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Monday, February 28, 2005
AND ANOTHER THING - - - PUSSYFOOTIN'™ with Lynx >^..^< La Shawn Barber has her own take on the Academy Awards. See it and don't miss the commenters. >^..^< Well, excuuuuuuuuuuuuse me!!! Big Faux Pas it seems not to announce and welcome new members to the blogroll. So without further ado here's a big, Indigo, North Carolina welcome to Chuck of You Big Mouth, You! >^..^< There were other newly-added also. i.e.: The Dirty Ashtray, The Boiling Point, Mr. Helpful. (see links in Blogroll) And maybe even more that I can't readily think of. To those I say, excuuuuuuuuuuuuuse me! I'll try to make a big thing out of adding to the blogroll in the future. (geeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzz) Seriously, guys, I apologize! >^..^< Bloggers are picking up on the "Sound of the South" reissue. Please be advised that the song is "Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah" -- not Zip-It-Dee-Do-Dah. The music may be heard here. About half way down the page, you can see the movie bill from the 1959 release. The original movie was released in 1946. ZIP-A-DEE-DOO-DAH, ya'll!!! I'm trying to find the lyrics - but from memory: Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-A-Dee-Yay! My, oh My - What a wonderful Day. Plenty of sunshine coming my way! Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah! Zip-A-Dee-Yay. Mr. Bluebird on my shoulder; It's the truth; it's actual. Everything is sat-is-factual! Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, etc., etc., And speaking of Academy Awards, this movie received three nominations. One award went to James Bassett who played Uncle Remus and another award went to "Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah" for the best song. Not too shabby. >^..^< He Who Needs No Linkage recalls getting a "butt-whuppin'" to the tune of another 40s tune: Straighten Up and Fly Right, from WW2. >^..^< E-mail welcomed at indigoinsightsAThotmailDOTcom AND THE WINNERS ARE - - - Two of my all time favorites: Anything Clint Eastwood does and the Ray Charles story, which was completed with his total approval, shortly before his death. One of my friends said: "The last time I watched any of that was the time Billy Crystal was wheeled out as Hannibal! And I really didn't care about the Hollywood self-congratulating circle-jerk even then!" And then: "I love reading biographies, never been big on watching them because of the "liberties" they take to make a good story." There shouldn't have been many liberties taken with the Ray Charles biography, since he supervised the script and the filming. And as to reading, I like to read a good biography too, but I've never heard Ray Charles' singing coming out of a book!! However, I must agree with my friend as to his general thesis. I haven't watched the Academy Awards for years either. Not being the slightest interested in the majority of the categories, I stopped watching the annual event long ago. But this year was special to me due to "Ray" being in the running. The movie did not disappoint me and I was even more hopeful for Jamie Foxx after having seen it. I haven't seen "Million Dollar Baby" yet, but I'm looking forward to it. But by and large, it was an Eastwood night, and the small burst of exuberance for Foxx was anticlimatic. Not having seen the Eastwood movie yet, I'll try to curtail my admitted bias, but I just don't see how anybody in "Million Dollar Baby" could have out-acted Jamie Foxx in "Ray". [For instance, did you know that he insisted that his eyes behind the dark glasses be covered so he could better get the "feel" of being blind?] I already admitted I might be a bit biased and any critique I have on the Academy's recognition of "Ray" would have to be that it was all about Foxx and almost nothing about the wonderful man -- no, not just a man, a National Treasure! - that the film portrayed. Oh Well. Nuff sed. Other than that and the return of the Grouchy Old Cripple in Atlanta, it was just another dull, rainy Sunday on the Crystal Coast! Friday, February 25, 2005
Just in from Jennifer Martinez. In its entirety. They Are So Damn Young From the CASBAR Colonel: Sent to me by my old buddy, xxx xxxxx, MG USAF Ret. This is written by a Navy Commander at a port in Kuwait ... No commentary needed, the 3-minute read below says more than a 20-page article could about our warriors and the constitution of our men. "I was going to the gym tonight (really just a huge tent with weights and treadmills), and we had heard that one of the MEUs that had come out of service in the "triangle" was redeploying (leaving country). We saw their convoy roll in to the Kuwait Naval Base as the desert sun was setting. I have never seen anything like this. Trucks and Humvees that looked like they had just come through a shredder. Their equipment was full of shrapnel blast holes, and missing entire major pieces that you could tell had been blasted by IEDs. These kids looked bad too! I mean, sunken eyes, thin as rails, and that 1000-yd. stare they talk about after direct combat. Made me pretty damn embarrassed to be a "rear area warrior". All people could do was stop in their tracks and stare... and feel like me...like I wanted to bow my head in reverence. A Marine Captain stationed with me, was standing next to me, also headed to the gym. He said, "Part of 1st Brigade Combat Team, 8th Marines, sir. Took the heaviest losses of any single unit up north as part of Task Force Danger, sir." As the convoy rolled up, all of us watching just slowly crept toward these kids as they dismounted the Hummers and 5-tons. Of course, we were all shiny and clean compared to these warriors. This kids looked like they had just crawled from Iraq. I had my security badge and ID around my neck, and started to help them unload some of their duffle bags. A crusty Gunny came up to me and said "sir, you don't have to do that..." I said, "Gunny... yes I do..." They all looked like they were in high school, or younger!! All held themselves sharply and confident, despite the extreme fatigue you could tell they had endured. "You guys out of the triangle?" I asked. "Yes, sir." 14 months, and twice into the grinder, sir" (both fights for Fallujah). All I could do was throw my arm around their shoulders and say "thanks Marine, for taking the fight to the bad guys...we love you man." I looked at these young kids, not one of them complaining or showing signs of anything but focus, and good humor. 'Sir, they got ice cream at the DFAC, sir?" "I haven't had real ice cream since we got here..." They continued to unload...and after I had done my handshakes and shoulder hugs, the Captain and I looked at each other ... They want ice cream, we'll get them ice cream. You see, a squid O-5 and a focused Marine O-3 can get just about anything, even if the Mess is closed. Needless to say, we raided the closed DFAC, much to the chagrin of one very pissed off Mess Sergeant and grabbed boxes of ice cream sandwiches (as many as we could carry), and hustled back to the convoy. I felt like Santa Claus. "Thank you, sir.." again and again from each trooper, as we tossed up the bars to the guys in the trucks. I'm thinkin', "Son, what the hell are you thanking me for? I can't thank you enough." And they are so damned young ... I will sleep well, knowing they are watching my back tonight." SEMPER FI Jennifer sends on 10:44 AM | Comments (0) | Trackbacks (0) "OPERATION STARS & STRIPES" C/O CHARTER ONE BANK JOLIET AVE LYONS, ILLINOIS 60534 ObDrop GOC has been asking for linkage on this. Sorry about my dilatory response, GOC. Been meaning to link it but forgot to make a note. (SMs, ya know!) DELAYED PUSSYFOOTIN'™ with Lynx >^..