Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?
Three goats stood at the peak of their barn in the hour just before sunrise. Two had been poets in a previous life, the third had most recently been a butterfly, and before that, a silent screen actor. Adolphe Menjou, the goat recalled, had been in several silent movies before he graduated to... Sign in to see full entry.
Religious hatred grows from a seed planted by Satan. Its promise is vindication, but its fruit is destruction. Those who cultivate it lose everything, along with those they call enemy. If nothing is sacred, all is scorched. plh 2-3-2024 Sign in to see full entry.
While wandering through FB, ignoring the political posts, and posting a poo emoji or two, I got this great idea for a nostalgic post that was sure to bring a grin to readers... But by the time I clicked out of that app and into Blogit, the idea had disappeared into the depths of the caves of memory.... Sign in to see full entry.
1944/45 NEW TECHNOLOGY Our family lived near Kennewick, WA at that time, an area known as "The Y." It was where the main road that ran alongside the Columbia River branched off. One arm of the Y went south toward Oregon, the other continued easterly toward Richland and the Hanford Atomic research... Sign in to see full entry.
The first guy I ever dated was Fred. I met him at my cousin's wedding. Fred's brother was marrying my cousin, romance was in the air. During the gathering after the ceremony, Fred came over and began talking to me. I was fifteen, it was the summer after my sophomore year at MHS. Fred was twenty and... Sign in to see full entry.
Watched Rachel Maddow's interview with E. Jean Carroll and her attorneys last night. Carroll said Trump's actions during the trial proved her case. The jury saw for themselves that he was a bully and a liar. When he walked out during the final argument, he showed himself as a coward as well. She... Sign in to see full entry.
It's gotten so the only thing fit to watch on network TV is the rehab channel. Unsellable houses in Seattle, remodeled fancied-up ramshackle broke down joints in Waco, old barn wood reshaped into luxury cabins with spectacular views... Speaking of which there are brief shots of wildflowers nodding... Sign in to see full entry.
A keyboard player I know used to be in a band that played regularly at a popular bar called the Stagger Inn. He was a hippie, it was the 70s, and Stagger was a great happy hour place on a Friday night. His band covered the popular music of the day, lots of rock and blues, danceable music, stuff the... Sign in to see full entry.
Jimmy Nunn was a bratty kid who lived in the next block. He was obnoxious, sneaky, and if there was trouble anywhere, he was in the middle of it. When little Johnny Huckleberry was recuperating from a broken leg, using a mechanic's under-the-car crawler sled to get around on, Jimmy whacked him in... Sign in to see full entry.
Some crooner used to sing about "A foggy day, in London town..." Tony Bennet? Bing Crosby? Perry Como? Old song, old singers from a whole 'nother era, when lyrics told a story and we could learn to sing the melody while we washed dishes or folded laundry or packed school lunches. I started out with... Sign in to see full entry.