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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.
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Tags: airport, ass, bridges, Eudora Welty, favors, government, library, Medgar evers, names, tax
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January 17, 2013
I live 10 or 15 miles south of Jackson,MS. If you should look the mighty town of Byram up on the map you would see that it is in the southern area of central MS. I would dare say if Dixie had a geographical heart we most likely would the spot with the X.
I said all this to say it snowed here last night. I understand for most of you a few inches of snow is no big deal. Here it is a event. If they forecast snow here a couple days in advance there will be a run on toilet paper and can soup. Don’t even bother to look for a flash light or batteries.
My mother passed away a week ago and I couldn’t help thinking how she would have loved to seen the snow. You never get to old to enjoy it when you live in the south.
If a tornado warning is announced here and they blow the tornado sirens most people act if they never heard them. A thunder storm means nothing to us. Hurricane warning means you got a day or so before you have to figure out what you are going to do. Snow flurries, to say the least, all hell brakes loose.
Once when I was a kid it snowed a foot. The whole state shut down for a week. Even the southern part that only got a smidgen. Odd how you can have no real respect for tornadoes but a inch of snow will make you go crazy. As for I can remember no one here has ever been killed by snow. On the other hand everyone either knows someone or knows someone that knows someone who has been killed by a tornado.
I am reminded of the woman that said she didn’t have a real problem with dying. She just wanted it to be a freak accident or by some strange disease no one had ever heard.
I guess when it is my time let me go by snow death. Then I will always be known as the guy that was killed in the big snow storm of 20??. Just joking. I want to die at 100 in my sleep from old age and boredom.
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Tags: death, dixie, excited, hurricanes, snow, thunder storms, tornado, weather
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December 31, 2012
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 13,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 3 Film Festivals
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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,
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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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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 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
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Tags: deer, hen, Holiday, lBambi, lo, november, poem, Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving dnner, turkey
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November 1, 2012
My grandson and I share the same birth month. It is October. Our birthdays are within a couple of weeks of each other. That make me exactly fifty years older than him. He just turned 13. Right, do the math and you see I am 63 and have not updated my profile in a while.
Last night I thought back to when I turned 13. Like the title says 13 sucks.
When I was a kid, this is how life looked to me and most of my friends.
Birth – 5 You are a baby. The world revolves around you. You are happy.
6 – 12 you are a kid and everyday is a new adventure. Some excellent some not so pleasurable. You are happy.
13 you are a blank a negative more about 13 later.
14 When I was 14, you could get your license. A whole new world opened up. You were mobile and could get into all kinds of brand new trouble. You were very happy.
15 you got your first real summer job. It was normally doing something the high-school dropout labor refused to do. However, you had your own money. You were happy.
16 you met the girl of your dreams and fell in love. A month or so later she dumped you and were heart-broken. You day dreamed of killing yourself to get even with her. You could even see your own funeral. There was no hope. You could never forget her.
Two weeks later you met your second true love and forgot the first one’s name. You were happy.
17 you either got serious about school, or you dropped out and joined the service. This was a stupid idea but when you came home on leave, you could take your military ID and buy beer for yourself and your friends. You were happy.
18 you could now legally drink beer. You either started college or you got drafted. If you got drafted you could take your military ID and by hard liquor when on leave for yourself and friends.
If you went to college, you found someone with a fake ID. Either way you were happy.
19 you were standing somewhere. You might be standing in front of a judge deciding were to join the military or go to jail. You might be standing in front a preacher you never met before getting married.
You were doing this for one of the following reasons.
A. You were sure that you were in love.
B. The man standing behind you was going to kill you if you didn’t do right by his daughter.
C. Your girl friend was knocked up.
The one place you weren’t standing was in the room you grew up in. Somewhere between 18 and 19 either you moved out on your own or your daddy changed the locks and didn’t give you a key.
Either way you were happy even if it was for a short time.
Now back to 13. You are too old to get toys for Christmas, and you really don’t appreciate nice clothes.
You are too old to trick or treat, and you are too old to pass out candy. You are too young to roll yards, and you are a year away from driving.
You are old enough to keep the younger kids while your parents go out but too young to stay the weekend by yourself. In short, you are either too old or too young for anything. You are unhappy.
13 sucks
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Tags: 13 boy, 13 sucks, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, baby, birthday, Christmas, Halloween, kid, miserable, sucks, teenager, unhappy, unhappy teen
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October 25, 2012
It’s too early for Halloween but not too early to get in the mood. Hope you enjoy this story about a man and his brand new knife.
I took a walk last October eve
Hoping a ghost I might catch sight
The moon had not yet rose on this strange night
Suddenly I froze
I was scared to the tip of my toes
There in front of me appeared two eyes
Surely they must belonged to the dead
I suddenly wanted to be home in bed with the covers over my head
These spears of terror moved ever so slow, I imagined them belonging to a troll
I was now frozen in my tracks
Not able to will myself to turn back
From the darkness appeared a knife
I smiled with relief, when I saw it was only my wife
Still in shock I answered, “Hello wife”
“Goodbye” and with that she stabbed me with my knife
Let this be a lesson
Don’t enter the woods in October without your Smith and Wesson
If you do the ghost you desire to hear go boo
May just end up being you
A wife that you thought so true
May find herself feeling a little blue
Then when you least expect it, the blade will slice without a clue
I must close now, for I am on the path to hell
I hear my name chime with each toll of the bell
I am sure the devil can’t wait to hear this twisted tale
Good bye life
Good bye my wife
Be sure to wipe clean my new knife
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Tags: eve, ghost, Halloween, knife, murder, scared, trolls, wife, woods
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