^< So who's running BlogSpot now anyhow? A bunch of Islamists? I posted a generic prayer in conjunction with the Gresham Memorial Ceremony and haven't been able to get back on my site since. It is now 11:00 pm Thursday night. Maybe after midnight. (hmmm -good name for a song!) UPDATE: Nope, it didn't work after midnight either. Now 1:00 am Friday. >^..^< This guy says "Blah, Blah, Blah" to Blogging. >^..^< For a treat in hilarity and truisms, try this Hog - er - Blog. TY to Baldilocks. >^..^< That Straight White Guy has "borrowed" a very special e-mail. Everything I've ever admired about a Marine --- all here in one blog!!! Read all the way to the end so you can enjoy the commentary on the Kansas City Chiefs ball game. This one teared up this Marine-loving ole granny!!! >^..^< Mike King runs headline: "Hell freezes over: 'Song of the South' due out on DVD in 2006!" Wouldn't it be ironic if it became a big hit? Again. Call me Pollyanna, but I think we're all adult enough to enjoy this classic movie. >^..^< Retired Marines set up a security watch around the North Carolina home of accused 2nd Lt. Ilario Pantano, after a Pakistan-connected Web site depicted a beheading of the Marine Corps officer. FBI has opened an investigation after a Web site established by the officer's mother was shut down by repeated cyberattacks that might have come from Pakistan. The Web site is up again now. >^..^< La Shawn Barber has a say (and many comments) on the recent Bill Cosby flap. >^..^< Just for a test, how about going over to Spudlets and tell him not to quit blogging. He's in a funk over low hits. (my diagnosis) Whatever. We need Spudlets for balance in this crazy blogosphere. >^..^< Michelle Malkin has just about everything you'd ever need to know about the Ward Churchill fiasco. I mean EVERYTHING you need to know!!! >^..^< Are you up to date on Charm Offensive? This guy is. >^..^< A senior pearl from the mailbox here >^..^< UPDATE: Rivrdog has a beautiful blog on the Memorial Ceremony in Gresham. Please go read it and see the pictures. Very impressive. Thanks to Rivrdog for the presentation. It was very meaningful to me, and I'm sure to others. INCOMING from Jimmy, Ayden, NC Subject: Fw: A REAL MAN The room was full of pregnant women, with their partners. The Lamaze class was in full swing. The instructor was teaching the women how to breathe properly, and was telling the men how to give the necessary assurances to their partners at this stage of the pregnancy. She said: "Ladies: remember that exercise is GOOD for you. Walking is especially beneficial. It strengthens the pelvic muscles and will make delivery that much easier!" She looked at the men in the room. "And gentlemen, remember: you're in this together. So it wouldn't hurt you to go walking with your partner." The room suddenly got very quiet as the men absorbed this information. Then a man at the back of the room slowly raised his hand. "Yes?" asked the teacher. "I was just wondering," the man said, "is it all right if she carries a golf bag while we walk?" SENIOR MOMENTS ** Reporters interviewing a 104 year-old woman: "And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked. She simply replied, "No peer pressure." ** An elderly woman from Brooklyn decided to prepare her will and make her final requests. She told her rabbi she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Bloomingdales. "Bloomingdales?" the rabbi exclaimed. "Why Bloomingdales?" "Then I'll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week." ** Morris, an 82 year-old man, finally went to the doctor to get a physical. A few days later the doctor saw Morris walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman on his arm. A couple of days later the doctor spoke to Morris and said, "You're really doing great, aren't you?" Morris replied, "Just doing what you said, Doc: 'Get a hot mamma and be cheerful.'" The doctor said, "I didn't say that. I said, 'You've got a heart murmur. Be careful.'" The great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do. ~~ Walter Bagehot The ordinary moments are where life comes to life. What you do with the ordinary moments can play a major role in the way your life progresses. ~~ Ralph Marston Thursday, February 24, 2005
Father/Mother Spirit - Please Bless and be with those gathering in Gresham to honor Sgt. Adam Plumondore. Place your hand of peace and comfort upon the shoulders of the brave parents and welcome Adam's spirit into your eternal care. Wednesday, February 23, 2005
In Memoriam, a poem for Adam WHY ADAM WENT TO WAR Sandstorms roil the sterile soil Of that foreign, arid place, And terror-men open wide a mouth Etched on a hate-filled face. The death-car blast struck Adam down And, he in that moment gave A life well-lived, afore, To set men free of the grave. Past time it was when men drew down Bronze statues from on high; That struck Iraqi ground with pride So dust and cheer could fly. He lived to see that parch-ed land Count off and then display With purple digits held on high Their love of Freedom’s fray. What, one Gresham fighting man To free millions from cold chains? N’er noble words, nor gracious plan Could make such real gains. Freedom bought at such a cost, Where glory's priced so steep: The names of all such good men lost Must memory's Herald keep. Enroll him now, our God we pray So all may know the score And knowing it, remind ourselves Why Adam went to war. by George Schneider, 20 February, 2005 Inspired by and edited from a work by Grim, of “Grim’s Hall” blog, at: http://grimbeorn In Memoriam, a Correction The United States Army has moved the time for the Fort Lewis Memorial Service for Sgt. Adam Plumondore up to 1030 on 022405, still at the Main Post Chapel on post at 9th and Liggett. A local service here in Gresham, OR has also been announced, here at the Greater Gresham Baptist Church on SE Division Drive, just east of SE Kane Drive. The service will be at 10:00am on Tuesday, the First of March, 2005. I live only a couple of miles from this church, and will be happy to offer assistance to any persons from out of town who are coming in for the service. Reply to perspac(insert the "at" symbol)yahoo(insert a dot)com for assistance. See details at Rivrdog and Kim DuToit The service will be taking place at 1:00 pm EST tomorrow. Please join me in a moment of silence for Sgt. Plumondore at this time if possible. -- Indigo Monday, February 21, 2005
