Luis Chavez … My Favorite Rock Stacker.


This is a public apology to my Friend Luis Chavez.  Today’s topic on Creative Endeavors is Wake Up And Smell the Coffee, it is a piece on racism.  It is serious in its intent and delivery, it is not to be considered either frivolous or amusing. You will find a link to it later on here. 

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Wake Up And Smell The Coffee People …


noun … the belief that all members of each race possess characteristics or abilities specific to that race, esp. so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race or races.

prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on such a belief : a program to combat racism.  racist noun & adjective.

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Go Ahead … Make My Day

A man checked into a bed and breakfast on the ocean front in Maine.  The next morning he woke up to greet the new day and discovered that the beach in front of his room was littered with starfish, hundreds and possibly thousands of starfish.

At the end of the beach he saw one young lad, about 12 or 13 years old, picking them up one at a time, and tossing them back into the ocean.

He walked over to the boy and inquired of him, “What are you doing?” and the boy, without looking up, kept tossing them back into the sea and replied, “I am sending them back.”  The man then said to the young lad, “this is impossible, what difference can it make.”

Again, the boy without so much as looking up, tossed a starfish into the sea and then said … “Makes a difference to this one … and this one … and this.”

I suppose we are all told from an early point in our lives, that most certainly there are going to be things out of our reach.  In my case, it has happened over and over, all thru my childhood and into my adult life.

Early on I remember, I am headed out the door to go to the park and play ball with my buddies and my mother says, “take a jacket with you, it is going to get cold.”

Now being a typical red-blooded American boy, I make my own decision.  I on the other hand reply, “Naw, I don’t need a jacket.”

So she says, “Take the jacket or you don’t go.”  Period.  End of story.  That is the way a Mother deals with youthful misguided rebellion.  Later on in the day, the cold front moves in, and it gets cold.

On another day she says, “If those black kids get in the pool, you get out, they all have diseases.”  And in your heart, even though you are young, something tells you this just isn’t right, but you remember the jacket.  She was after all, right about the jacket.

Having said all that, what is the point?

The point being, you cannot believe everything you see or hear.  That even when the odds are against you in every respect, deep inside you have what it takes to make a difference, you have the ability to reason right from wrong.

A lot of flack this week about Superbowl commercials.  I don’t give a rat’s patooie if Clint Eastwood makes one hundred commercials, if he has the time, the resources, and the will to do it.  Then go for it.  Most of us, will quickly recognize it for what it is, a commercial, which are by nature usually loaded with half-truths, fabrications, and often, outright lies.  It is after all, the nature of the beast.

Here is what I don’t need …. I don’t need anyone in the media to tell me afterwords what it is that he said.  I always cheer up immensely if an attack is particularly wounding because I think, well, if they attack one personally, it means they have not a single political argument left.  Too much of this is “hard sell” and it is (in my case) getting to the point of flat out being revolting.

All these people claiming they have all the answers, and they are going to straighten out the country and get us back where we need to be?   Makes me wonder here, locked down in a blue fly-over state, are they truly going to make a difference or is it just more of the same old crap?

Like my old man was fond of saying … “The best sermons are lived, not preached.”



Racist Okie

Got into what you might call a “spirited conversation” with one of my neighbors.  He seems to think I am racist because I want people to speak English and I don’t think they should be given a driver’s lic. if they cannot speak English or at the very least, be able to read the language.

Because of this disagreement, he tags me a racist, which I don’t think is fair.

Everyone seems to be in such a hurry to scream ‘racism’ these days.

 So, the customer asked, “In what aisle could I find the Polish sausage?”  The clerk looks at him and says, “Are you Polish?”  The guy (clearly offended) says, “Well, yes I am. But let me ask you something. If I had asked for Italian sausage, would you ask me if I was Italian?

Or if I had asked for German Bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German? Or if I asked for a kosher hot dog would you ask me if I was Jewish? Or if I had asked for a Taco, would you ask if I was Mexican?’  If I asked for some Irish whiskey, would you ask if I was Irish?”

The clerk says, “Well, no, I probably wouldn’t!”

With deep self-righteous indignation, the guy says, “Well then, 
why did you ask me if I’m Polish because I asked for Polish sausage?”

