was football or stomp ball in the rain.  We were outside, we were not overweight, we did not have onset diabetes or polio.  We were living the good life and life was being good to us.

What you remember I suppose, reflects how old that you are.  

How many items you recall is the image of what you have become.  Headlight dimming-switches on the floor of the car.  Ignition switches on the dashboard.  Three speed column shifts, four on the floor.  Using hand signals for cars without turn signals.  How about those big old, ca-chunk, tape players, cannot remember the name of them right now (8 tracks?).

Fake Sweet cigarette candy in a box.  Coffee shops with juke boxes right there in the booth, twenty-five cents, and you got three plays.  All of it music your Dad could not stand, an added bonus.  Skating at the Roller Rink, a kiss in the dark at the school dance. 

Home milk delivery in glass bottles and before bottles, poured into a jug that was left at the front door each morning. Party lines on the telephone.  Girl Scouts and Bluebirds hawking cookies at the front door.  News reels before the movie and not being old enough to sit in the balcony.  Your sister practicing tap dance steps on a hardwood floor.  Skates with a skate key and wooden baseball bats.

TV test patterns that came on at night after the last show and were there until TV shows started again in the morning. (There were only 2 channels.).  Transistor radios and four D size batteries.  Sling shots.  Vinyl records (33-45-78).  Stereo Hi-Fi’s.  Butch Hair cuts (and lot’s of Jelly Wax to make ‘em stand up).

Metal ice trays with levers, a Dr. Pepper bottle with a silver cap full of holes (Mom’s water bottle because she did not have a steam iron). Long drives on the weekend, just for the fun of it, and 18 cent gas.  Gay meant you were happy.

Blue flashbulbs and Brownie Box cameras.  Dick Clark and American Bandstand.  Wash Tub wringers for the chammy’s at the gas station.  A pack of Marlboro’s rolled up in the sleeve of your T-shirt … And the Viet Nam draft.

Perhaps my friend in Reno is right, it could be that the best of it, is now firmly entrenched behind us.  It has gotten to the point where we cannot find one soul who knows how to (lip sync) sing our National Anthem or anyone of strong moral fiber to step up and say … Stop it, this is not right.

It appears that our means of salvation as a nation now is possibly divine intervention and nothing else.  We seem to be running on a hope and a prayer … and not much more than that.

OOO

Possibly Related:  Red Hill

 

February 6, 2013

LIFE IS FRAGILE AT BEST

imgres“For to be free is not merely to cast off one’s chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.”

Nelson Mandela

You can tell the measure of a society by the way they treat their criminals.  Beside’s our lousy economy, we as a nation, also lead the world in prisons and citizens that we have locked down.

Every now and then you will read where in a rush to judgement, we send someone off to our particular version of living hell on earth, without batting an eye, and at the same time, assuring his innocence or guilt beyond a reasonable doubt.  

I am reading an article in the LA Times, where a Texas man has been released from prison after twenty-five years of being wrongly convicted of beating his wife to death.  He has been found to be innocent of the crime by way of DNA evidence and another man will now stand trial for the crime. (Texas also leads the nation in capitol punishment and has even executed a retarded man)  

His trial was two full years before DNA evidence became courtroom-validated and was found acceptable for use in courts in this country as a possible form of un-fallible evidence. 

Think about it, twenty-five years of your life spent behind bars for a crime you did not commit.  

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In the interview he was surprisingly not bitter.  He said it wasn’t all that bad after the second decade, but his overall picture of the trial and subsequent lock-down was “scary, very scary.”  I have also heard of another guy in New Jersey that had the same problem.  

His conviction was for fifteen years, and he sued New Jersey for lost wages and suffering, and eventually won the settlement, which was paid to him “less money paid to his wife for welfare during the period,” which New Jersey said “they were entitled to.”  Which is kind of ironic, they take the man from the family unit and lock him up, leaving the wife to fend for herself with no marketable skills and then claim that they are owned monies for this. 

 What a country.

It’s as if you are waking up from a very bad dream, a dream most of us will never have a hint of what it would be like to have to endure something this cruel and unusual.  Think of Nelson Mandela  all those years locked up in an African prison for what, for nothing more than asserting that he was a free man.  

 It just boggles the mind, at least for me, it does.

Then there is the “what if?” factor.  Where circumstance comes into play, and you get sucked down the modern day version of the rabbit hole.

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At one time or another, I suppose we all wonder who it is that we might be, where it was that we came from, why am I here?  It is only natural in the progression of life to wonder about these things.  

But what if you are shut down in some state or federal prison for no earthly reason, then what?  When you have no logical explanation of your dire circumstance.

Let’s try another one shall we?  

What if you slipped in the shower or fell down some stairs, and when you came awake, you did not know who you were?  How would you handle that?  

Your entire memory is wiped clean by a simple pit fall or stumble.  So one day, you are the CEO of a major corporation and you slip in your office bathroom in Phoenix, Arizona, and wake up in a hospital.  Without a clue of who, what, where, when and why?

 Kind of scary eh.

So to make matters even worse, when the doctor looks at you and says “What is your name?” you have no working knowledge of the word name and you do not know its meaning.  

When introduced to your wife of some 30 years, you do not know what the word “wife” means.

What would you do if you found yourself in this predicament, with untreatable form of memory loss or worse locked down for a major portion of your life.  “What would you do, when you look around the room and survey your world, and nothing, absolutely nothing, registers with you, what then?  When you step outside into the sunlight and find a totally New World?

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Twenty-five years, is a long time.  What do you tell yourself when you do the math,

and your life comes up short, 9,125 days?

Who picks up the tab for that?