WELCOME HOME, HEROES! Highway 24, between Morehead City (port) and Camp LeJeune, was renamed Freedom Way in conjunction with Desert Storm. In the median between the four traffic lanes there are 241 Bradford pear trees planted along a few miles of Freedom Way, reminiscent of Burma Shave signs. These are very pretty flowering trees, indigenous to the Southeast, which herald early Spring with lovely white blossoms. Freedom Way continues to the Beirut Memorial. The 241 trees represent the 241 Marines who were murdered in their sleep by the "peaceful" Islamists who drove a suicide truck of explosives into their barracks. Those of us who live along Freedom Way are currently preparing for the busses that will be bringing home our warriors from Iraq. On the marquee of a Great Western hotel near my home: "Welcome Military and Families." Finishing touches along Freedom Way have been popping up for days. The locally famous "Sheet Fence" (link and scroll to Welcome Home) is ready to welcome returnees. And I'm sure the Town of Swansboro is also prepared. Swansboro is the last little town on the bus route before arriving at Camp LeJeune. That's where the busses are somehow slowed down enough for the townspeople to hand pizza and beer into the windows to the happy returnees. There's just about enough time to finish off the pizza and beer before the bus gets to the first of the Bradford pear trees. Those trees are a sober reminder to our guys and gals of why they were deployed. Later that night, they will not be so sober! Jacksonville will be the party place of the East Coast! A Marine can work up a great thirst during a year in Iraq! A grateful civilian populace says Welcome Home, Marines and Sailors! We thank you and love you! Semper Fi!! Saturday, February 19, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
INCOMING from Christina, Swansboro, NC WHO SAYS COPS DON'T HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR? "Relax, the handcuffs are tight because they're new. They'll stretch out after you wear them awhile." "Take your hands off the car, and I'll make your birth certificate a worthless document." "If you run, you'll only go to jail tired." "Can you run faster than 1,200 feet per second? In case you didn't know, that is the average speed of a 9 mm bullet fired from my gun." "So you don't know how fast you were going. I guess that means I can write anything I want on the ticket, huh?" "Yes Sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don't think it will help. Oh, did I mention that I am the shift supervisor?" "Warning! You want a warning? O.K., I'm warning you not to do that again or I'll give you another ticket." "The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?" "Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on carousels, eat cotton candy, and step in monkey poop." "Yeah, of course we have a quota system. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven." "Just how big were those two beers?" "No sir we don't have quotas anymore. We used to have quotas but now we're allowed to write as many tickets as we want." "I'm glad to hear the Chief of Police is a good personal friend of yours. At least you know someone who can post your bail." "So you didn't see the speed limit sign huh? Good thing it didn't say, ' BRIDGE OUT.' " "You didn't think we give pretty women tickets? You're right. We don't. Sign here." ASININE PONDERABLES Author unknown -- Carlin or Wright are suspected Why does a round pizza come in a square box? What disease did cured ham actually have? How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage? If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing? If you drink Pepsi at work in the Coke factory, will they fire you? Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV? SENIOR MOMENTS I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over. PUSSYFOOTIN'™ with Lynx >^..^< Check out the Protest Warrior. Thanks to Da Goddess for the link. >^..^< The Sailor in the Desert has a great piece by Peggy Noonan about US!! The Pajamahadeen! >^..^< The always fair and balanced Yorkie Lady was surfing around CNN and found this story. Great story that again reminds us of the largesse of some American corporations: "His employer, Sears, will make up the difference in pay while he's in Iraq, an assignment Chennault thinks will last seven or eight months. " >^..^< McGehee beat me to that Peggy Noonan piece - - but The Sailor beat him by two minutes!!!! heh Smart bloggers, both. >^..^< The Grouchy Old Cripple in Atlanta seems to have found the drug of choice for many of us. Now if our doctors will only write us the prescriptions. >^..^< Don't tell him I said so, but I really think The Grouchy Old Cripple of Winston-Salem is tickled to be back at his keyboard after his vacation. He's blogging up a storm!!! >^..^< That Happy Little Speaking Dog is really UP in this post. It gets the 'cute' award from me! (CUTE ALERT to Acidman, who doesn't need linkage, but polite is as polite does!) >^..^< After reading Paratus' tips on survival, I'm all worn out. Think I'll go to bed now. >^..^< indigoinsights AT hotmail DOT com UPDATE: From Pam's House Blend: Third N.C.-Based Soldier Dies After Exhibiting Flu-Like Symptoms. PLEASE READ! Thursday, February 17, 2005
There's nothing I could write today that would come close to this inspiring story. FORT SAM HOUSTON, Texas (Feb. 15, 2005) Debby Schick arrived here at Brooke Army Medical Center sad and afraid of what lay ahead. Her son, Marine Cpl. Jacob Schick, had been medevaced here after his Humvee hit an anti-tank mine in Iraq, severing his right leg just below the knee. With a long recuperation ahead for him, Debby left her Dallas home and put her career as an interior decorator on hold to be by her son's side as he began the long process of treatments and therapy. What she didn't expect was that she'd get the opportunity to put her professional skills to use to make life just a little bitter nicer for her son and other service members being treated here for wounds received in Iraq and Afghanistan. Another great story about our Marines and the parents who support them. Read it all here. Wednesday, February 16, 2005
This is where I live. This is why I'm proud to live here. CHERRY POINT - Deploying Marine Cpl. Chris Clerico got a tearful farewell from his mother Tuesday at Cherry Point Marine Corps Air Station. "He wanted to be a Marine and I feel that's what he really is, a true Marine," Arlene Clerico said of her son. "We just want him to come home safe. We'll miss him, of course." Read the entire article here and maybe you'll get a feel for how proud I am every day to be surrounded by United States Marines. The link is from the official website of the Corps. "The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!" ~Eleanor Roosevelt, 1945 Monday, February 14, 2005