The clerk replied, “It’s because you’re in Home Depot.”

Guess it is all in the way you look at things?  I wear quite a few hats, I have been tagged more than once for my views, but racist, I am not.  Oh well, no use diggin’ up a dead-horse to see if it smells bad, let us move on.

I note this morning that everyone seems to be working on New Year’s Resolutions, and writing all about it, the self-appointed Guru’s of the Internet, once again, have it all figured it out.  Some of us who have been around for awhile, can almost see it coming.

There is the Christmas thing.  And then The New Year’s Thing.  The Resolution thing and it goes on and on, almost to the point of being unstoppable.  Might ought to assign it a season of the year, we could call it the “ Silly Season.”

Yeah, that might work.

As for right now, or at least the next four or five days, it is pretty well defined and expected when you come online.  It is all about time.  How much you have left is anyone’s guess, how much of it that is used up is another question, what remains is to be seen  … Use it or lose it is what my Daddy used to say.

2012 is rapidly approaching and is on the horizon as 2011 much like a tired old soldier, slowly fades away.

As for myself, I only make one resolution per year, it is the same old thing year after year.

What is it you ask?

It is this:  “Every year at the beginning of each New Year I make one resolution … to NOT make any resolutions.” 

Sure takes off a lot of the pressure … and I am again “at peace with the world.”

Yeah, sure.

Come on by tomorrow and we will talk about being melancholy and sad at Christmas and the loneliest whale in the world.


Deep In Mississippi

Mississippi State Flag

Mississippi State Flag

My memory not being as razor sharp as it used to be requires me every now and then, to write it down.  I carry in my pocket a small notepad which I use to make notes to myself as the day progresses.  Also have a small pocket recorder about the size of pack of smokes that comes in handy.

Being a prolific story teller I am constantly thinking about a new story for Creative Endeavors and these are two of the things that I use to ensure that my ideas get channeled towards the site.  I also have “business cards” with my logo, address (site) and email and I leave them with my tips at restaurants and here and there.  I do as much as I can to make sure the word gets out, as they say, “whatever works.”

So I am sitting at Jimmy’s Egg the other morning and we are having breakfast, a friend and I, and I get this idea for this story, so I pull out my notepad and I start writing in it.  Then it happens, I cannot for the life of me, figure out how it is that you spell M-i-s-s-is-s-i-p-p-i which was irritating the fizz out of me.

The old brain simply locks up from time to time, and there isn’t much I can do about it.  My kid calls this phenomenon “Brain Farts” for some strange reason ….. His turn is coming … We all get our turn.  Once you turn fifty … Look out!

We all have at this stage in life, “Senior Moments” as my wife calls them. Speaking of senior moments, you hear about the lady that called up the newspaper and demanded to know where her Sunday Paper might be?  The irate customer loudly demanded, wanting to know about her missing Sunday Edition.

Ma’am” said the employee of the newspaper, “today is Saturday … The Sunday Paper is not delivered until tomorrow, on Sunday.” The was quite a long pause on the other end of the telephone and she was heard to mutter …… Well Harold that explains why no one was in church today.”

What was it I was talking about?

Oh yeah, I look at my buddy and I say …  “How do you spell Mississippi?” and he says to me, “The river or the state?”

I need to get some new friends.

One of the things I hate about traveling is you eventually have to stop somewhere and do laundry.  This is one of those unfortunate things you are required to deal with when you are on the road, locating a laundry and doing a load of dirty clothes.  Laundry is … a fact of life.


One hot sultry summer day we found ourselves in this predicament in the Deep South, a small town in Mississippi.  We stopped and parked, got out the laundry bag, which seemed to be exploding with dirty clothes and headed down to a small coin operated laundry on this little main street.  Just a little obscure little town, much like all the towns in the Deep South that time has been frozen and often forgotten.

This place was so small, the City Hall was the top floor of the local Dairy Queen.  No rush hour, no hurry, no worry, nice little park in the center of town.  One of those “its a wonderful life kind of places.”

The laundry was nothing out of the ordinary and not a whole lot of folks inside, we got our stuff out, and commenced to doing the chores.  One lady was in there doing her wash, and she had these two small dinkers with her, beautiful little girls.

Giggling and having a good time, they were a handful to be sure.

