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January 26, 2013
Alright just call me a ass. I don’t care . If you say any thing against someone ‘s hero you must be a a ass in this country.
I just read were they are trying to name a Mississippi River bridge after Stan Musial. I have nothing against Stan. If they wanted to name a ball park after him great. A bridge is stupid. Most likely the only thing this guys knows about bridges. They keep you from getting wet.
I live out side of Jackson, MS. They just spent a couple of million dollars to rename the Jackson airport. Wiley Medgar Evers airport. Oh let me back up. They original spent two million to name it Medgar Evers airport. Someone got their feeling hurt because they didn’t place his first name on it so the changed it again. Most people didn’t even know his first name was Wiley.
As for as I know Mr. Evers knew nothing about flying or like me cared nothing about it. He was local civil rights leader. Because of this a few people felt like he should have a airport named after him. Forget anyone connected to flying.
There are several libraries in Jackson. The main one is named after Eudora Welty. A home girl that became world famous. Most of the others are name after civil rights leaders. None of which were great readers or writers as for as I know.
In my opinion we all pay taxes so in all fairness nothing should be named after any body that hasn’t been dead for at least one hundred years. That way the tax payers aren’t paying for someone’s cousin that gave someone some money or helped them out in life.
Like I started, call me a ass. Still that is how I feel.
Categories: curious, Current events, life, life lessons, politics, ramdom thoughts, rants, stories, Uncategorized
Tags: airport, ass, bridges, Eudora Welty, favors, government, library, Medgar evers, names, tax
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January 22, 2013
He opened the door and extended his hand. His shake definitely wasn’t a cold fish nor was it a vice. His grip was impersonal if there is such a thing. His hands felt dry and chalky. They weren’t the hard working or hard playing hands of a young man. These were manicured hands. The nails contained no polish, yet buffed to a high gloss.
“Come in.” His voice showed no sentiment at all. He was, I suppose 35 going on 60. Each word seemed handpicked as needed. Not one was wasted. Each served its purpose. Each syllable conceivably coming from a small daily allocation. This was apparent by how cautious he chose each.
I soon learned he spoke more contentedly with his hands. They appeared to be much more at ease than his constricted tongue. He touched my shoulder nonchalantly .It felt as if a feather had fallen on it.
“This way please.” His hand spoke, guiding me to the closed-door room. When we arrived, again as if deprived of speech he opened both doors and gestured me in the direction of the casket. I could feel his feather like hand on my shoulder. He must have supposed without some coaxing, I might turn and run.
I was now contemplating what my mother was once. I examined her like a cast-off coat placed gently in the closet for its last time. My mother had gone on leaving only this old worn garment behind for us to morn.
I noticed the feather light hand was no longer on my shoulder. I looked around and saw the death merchant now standing quietly in the back of the room. His hands were now hushed each holding tightly to the other.
I chose to look over my shoulder at the merchant since it was less painful than looking down. He stood there with his pale skin and pale gray suite on staring at his own feet with his pale gray eyes. I still knew that by some means he was watching me. Maybe I was a reflection in his highly polished shoes.
Throughout the next hour or so, he was there but never there. I never heard him speak, yet when the time come to move I felt his feather light fingers.
This merchant of death gave me no contentment. This death merchant took none from me.
Categories: life, life lessons, ramdom thoughts, spirituel, stories
Tags: dark, death, death merchant, depressing, fear, FUNERAL, hands, mother, speech, under taker
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December 21, 2012
I think it is time we call Christmas, Memas. Lets face the truth. When Old Blue Eyes said I want it my way he was ahead of his time.
Today we both want and demand it our way. When growing up, I made a list of what you wanted for Christmas.
Mama smiled, We’ll see what Santa thinks.” When you walked out the room she threw the list in the trash and got you what she could afford.
When you looked under the tree you forgot about what you ask for and was over joyed with what you received. Today people ask for money or cards where they can get what they want. They call ahead and let you know what they expect for Christmas dinner.
Can you imagine telling your grandmother what you would and wouldn’t eat.
Now take it to the next step. In our city the mayor decided to call the Christmas parade a mid-winter parade. One atheist said he refused to watch anything that had Christ in it.
I wrote the mayor and said I did liked the name and that I actually paid taxes. He somehow found out that I was a W.A.S.P. and didn’t take my request seriously. In case you don’t know what a wasp is. White Anglo-Saxon Protestant.
Then there are governors that say I like the name winter tree better so the rest of you can suck a lemon.
The president the congress and the senate all say me, me, me. Screw all of you tax payers. Don’t bother to tell me one side or the other is right. They are wrong and can’t any of them speak a whole sentence without using me or I.
You can’t get rid of your family but I just can’t understand why we keep reelecting these idiots.