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ! And what a romantic day for a wedding! Congratulations and many good wishes to Mr. and Mrs. Chuck MyGuts! PUSSYFOOTIN™ >^..^< Welcome home Wandering BlogSon. Playing a whole lot of catch-up! And the travel tales and pics haven't even started yet! >^..^< I've been complaining about the cold!! Thanks for the reality check, Pam. It would seem to be a good time to send extra warm prayers to our guys and gals in Afghanistan. >^..^< Anton's new auto repair shop has been open a week now. If you need auto work, stop by. I think he's in California somewhere. He's already getting a lot of blog material! I always liked his blog because he blogrolled me as an "Exotic Dancer" -- WOW! Not lately, Anton. But thanks for the lift!! >^..^< Laughing Wolf has a unique animal husbandry blog on the mating habits of -- you guessed it -- wolves. >^..^< Another animal story from Val Prieto at Babalu Blog, via Laughing Wolf, this one a touching, sad, but oh so typical tale. >^..^< I never cease to be amazed at who visits this crazy site during the night. Wouldn't you think this guy would be in bed getting his proper rest? Really! But I guess it's not the middle of the night where he is. >^..^< And as to strange visitors in the middle of the night: What's up with this? This is a regular pop-up on Indigo Insights, sometime two or three times a day. Downright weird. What foreign government is watching me? INCOMING Anonymous, in Virginia Remember the guy who got on a plane with a bomb built into his shoe and tried to light it? Did you know his trial is over? Did you know he was sentenced? Did you see/hear any of the judge's comments on TV/Radio? Didn't think so. Everyone should hear what the judge had to say. Ruling by Judge William Young, US District Court. Prior to sentencing, the Judge asked the defendant if he had anything to say. His response: After admitting his guilt to the court for the record, Reid also admitted his "allegiance to Osama bin Laden, to Islam, and to the religion of Allah," defiantly stated "I think I will not apologize for my actions," and told the court "I am at war with your country." Judge Young then delivered the statement quoted below: January 30, 2003, United States vs. Reid. Judge Young: "Mr. Richard C. Reid, hearken now to the sentence the Court imposes upon you. On counts 1, 5 and 6 the Court sentences you to life in prison in the custody of the United States Attorney General. On counts 2, 3, 4 and 7, the Court sentences you to 20 years in prison on each count, the sentence on each count to run consecutive with the other. That's 80 years. On count 8 the Court sentences you to the mandatory 30 years consecutive to the 80 years just imposed. The Court imposes upon you each of the eight counts a fine of $250,000 for the aggregate fine of $2 million. The Court accepts the government's recommendation with respect to restitution and orders restitution in the amount of $298.17 to Andre Bousquet and $5,784 to American Airlines. The Court imposes upon you the $800 special assessment. The Court imposes upon you five years supervised release simply because the law requires it. But the life sentences are real life sentences so I need go no further. This is the sentence that is provided for by our statutes. It is a fair and just sentence. It is a righteous sentence. Let me explain this to you. We are not afraid of you or any of your terrorist co-conspirators, Mr. Reid. We are Americans. We have been through the fire before. There is all too much war talk here and I say that to everyone with the utmost respect. Here in this court, we deal with individuals as individuals and care for individuals as individuals. As human beings, we reach out for justice. You are not an enemy combatant. You are a terrorist. You are not a soldier in any war. You are a terrorist. To give you that reference, to call you a soldier, gives you far too much stature. Whether it is the officers of government who do it or your attorney who does it, or if you think you are a soldier. You are not----- you are a terrorist. And we do not negotiate with terrorists. We do not meet with terrorists. We do not sign documents with terrorists. We hunt them down one by one and bring them to justice. So war talk is way out of line in this court. You are a big fellow. But you are not that big. You're no warrior. I've know warriors. You are a terrorist. A species of criminal that is guilty of multiple attempted murders. In a very real sense, State Trooper Santiago had it right when you first were taken off that plane and into custody and you wondered where the press and where the TV crews were and he said: "You're no big deal." You are no big deal. What your able counsel and what the equally able United States attorneys have grappled with and what I have as honestly as I know how tried to grapple with, is why you did something so horrific. What was it that led you here to this courtroom today? I have listened respectfully to what you have to say. And I ask you to search your heart and ask yourself what sort of unfathomable hate led you to do what you are guilty and admit you are guilty of doing. And I have an answer for you. It may not satisfy you, but as I search this entire record, it comes as close to understanding as I know. It seems to me you hate the one thing that to us is most precious. You hate our freedom. Our individual freedom. Our individual freedom to live as we choose, to come and go as we choose, to believe or not believe as we individually choose. Here, in this society, the very wind carry freedom. It carry it everywhere from sea to shining sea. It is because we prize individual freedom so much that you are here in this beautiful courtroom. So that everyone can see, truly see, that justice is administered fairly, individually, and discretely. It is for freedom's sake that your lawyers are striving so vigorously on your behalf and have filed appeals, will go on in their representation of you before other judges. We Americans are all about freedom. Because we all know that the way we treat you, Mr. Reid, is the measure of our own liberties. Make no mistake though. It is yet true that we will bare any burden; pay any price, to preserve our freedoms. Look around this courtroom. Mark it well. The world is not going to long remember what you or I say here. Day after tomorrow, it will be forgotten, but this, however, will long endure. Here in this courtroom and courtrooms all across America, the American people will gather to see that justice, individual justice, justice, not war, individual justice is in fact being done. The very President of the United States through his officers will have to come into courtrooms and lay out evidence on which specific matters can be judged and juries of citizens will gather to sit and judge that evidence democratically, to mold and shape and refine our sense of justice. See that flag, Mr Reid? That's the flag of the United States of America. That flag will fly there long after this is all forgotten. That flag stands for freedom. And it always will. Mr. Custody Officer. Stand him down. God bless America So, how much of this Judge's comments did we hear on our TV sets? We need more judges like Judge Young, but that's another subject. Pass this around. Everyone should and needs to hear what this fine judge had to say. Powerful words that strike home. SENIOR MOMENTS An elderly couple had dinner at another couple's house, and after eating, the wives left the table and went into the kitchen. The two gentlemen were talking, and one said, "Last night we went out to a new restaurant and it was really great. I would recommend it very highly." The other man said, "What is the name of the restaurant?" The first man thought and thought and finally said, "What is the name of that flower you give to someone you love? You know... the one that's red and has thorns." "Do you mean a rose?" "Yes, that's the one," replied the man. He then turned towards the kitchen and yelled, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?" ASININE PONDERABLES Author unknown (Carlin or Wright are suspected) How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered? If money doesn't grow on trees then why do banks have branches? Since bread is square, then why is sandwich meat round? Why do you have to "put your two cents in".. . but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to? Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity? Sunday, February 13, 2005