OOO

February 5, 2013

El Reno Lite

Filed under: Blogging,Life — ldsrr91 @ 10:24 AM
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Yesterday was a splendid sort of day, temp’s were forgiving and it was a nice day to get outside.  I had to do the wheel thing (Friday post) with my truck and there close by is a small park, so I kind of gravitated over there, to sit for awhile and soak it all in.  The only pressing concern for the entire day was the wheel installation and three letters with windows on them (bills) to stuff in the box at the post office.

It’s a tough job … but someone has to do it.

One of those rare Oklahoma days where you do not have to concern yourself with the ugliness of the political climate in our country.  That special time of the day, when you just know that the telephone isn’t going to ring, why people who send you all these stupid insipid emails are not going to bother you.  Folks who when you return the courtesy of a reply, you never hear from them again.

Stuff like that.

I would almost swear I heard a Robin singing, the first one of spring, but I am not sure, my hearing having disappeared a long, long time ago, to rattling freight trains and screeching tight curves and steel on steel.  Age will do that, take a little from you a little bit at a time.

Several small children there, a couple of girls and a few boys.  The girls are such a treasure, so sweet, so kind, quiet, soft giggles and nice laughs.  The boys on the other hand, are loud and raucous, they are suspended almost as if they are Apes swinging from some make believe jungle canopy, diving from the top of anything they can find and they are competing with each other to see who can garner the most injuries or stop just short of killing themselves.

As I watched them intently and studied their every move I heard the words to a quote I had heard a long time, resonate inside my head.  I think it was Margaret Mead that said:  “It is cruelly arbitrary to put all the play and learning into childhood, all the work into middle age, and all the regrets into old age.”  More and more each day that I live, these words seem to carry even more meaning to me.

I thought of my Dad, now long gone, who said to me one day in frustration, “Son, these are the best days of your life, only you don’t know it.  Try and get your head out of your ____ and enjoy some of it, before it is gone.”  And sadly, how those words were for the most part, wasted on me.

First thing you know, as if it has snuck up on you un-noticed, you find yourself down the road a piece, lost as a goose.  You reach that point where the American Dream starts to unravel a little, and the door gets kicked in, and you get a glimpse of what is inside.

Marriage, family, bills, obligations and look out, you are over thirty-five and reaching for the sky.

Mid life catches you chasing the ball, reaching for that impossible goal of to “just get a little bit ahead” but it never seems within reach.  Turning and burning, to impress all those folks you think seem to matter, when in reality, they aren’t even thinking about you at all.

Then on to what the call “The Golden Years” that time when all the low hanging fruit on the limb has been picked, and everything that is left, is going to take some energy to reach.  That time of life … When at best you will need a ladder to reach what is left on the tree, but you are too tired to walk to the shed to fetch it.

Yesterday, now long gone, was one of those special times in life, when you can finally afford to find time to sit back on a park bench and think about the all “good times” which were always a lot better as you remembered them and not all that tough to endure.

But we all know, it isn’t like that at all.

Super Bowl commercials are popular this week, so here is my pick for the best commercial of the Super Bowl 2013 … It really moved my spirit and I hope it does for you.

Paul Harvey and Dodge.

Thank’s so much for dropping by today, leave us a comment and let us know what YOU are thinking about.

OOO

February 1, 2013

Email Of The Week [020213]

Filed under: Blogging,Life — ldsrr91 @ 9:08 PM
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Elected Officials Are Fundamentally Dishonest

To the Editor:

This letter was forwarded to Barack Obama, John Boehner, Chris Murphy, Dick Blumenthal, Elizabeth Esty, and Harry Reid

I live in Sandy Hook, CT. My family and close friends weren’t harmed on December 14. That day impacted 26 families with an indescribable, staggering pain and anguish. For most of Sandy Hook, it merely affected us with an inescapable intensity of sadness and grief.

Gun control has long been a focus of many in this country. Though I’m not knowledgeable of all the nuances of the Second Amendment, based on the Founding Fathers’ circumstances, it had far more to do with enabling the citizenry to protect themselves against tyrannical government than against local psychopaths. It is about providing a balanced firepower so when King George’s successor came knocking on your door, you could fight back. Government today is no less inclined to abuse its authority than it was then. Based on the absurd and ongoing power grab that is present day Washington, it’s as threatening as ever.

That so many of you view the NRA with its resistance to further restrictions on firearms as intransigent lunatics has far more to do with how you conduct yourselves in office than it does with the NRA’s actions.

You in public office are fundamentally dishonest people. You lead lives of deception at every turn, structuring your lives as comfortably as you can while governing with an indifference and arrogance that is absolutely maddening. When the country is reeling from financial disaster, you waste a trillion dollars on a health care bill we can’t afford and you’ve never read. You claim it’s critical because health care costs are killing this country… no they’re not, you are! You are killing this country. You endorse the ongoing slaughter of millions of unborn children and whine when terrorists are water boarded.

You can’t lecture us right in Newtown High School about not doing enough to keep our children safe, while simultaneously slaughtering the unborn. You fabricate the intense, media laden drama of the fiscal cliff and lack the courage to do anything about truly reforming the obscene gluttony of government. You know you’ll be out of office before the bill comes due… you don’t care and have no integrity nor honor.

You lie whenever and wherever you need to to move forth your agenda. Were you able, you would purge the US of guns… every last gun in the country, if you could. So please forgive Wayne LaPierre and those of us who don’t trust you as far as we can spit. You’re a dishonest lot, motivated by a distorted worldview. If mass murder prevention were truly your goal, you would welcome armed security wherever needed. It is outrageous that we protect our money with far more firepower than we protect our children.

I have never owned a gun, nor wanted to as intensely as right now. You’ll stop restricting guns when only you have them.

Brendan Duffy

4 Chestnut Knoll Drive, Sandy Hook January 8, 2013

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