As they came around I would smile real big, reach out and touch them, generally speaking “was just having a good time of it all” playing with these little girls.  I hate laundry chores with a passion, and if I can play with the kids, instead of doing laundry.  Well, that is simply a no-brainer, so I went for it.

Then as it happened, the smallest of the two girls, extended her arms for me to pick her up.  As small children will do from time to time.

Not giving it a second thought, I swooped her up into my arms and exclaimed, “You are so dog-gone beautiful girl, I am gonna take you home with me!”  She in turn rewarded me with a loud raucous belly laugh and a huge #3 washtub smile.

Then I noticed that her mother was staring at me strangely and she was crying.  I immediately put the child down and said to her, “Oh, I am so terribly sorry.  I was just playing with her.  I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She looked at me and said, “Where are you people from?”

So I said, “Oklahoma, Okie City.  Why?”

And she said, “No white man from around here, ever picked up one of my babies and said they was beautiful.”

Hard to believe that something like that still persists in this day and age.  But it does.  You can make a difference, start today, change one heart at a time.


Riding The Obama Wave

6a00d8341c4e6153ef00e54f1daa468833-800wiRight now in this country, a lot of people are riding the wave of euphoria that the Obama election has to offer, and it is a pretty good ride.  But with all rides, there will come a day, when it has to end and we will have to step back and face reality.

For the most part, even as America unravels at the seams and comes apart, it is still a fairly good place to live.  And with all things, we still have our fair share of problems to contend with.  One of them being racism which believe it or not, is still very much alive in this country.

Just because we have selected a black man for our Commander in Chief, that doesn’t mean that it will cut off the head of racism in this country.  It is still here, it has for the most part, never went away and it still has to be dealt with.  Unfortunately for a great many Americans it has to be dealt with on a daily basis because of ignorance and the outright stupidity of some.

If you think it is over and a thing of the past, then it is like my momma used to say …. “Mister, if you think this is over, then you have another think comin’.” Which I have to admit, even to this day, I do not understand.

If you want to change America, then you need to think about changing the way we handle our day to day affairs.  You need to stand up and make yourself heard.  You get a racist cartoon that says, “Check this out it is funny.” Send it back and tell them it isn’t.  You see something wrong and it is in your power to stop it … then by all means … Stop it.

Stand up!  Be counted.

A favorite haunt that I frequent has Tex-Mex and I love Tex-Mex food.  I cannot say or name these people because I do not want to get sued, and litigation happy folks still abound in this country, so I am taking the safe route on this one.

I am over there ordering my food and I happen to notice on the menu that there is an item on their menu and it is listed as “The Old Gringo.” So I ask to see the manager and I ask him,“Why is it you have a racial slur on your menu?” and he says, “What racial slur?”

So I point the offending item out to him, educating him to the simple fact that “gringo” is a Mexican term that disparages white people.

He cannot answer me, so I ask for the corporate address of his business.  He then informs me that he doesn’t have time to provide me this information, that he is extremely busy, although the store has only ONE CUSTOMER and that is myself.

I smile and reply, “I understand.”

But as we all know, almost every major corporation in this day and age, have a Internet http://www.address, so I come home Google them, get the address and then I write them a nice comment.  A nice long comment.  Explaining along the way how I just happen to write a blog page at and I have this wonderful following of people that come to it each day and it is read all over the world.  I then dutifully provide them with the address of Creative Endeavors.

Then I ask them about the “gringo” item on the menu.

Telling  them as a WHITE GUY I didn’t appreciate it at all, politely and in no uncertain terms, I suggested that they do something about it.  At that time, I suggested to them that it might be in their best interest to do this, or I might have to address this blatant racist menu item on the Internet and suggest that no one do business with them.

This is called the “implied threat” which surprisingly works rather well.

You know what?  I never received a answer to that email.  But there is good news on the horizon, I am happy to report that a “change” was made.  I was over there yesterday, some three weeks later, and the item is no longer on the menu.

Tell me you cannot do anything about all this anymore.  People will treat you in the manner that YOU allow them to do so.  It is just that way unfortunately, but believe it or not, you have the power to change things right on the tip of your fingers. racism

It’s The Internet.

Step out of your comfort zone and make a difference.


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