Still in the throes of Zoster and hadn't planned to post today. But I received some beautiful words from my beautiful friend, Carolyn, and they cry out to be shared. Please open your heart to these quotations, even though many of the authors you may not be familiar with. Carolyn is a spiritual artist and finds material in places and books that most of us never see. INCOMING from Carolyn, Wallace, NC I included some quotes for you below, some food for thought and points to ponder. Enjoy. "I will greet this day with love in my heart. And how will I do this? Henceforth will I look on all things with love and I will be born again. I will love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for it shows me the stars. I will welcome happiness for it enlarges my heart; yet I will endure sadness for it opens my soul. I will acknowledge rewards for they are my due; yet I will welcome obstacles for they are my challenge." ~~Og Mandino "Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is of little love." ~~Erich Fromm "Let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit. For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of it's own mystery is not love but a net cast forth, and only the unprofitable is caught... And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things, the heart finds it's morning and is refreshed." ~~Kahlil Gibran There is a wonderful, mystical law of nature that the three things we crave most in life - - happiness, freedom, and peace of mind - - are always attained by giving them to someone else. ~~Unknown Friendship improves happiness and abates misery by doubling our joy and dividing our grief. ~~Anon "Sometimes our light goes out but is blown into a flame by another human being. Each of us owes deepest thanks to those who have rekindled this light." ~~Albert Schweitzer Don't sacrifice your life to work and ideals. The most important things in life are human relationships. I found that out too late. ~~Katherine Prichard A good heart is better than all the heads in the world. ~~Edward Lytton Joy exists only in self-acceptance. Seek perfect acceptance, not a perfect life. ~~Anon Friday, February 11, 2005
Local Marines attend Super Bowl MARINE CORPS BASE CAMP LEJEUNE, N.C. (Feb. 8, 2005) The Cleveland Browns didn't make it to Super Bowl XXXIX, but the spirit of the game rang true as their generosity sent approximately 30 II Marine Expeditionary Force Marines and sailors to Jacksonville, Fla., for the game. The Cleveland Browns donated Super Bowl tickets to the Marines through their Hats Off to Our Heroes program - a program honoring members of the military for the protection of our country. Among the Marines present for the game was one Bronze Star recipient and multiple Purple Heart recipients. Please read the entire article here and see the pictures of some happy Marines. From Jennifer Martinez, more news from Camp LeJeune. This about Lance Corporal James B. Miller. I've been wondering when he would surface again. Welcome home, local hero and celebrity! INCOMING from Kristi, Greenville, NC A Hole in One A rabbi loved to play golf, but he never seemed to have time. He couldn't play on Shabbat, there was religious school on Sundays, and on days off, something always comes up. But, amidst all the activity of the High Holidays, he got a very early tee time before services on Yom Kippur. A passing angel saw him and reported to the Lord. "I'll take care of him," was the casual response, and the angel hurried back to the golf course to watch. On the next hole, the rabbi got a hole in one. Baffled, the angel returned to question the Lord. "Weren't you going to punish him for playing golf on Yom Kippur, the holiest day on the Jewish calendar?" the angel asked. "He just got a hole in one!" "I know," replied the Lord. "But who's he going to tell?" INCOMING from Greg, Ayden, NC Subject: BEWARE OF NEW SCAM WARNING!!!!!!! This new scam is being pulled mainly on us older men. What happens is that when you stop for a red-light a young, nude woman comes up and pretends to be washing your windshield. While she is doing this, another person opens your back door and steals anything in the car. They are very good at this. They got me 7 times Monday and 5 times Wednesday. I wasn't able to find them today. Another uncomfortable day at the keyboard. But when I got the following email from my old buddy, Jimmy, I just couldn't NOT post it. It may be one of those that has been around and just missed my Inbox, but it is new to me today! INCOMING from Jimmy, Ayden, NC THE LARK PROGRAM A person wrote a letter to the White House complaining about the treatment of a captive insurgent (terrorist) being held in Guantanamo. Attached is a copy of a letter they received back: The White House 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue Washington, D.C. ,20016 Dear Concerned Citizen: Thank you for your recent letter roundly criticizing our treatment of the Taliban and Al Qaeda detainees currently being held at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Our administration takes these matters seriously, and your opinion was heard loud and clear here in Washington. You'll be pleased to learn that, thanks to the concerns of citizens like you, we are creating a new division of the Terrorist Retraining Program, to be called the "Liberals Accept Responsibility for Killers" program, or LARK for short. In accordance with the guidelines of this new program, we have decided to place one terrorist under your personal care. Your personal detainee has been selected and scheduled for transportation under heavily armed guard to your residence next Monday. Ali Mohammed Ahmed bin Mahmud (you can just call him Ahmed) is to be cared for pursuant to the standards you personally demanded in your letter of admonishment. It will likely be necessary for you to hire some assistant caretakers. We will conduct weekly inspections to ensure that your standards of care for Ahmed are commensurate with those you so strongly recommended in your letter Although Ahmed is a sociopath and extremely violent, we hope that your sensitivity to what you described as his "attitudinal problem" will help him overcome these character flaws. Perhaps you are correct in describing these problems as mere cultural differences. He will bite you, given the chance. We understand that you plan to offer counseling and home schooling. Your adopted terrorist is extremely proficient in hand-to-hand combat and can extinguish human life with such simple items as a pencil or nail clippers. We do not suggest that you ask