If I don’t write again, have a Merry Christmas. Yes I said it and I mean it. If you don’t like it, don’t except it.
One last thing, are any of you allowing your children to set in the Mid Winter Man’s lap. Even sounds freaky doesn’t it.
mother,
Categories: Christmas, cooking, curious, Current events, December 2012, food, Growing up, humor, life, life lessons, lol, politics, rants, spirituel, stories, Uncategorized
Tags: affordChristmas tree mid winter tree, blue eyes, christ, christma pareae, Christmas, congress, governor, grandmother, mayor, memas, mid winter man, mid winter parade, president, santa Clause, senate
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December 18, 2012
I am not much on sharing my personal life on the blog. Today I feel in the Christmas spirit so I will.
Hi Sweetheart,
I am sorry about getting into an argument about putting up the Holiday lights. I guess that sometimes I feel like you are pushing me too hard when you want something. I realize that I was wrong and I am apologizing for being such a hard-headed guy. All I want is for you to be happy and be able to enjoy the holiday season. Nothing brightens the holidayspirit like holiday lights! I took the time to hang the lights for you today; and now I will be off to the hockey rink.
Again, I am very sorry for the way I acted yesterday. I’ll be home later.
Love you
gary
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Her response -
Hi Honey,
Thank you for that heart-felt apology. I don’t often get an apology from you, and I truly appreciate it. I, too, felt bad about the argument and wanted to apologize. I realize that I can sometimes be a little pushy. I will try to respect your feelings from now on. Thank you for taking the time to hang the holiday lights for me. It really means a lot. In the spirit of giving, I washed your truck for you; and now I am off to the mall.
I love you too!
Pam
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Categories: 2012, Christmas, curious, Growing up, humor, life, life lessons, lol, PHOTO, pictures, ramdom thoughts, rants, spirituel, stories, Uncategorized
Tags: CAR WASH, Christmas, christmas lights, Christmas spirit, husband, love notes, my wife, pool
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December 3, 2012
You may remember that I wrote earlier about my wife getting into Christmas. She loves the season. The tree goes up the day after Thanksgiving. We even made our mini trip to the town of Canton to see the lights already this year.
I don’t get started quiet so early. My Christmas season begins the night I start reading a book named Christmas Stories From Mississippi. My daughter gave me this book twelve years ago this Christmas. I read it every year. I start in early December and try to stretch it out until at least Christmas eve.
It starts with a story written by Eudora Welty and ends with Christmas Revisited written by Willie Morris. Both of these are well-known Mississippi authors. Its packed with stories and essays by other authors from Mississippi not as well known.
To me reading this book is like going to your grandmother’s house on Christmas day and seeing all your aunts and uncles you haven’t seen since last Christmas. With this said, Willie is my favorite and Eudora is like the aunt that keeps telling the kids quiet down and set up straight at the table.
Maybe I am aging but Miss Welty is growing on me. Last night as I read her account of an old black woman going to Natchez to get medicine for her sick grandson I almost found myself glad to see her after a year.
In the past I read her story to get to the next. If you don’t know Eudora Welty she is very well-respected in the literary world. She actually grew up lived and died within twenty-mile of my house. I once read Delta Wedding by her. I didn’t like it.
Miss Welty has received honors from countries all over the world. In France she was treated as if she was one of their own. Go figure. Now we may know why a red neck from Mississippi doesn’t exactly line up with her.
The last story in the book is written by my favorite of all Willie Morris. It is titled Christmas Revisited When I read the last sentence of this story. It is like saying good-by to your grandparents late Christmas day. Your tired and ready to go home to play with your gifts but still you can’t hardly stand to say good-by. After all it will be another year before everyone gets back together.
Again this is what make this book so great. Unlike life they all will be there next year the same age and exactly how you left them. Maybe the last page makes me sad because I know that my real family as well myself will be a year older.
Maybe I am just a big old sentimental slob.
Anyway I will end with a happy note today. Aunt Eudora and I have seemed to found a neutral ground.
Categories: 2012, Christmas, life, life lessons, pictures, ramdom thoughts, stories, Uncategorized
Tags: Christmas, Christmas revisited, Christmas Season, Eudora Welty, stories from Mississippi, Willie Morris
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November 25, 2012
Categories: 2012, Christmas, December 2012, food, humor, life, life lessons, lol, Mississippi, PHOTO, pictures, ramdom thoughts, stories
Tags: Canton, Canton MS, Christmas, Christmas Decorating, Christmas Season, decorating, early, malls
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November 21, 2012
Maybe it is age or maybe there is something in some of us that simply makes us different. In my family I am the different one.
My wife and kids, even my grandchildren seem to have no interest in yesterday. They only want to know about today and sometimes tomorrow.