him to demonstrate these skills at your next yoga group. He is also expert at making a wide variety of explosive devices from common household products, so you may wish to keep those items locked up, unless (in your opinion) this might offend him. Ahmed will not wish to interact with your wife or daughters (except sexually) since he views females as a subhuman form of property. This is a particularly sensitive subject for him, and he has been known to show violent tendencies around women who fail to comply with the new dress code that Ahmed will recommend as more appropriate attire. I'm sure they will come to enjoy the anonymity offered by the burka - over time. Just remind them that it is all part of "respecting his culture and his religious beliefs" - wasn't that how you put it? Thanks again for your letter. We truly appreciate it when folks like you, who know so much, keep us informed of the proper way to do our job. You take good care of Ahmed - and remember...we'll be watching. Good luck! Cordially...Your Buddy, Don Rumsfeld Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Nothing meaningful in the Blue Room today. So check out the following blogs that made the PUSSYFOOTIN™ list. Some good stuff down there. PUSSYFOOTIN™ >^..^< BlackFive has a meaningful memorial for Staff Sgt. Zachary Ryan Wobler, 24, a member of the Army's 82nd Airborne Division in Fort Bragg, N.C. >^..^< The Sailor in the Desert has blogrolled EasonGate and has linked to this site for signatures on the partition to force CNN to release the Eason Jordan tape. Sailor reports, you decide. >^..^< Michelle Malkin hits a home run on the Eason Jordan fiasco too. >^..^< Who is Reginald G. Jones? Alphecca has the story. >^..^< Mike King rebuts the British press on their snide review of our Super Bowl. You tell 'em, Mike. >^..^< Baldilocks left her blog in good hands, but I miss my Baldi-girl. Good job, Guest Bloggers! >^..^< Via Da Goddess' comments, I see that Gregory Walters is a passenger in the "back/neck probs" boat. He even started a blog to have something to do during his recuperation following surgery. Unfortunately, the URL was not available. Mail it in, Gregory and I'll send my 4 readers over to read what you have to say. [indigoinsightsathotmaildotcom] >^..^< Seems there's an internet site for everything now. Need your monitor screen cleaned? Go here. [Acidman,yours may be clean enough without this service.] >^..^< Mike the Marine offers his services to help move malcontents to Canada, thereby strengthening the American gene pool. Good read. >^..^< Don't miss Jennifer Martinez's thoughts on Perceived Cowardice. In fact, check with Jen often. Some days she tells exactly how she feels! heh >^..^< Looks like Chuck is going to live to continue worrying the living heck out of poor GF. Maybe with the money he'll be saving, he CAN pay for the wedding. >^..^< Grouchy Old Cripple in Atlanta has his say on Social Security. Don't miss it. >^..^< You've just got to read Rivrdog going on about some of his pet peeves for yourself. In fact, he's been on a roll for two days. Go there and be both enlightened and entertained. >^..^< The Dirty Ashtray girl has her own kinder and gentler way of airing her complaints and disappointments, but does so succinctly and under fire. You go, Girl! >^..^< SlagleRock is sponsoring a very interesting and unique contest. Want to enter? >^..^< Boudicca answers difficult questions in the most entertaining way! Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Posted on Mon, Feb. 07, 2005 Son's death didn't sway his father's patriotism BY RICHARD HYATT Staff Writer Ledger-Enquirer Columbus, GA To his father, Cpl. Mark Prevatt is forever 20, a United States Marine proud of his uniform and proud of his service. He'd be 42 now -- probably a husband and maybe a father -- making kitchen cabinets in the shop his grandfather opened in 1950. A Sunday morning in Beirut swept away Prevatt's future and the future of 240 other Marines who were sleeping in their barracks on Oct. 23, 1983. The scene is all too familiar in today's world. A truck loaded with explosives brazenly drove into the U.S. compound. The young Americans never woke up. Sixteen days later, on the tarmac at the Columbus Municipal Airport, Victor Prevatt welcomed home his son. He arrived on a Delta flight in a cardboard carrier. On the side of the box, in large green letters, was a warning: "Handle with extreme care." Continue reading the Prevatt story here. From the official website of the United States Marine Corps. INCOMING from Greg, Ayden, NC SLOW DANCE Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow?" And in your haste, Not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch, Let a good friendship die 'Cause you never had time To call and say,"Hi" You'd better slow down. Don't dance so fast. Time is short. The music won't last. When you run so fast to get somewhere You miss half the fun of getting there. When you worry and hurry through your day, It's like an unopened gift - Thrown away. Life is not a race. Do take it slower. Hear the music Before the song is over. Monday, February 07, 2005
INCOMING from Jimmy, Ayden, NC Seniors We went to breakfast at a restaurant where the "seniors' special" was two eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast for $1.99. "Sounds good," my wife said. "But I don't want the eggs." "Then I'll have to charge you two dollars and forty-nine cents because you're ordering a la carte," the waitress warned her. "You mean I'd have to pay for not taking the eggs?" My wife asked incredulously. "I'll take the special." "How do you want your eggs?" "Raw and in the shell," my wife replied. She took the two eggs home. DON'T MESS WITH SENIORS! Just remember, when you're over the hill, you pick up speed. ~~Charles M. Schultz INCOMING from Christina, Swansboro, NC A father walks into a book store with his young son. The boy is holding a quarter. Suddenly, the boy starts choking, going blue in the face. The father realizes the boy has swallowed the quarter and starts panicking, shouting for help. A well dressed, attractive and serious looking woman, in a blue business suit is sitting at a coffee bar reading a newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. At the sound of the commotion, she looks up, puts her coffee cup down, neatly folds the newspaper and places it on the counter, gets up from her seat and makes her way, unhurried, across the book store. Reaching the boy, the woman carefully drops his pants; takes hold of the boy's testicles and starts to squeeze and twist, gently at first and then ever so firmly. After a few seconds the boy convulses violently and coughs up the quarter, which the woman deftly catches in her free hand. Releasing the boy's testicles, the woman hands the coin to the father and walks back to her seat in the coffee bar without saying a word. As soon as he is sure that his son has suffered no ill effects, the father rushes over to the woman and starts thanking her saying, "I've never seen anybody do anything like that before, it was fantastic. Are you a doctor?" " No," the woman replied. "Divorce attorney." One day in retrospect the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful. ~~Sigmund Freud INCOMING from Bob Bright, Kinston, NC First Amendment No Big Deal, Students Say It turns out the First Amendment is a second-rate issue to many of those nearing their own adult independence, according to a study of high school attitudes released Monday. Read entire article here. PUSSYFOOTIN'™ with Lynx >^..^< A great read about First Sgt. Brad Kasal over at Blackfive's blog. According to highly placed Marine Corps sources, Kasal and another Marine who was killed in action at Fallujah, may become the first Marine Corps recipients of the Medal of Honor since the Vietnam War. The other potential recipient is the late Sgt. Rafael Peralta, who was killed after using his wounded body to shield his comrades from an exploding hand grenade thrown by an insurgent. >^..^< Michele Malkin requests: "If you were at Camp Bucca last fall when the photos were taken, let's hear from you." This in regard to "Camp Crazy's" mud-wrestling party. Respond to Michele if you were there. Read it all on her blog. >^..^< In case you're wondering why no posting at Obnoxious Droppings, HE REALLY DID GO TO DISNEY WORLD!! >^..^< Jen Martinez says "It's better to be a red person in a blue state than a blue person in a red state. As a red person, if your blue neighbors turn into a mob at least you have a gun to protect yourself...." >^..^< To lighten up with some hilarious reading see Politically Correct Little Red Riding Hood. >^..^< If I forgot to link with the hamster story before now, my apologies. Here it is. >^..^< Don't you hate it when - - - - - (my sentiments exactly!) >^..^< Janis Gore said go here. I did and was amazed!! >^..^< Want a couple of minutes of peace and tranquility? Here ya go. >^..^< indigoinsights[at]hotmail[dot]com Sunday, February 06, 2005
SUPER BOWL HISTORY Ah yes! I remember it well. SUPER BOWL I As a pass-catching end and all-night reveler, Max McGee had few equals in the history of the National Football League. I've watched every one since - many while enjoying a big Super Bowl Party. So imagine my disappointment today when I HAVE NO PARTY!!! I'll find out how much fun it is to have a glass of wine at half time with two dogs and three cats!!!!!!!! Rah! Rah! Rah! Saturday, February 05, 2005
CLARIFY! CLARIFY! DANCE TO THE MUSIC! I had to add an UPDATE on yesterday's "What They Call Me" to clarify that I was not speaking for myself, but merely "pasting" something I found on the internet. Actually, I thought it was a rather cute and ironic piece to follow Acidman's cat bomb! LOL Maggot even thought I was comparing myself to all those descriptions. NOT. He/she especially objected to the "Beautiful" part! heh! No longer, Maggot, no longer. But, hey, not too bad for a great grandmother, if I do say so myself. Let's just say I do the best I can with what's left! In a fair comparison of myself to the piece, I'd have to admit: I DO stand up for myself and my beliefs. I DO stand up for those I love. I DO speak my mind, think my own thoughts and do things my own way. I WON'T compromise what's in my heart. I DO live my life MY way. I DO refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it. ALL my time IS for myself because I live alone. I DO allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be. I AM outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that! But, according to friends, old and new, most relatives, and my minister, I don't quite make the "bitch" category. It could be the above characteristics have to be buffered with attitude to be a full-fledged B-Girl. The rest was B.S. as Acidman said. SENIOR MOMENT If my body were a car, this is the time I would begin thinking about trading it in for a newer model. I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it. My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as sleek as a little MG; now they look more like my mother's old Buick. My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging. Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Ben & Jerry's opened a shop in my neighborhood. Air bags? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course. I have sooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places and seen many things, but when' s the last time an appraiser factored life experiences against depreciation? My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up close. My reaction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and skid and bump into things even in the best of weather. My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins. It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed. I'm burning fuel at an inefficient rate. But here's the worst of it - almost every time I sneeze, cough or sputter - I leak oil. I'm so ready for a trade in! Anyone know where I can get a good deal? The great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do. ~~ Walter Bagehot The greatest use of life is to spend it for something that will outlast it. ~~ William James PUSSYFOOTIN'™ with Lynx >^..^< Didn't you just love The Hug? Sailor is featuring a very good article from John PodHoretz, New York Post, about The Hug. (And this link was typed before his lovely anniversary congratulations! Thanks, Sailor.) >^..^< Chuck has bought a ring. Remains to be seen if he's going to pay for a wedding. >^..^< No Crud in 2005 Super Bowl Ads >^..^< What a hornet's nest over at Sandy's! Another example of just sitting around the house, minding your own business, and WHAM! A hornet's nest! >^..^< Jack's language seems to have deteriorated since he moved to france, but he still has a darn good blog!! tsk, tsk >^..^< The Yorkie Lady (she's NOT grouchy!!) has some interesting thoughts on a Christian's view of homosexuality. >^..^< Mike King says Janeane Garofalo isn't funny anymore. Who knew? >^..^< SgtMgr over at The Quonset Hut reminds us that this month is National Salute to Hospitalized Veterans. >^..^< Getting a head start, Dash has put up my favorite Redneck Valentine Love Poem on The Boiling Point. I just can't pick out a favorite verse, so go read 'em all. >^..^< indigoinsights[at]hotmail[dot]com >^..^< Oh, and thanks, Key, for "getting it." Friday, February 04, 2005