My bucket list and my wife’s are to totally different things. My wife’s is more typical. She wants to visit far away places and see new things. I to share many of those same desires. Still, I have a bigger bucket I suppose. I want to stand where Willie Morris stood and wrote. I want to go up the road a piece to see his grave and then by his old home and perhaps by where his grand parents once lived. I want to retrace some of the steps I took as a kid.
I have no interest in reliving the past. Yet I have a burning desire to at least visit it. Maybe I am too sentimental for my own good.
Some people take their past and pack it neatly away. Me, my yesterdays, today and tomorrows are all weaved in the same moment
Hope everyone has a great Thanksgiving. If you think about it and have a second. Remember one from years gone by that was really special to you. Memories are God’s gift. Hold on to them as long as possible.
Write them down then when you grow old and the shadows begin to cross your mind you can read them and remember all over again. They will be like gifts. Just think of the excitement they will bring to you.
Categories: Growing up, life, life lessons, ramdom thoughts, rants, spirituel, stories, Uncategorized
Tags: history.sentimental, nostalgia, past, road trip, Thanksgiving, today, tommrow, yesterday
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November 17, 2012
As crazy as the world is today we may not be around come Thanksgiving. I will go ahead and post this one just a little early and not take the chance.
Suppose the gobbler said to his hen?
Go out and chop the old man’s head off.
You know the one with the flowing beard.
The fat one that is strutting around so weird.
I want you to cook him golden tan.
Make sure there is lots of juice in the pan.
Silly me, you know how I like my man.
Suppose the hen said to the gobbler?
Dear, I invited Bambi for dinner.
Oh great Honey, Thanksgiving wouldn’t be the same without her.
What if Bambi had a gun?
Would all the hunters run?
What if the turkey had an axe?
Would you possibly wax?
Happy holidays
Categories: animals, cooking, curious, food, Growing up, humor, life, life lessons, lol, poems, ramdom thoughts, rants, stories, Uncategorized
Tags: deer, hen, Holiday, lBambi, lo, november, poem, Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving dnner, turkey
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November 12, 2012
Times sure have changed. My wife and I took my grandson out to a fairly nice restaurant the other night. It was a hibachi grill. Everyone sat around and talked and watched the chief.
Not really, that is how it would have happened a few years ago. This time my wife and I talked while everyone else at the table played on their phone. I mean everyone.
I don’t even know why the poor chief went to the trouble of doing all the tricks with the knives and spatchlers. Besides Pam and myself, no one else looked up.
When the food was placed on the plates most had to finish their texting before they could even eat.
I suppose I am getting old but whatever happen to talking to the person you are with?
I have a question. When I was in my teens, we went parking. This meant finding a secluded place and fog up some windows. What do they do now? Text someone else and talk about romance.
I agree with Einstein. You will see his comment in the last photo.
Categories: cooking, curious, Current events, food, Growing up, humor, life, life lessons, lol, PHOTO, pictures, ramdom thoughts, rants, stories
Tags: eating, hibachi grill, kids, phones, restraunt, teens, text, texting
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November 7, 2012
Since I was a little boy, I have heard that a nuclear bomb could wipe out of all life on this planet. That is all life but the cockroach.
I believe in the next four to ten-year life in the United States is going to evaporate. At least to the sense you will no longer recognize it.
It would be easy to blame all this on Obama. The truth is he doesn’t have that much power. We are a divided country that is involved in wars all over the world. Our economy is on the verge of crashing and grows closer to that each month.
No matter who is in office, there is a grid-lock. Nothing ever gets done except our representatives and few of their friends get richer.
Do you know who are the cock roaches that survive this political nuclear bomb are?
I know a half-dozen. They are blanketed against the most political turmoil.
Here is a profile of this new-age cock roach.
They have jobs. They work when they can find work and then only if it doesn’t interfere with their hunting or other enjoyments.
They normally don’t have a drivers license. Their last wreck or DUI took care of that.
They have the title to their old car or truck. They often got it by working for it or trading something they owned of value. Their modest home is normally rented and paid for in cash each week. Their addresses change two or three times a year.
Some do some don’t, but many commit petty larceny for pocket-money and emergency spending.
They draw no government check nor do they ever pay any taxes.
They have pay as you go phones. They don’t own a computer or even an email address.
They never spend more than they can earn or steal. The utility bill deposit is often in their dog’s name. They don’t register to vote. This means no jury duty. They live on the fringes of society.
Watch this group grow by leaps and bounds over the next few years. This leaves the rich to take care of the poor and the politicians to rob everyone blind. However, this group will survive. They are the new-age cock roaches. The odd thing there are everywhere, and most people don’t even see them.
Categories: 2012, Current events, Growing up, life, life lessons, politics, ramdom thoughts, rants, stories
Tags: cock roach, Election, fringes, future, new age cock roach, Obama, po, politicians, society, survivors
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