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME! This was the first post on Indigo Insights three years ago: Monday, February 04, 2002 I am reminded of the old movie "The Snake Pit" - starring Olivia DeHaviland (who was Miss Mellie in Gone With The Wind). Her nightmares, delusions, monsters, etc, that assailed her as she tried to make her way through the insane asylum. I just came through that same hell to get HERE!!!!!! EUREKA!!!!! posted by B. at 3:45 PM [I have progressed very little in my computer knowledge in three years, as you all know.] TALE OF SIX BOYS Been getting a lot of search engine hits on this one lately. Since so many people have an interest in the story, it must be worth a repeat. It really is a great story of the history of Iwo Jima. FOR ACIDMAN A cat died and went to Heaven..... God met the animal at the Pearly Gates and said, "You have been a good cat all of these years...Anything you want is yours for the asking." The cat thought for a moment and then said, "All my life I lived on a farm and slept on hard, wooden floors... I would like a real fluffy pillow to sleep on." God said, "Say no more." Instantly, the cat had a HUGE fluffy pillow. A few days later, 12 mice were simultaneously killed in an accident and they all went up to Heaven together. God met the mice at the Gates of Heaven, with the exact same offer that He made to the cat. The mice said, "Well, we have had to run all of our lives... from cats, dogs, and even from people with brooms. If we could just have some little roller-skates, we would never have to run again." God answered, "It is done." All the mice had beautiful little roller-skates. About a week later, God decided to check on the cat... He found her sound asleep on her fluffy pillow. God gently awakened the cat and asked, "Is everything okay? How have you been doing? Are you happy?" The cat replied, "Oh, everything is just WONDERFUL... I've never been so happy in my life! My pillow is always fluffy . . . and those little 'Meals-on-Wheels' that You have been sending over are delicious." WHAT THEY CALL ME When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch. When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch. When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts or do things my own way, they call me a bitch. Being a bitch means I won't compromise what's in my heart. It means I live my life MY way. It means I won't allow anyone to step on me. When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak against it, I am defined as a bitch. The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone's maid, or when I act a little selfish. It means I have the courage and strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won't become anyone else's idea of what they think I "should" be. I am outspoken, opinionated and determined. I want what I want and there is nothing wrong with that! So try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, and try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won't succeed. And if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it. B = Babe I = In T = Total C = Control of H = Herself B = Beautiful I = Intelligent T = Talented C = Charming H = Hell of a Woman B = Beautiful I = Individual T = That C = Can H = Handle anything UPDATE: Looks like I should have inserted "Anonymous" at the end of this one! Not written by me or for me. Just something I came across on the net that I thought was entertaining. Blame it on my pastie fetish. Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got. ~~Janis Joplin Tuesday, February 01, 2005
INCOMING from Greg, Ayden, NC (received on exactly the right date) MEMORIES A little house with three bedrooms and one car on the street, A mower that you had to push to make the grass look neat. In the kitchen on the wall we only had one phone, And no need for recording things, someone was always home. We only had a living room where we would congregate, Unless it was at mealtime in the kitchen where we ate. We had no need for family rooms or extra rooms to dine, When meeting as a family those two rooms would work out fine. We only had one TV set, and channels maybe two, But always there was one of them with something worth the view. For snacks we had potato chips that tasted like a chip, And if you wanted flavor there was Lipton's onion dip. Store-bought snacks were rare because my mother liked to cook, And nothing can compare to snacks in Betty Crocker's book. The snacks were even healthy with the best ingredients, No labels with a hundred things that make not a bit of sense. Weekends were for family trips or staying home to play, We all did things together -- even go to church to pray. When we did our weekend trips depending on the weather, No one stayed at home because we liked to be together. Sometimes we would separate to do things on our own, But we knew where the others were without our own cell phone. Then there were the movies with your favorite movie star, And nothing can compare to watching movies in your car. Then there were the picnics at the peak of summer season, Pack a lunch and find some trees and never need a reason. Get a baseball game together with all the friends you know, Have real action playing ball -- and no game video. Remember when the doctor used to be the family friend, And didn't need insurance or a lawyer to defend? The way that he took care of you or what he had to do, Because he took an oath and strived to do the best for you. Remember going to the store and shopping casually, And when you went to pay for it you used your own money? Nothing that you had to swipe or punch in some amount, Remember when the cashier person had to really count? Remember when we breathed the air; it smelled so fresh and clean, And chemicals were not used on the grass to keep it green. The milkman used to go from door to door, And it was just a few cents more than going to the store. There was a time when mailed letters came right to your door, Without a lot of junk mail ads sent out by every store. The mailman knew each house by name and knew where it was sent; There were not loads of mail addressed to "present occupant." Remember when the words "I do" meant that you really did, And not just temporarily 'til someone blows his lid. T'was no such thing as "no one's fault; we just made a mistake," There was a time when married life was built on give and take. There was a time when just one glance was all that it would take, And you would know the kind of car, the model and the make. They didn't look like turtles trying to squeeze out every mile; They were streamlined, white walls, fins, and really had some style. One time the music that you played whenever you would jive, Was from a vinyl, big-holed record called a forty-five. The record player had a post to keep them all in line, And then the records would drop down and play one at a time. Oh sure, we had our problems then, just like we do today, And always we were striving, trying for a better way. And every year that passed us by brought new and greater things, We now can even program phones with music or with rings. Oh, the simple life we lived still seems like so much fun, How can you explain a game, just kick the can and run? And why would boys put baseball cards between bicycle spokes, And for a nickel red machines had little bottled Cokes? This life seemed so much easier and slower in some ways, I love the new technology but I really miss those days. So time moves on and so do we, and nothing stays the same, But I surely love to reminisce and walk down memory lane. HOW WONDERFUL IT WOULD BE TO: ~ Go to a football game ~ Take a road trip ~ Go fishing ~ Hunt for seashells on the beach ~ Have a "whole family" gathering ~ Go to church together ~ Get out to dinner with friends ~ See a good movie ~ Have a huge cookout and invite everyone we know ~ Walk the nature trail ~ Enjoy a good live band or concert ~ Sit quietly together on the deck and watch the dolphins play ~ Have a Big Super Bowl party Those are some of the things we enjoyed together. I remember them all too well and still miss him. Today marks four years of the void. Thanks for the memories, My Hero. How lucky I am. How blessed I have been. You're more than my husband, You're also my friend. |