Future Posts: Just a list of things I want to write

Today, I don’t have an exact clue as to where to begin. Instead, I’ll give you a list of future posts that you’ll see here in the next month. Like Hollywood, I have to give you a prequel of the exciting work of a free and maybe sometimes, unabashed, wanna-be writer.

The History of the Joke – I started this post one night after watching a History channel special hosted by Lewis Black. (left) I wanted to inject some humor, and some serious thoughts on the concept of humor in America. I was looking for a risqué, almost piggish viewpoint on this topic. I abandoned the post. But it will get done.

A Personal American History: Where we all come from – In more recent years, I have had to come to grips with some personal history which, although it does not define me, it is in the blood (or roots) of who I am. I haven’t mentioned it in any posts, though one blogger friend might remember an email related to that subject. It involved famous and infamous Americans that I am related to. But more to the point, it reflects that all of us as people likely have a skeleton or two hanging in our closets. (I have a small army…)

A Faux Inaugural address 2009 – What a neat writing task: to lay out an address to the United States of America. To speak with flowery prose, interject a plan for the future and have many, many millions take to heart (or to task) your words. Daunting, some might say. Whomever the speechwriter is, they get the fun of giving over to their most idyllic vision in the manner of a glorious speech. (an excerpt from Kennedy’s Inaugural address below:)

In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility — I welcome it.

I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it. And the glow from that fire can truly light the world.

And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.

My fellow citizens of the world, ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.

…If we shall suppose that American slavery is one of those offenses which, in the providence of God, must needs come, but which, having continued through His
appointed time, He now wills to remove, and that He gives to both North and South this terrible war as the woe due to those by whom the offense came, shall we discern therein any departure from those divine attributes which the believers in a living God always ascribe to Him? Fondly do we hope, fervently do we pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily pass away. Yet, if God wills that it continue until all the wealth piled by the bondsman’s two hundred and fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword, as was said three thousand years ago, so still it must be said “the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.”

Hack: The Jolly Roger Chronicles – Yes, I haven’t exactly forgotten about the pulp fiction. It has to work on two levels: that of the present day forays into the world of scriptwriting AND the portrayal of 16-18th century pirates. Stay tuned…

Police Songs: For a blogger that voted for me

Just because I am a big Police fan, I will post a few songs by The Police and Sting. I can remember getting Message in a Box, the entire catalog of Police songs, and thinking, “I’ll never sell this.” Well, I fell on hard times, and sold about 400 CDs and over 400 tapes. I needed money. However, before I did, I did save them on my laptop, that which I could. (Now, the laptop crashed…haven’t listen those 1,200 plus songs in over a year.)

Well here are the Videos/Songs I like:
Too Much Information

Englishman in New York

Demolition Man (In Chile, 1982)

The Soul Cages

Invisible Sun (with Bono, live at Giants Stadium)

Tea in the Sahara (live)

If you Love Somebody, Set Them Free (Dream of The Blue Turtles)

Of course I could put Every Breath, Message, Roxanne, Spirits, Fields of Gold, and plenty of others on the list, but I just gave my oddball favorites.

Thanks Cooper! Easiest Post I’ve Done!

Gov. Eliot Spitzer: Spit (or Swallow Your Pride)

Eliot Spitzer (a.k.a. Eliot Ness) has learned, “pride goeth before the fall,” and it has come home to roost. From various sources, Mr. Spitzer has been caught up in a Federal Prostitution sting operation. Immediately, he came out in a news conference to apologize for his indiscretions to his family and the public, though foregoing the mention of solicitation and obtainment of $4,300 worth of services. He did not hint to stepping down as the Governor of New York.

Though rarely prosecuted, except by the then-Attorney General Spitzer, prostitution across state lines can carry some heavy burdens as noted by MSNBC legal analyst Dan Abrams tonight. “He could face up to 20 years,” Abrams noted. In further comments:

“So it’s not that being accused of links to prostitution is an automatic death sentence in politics. But, when you’re Eliot Spitzer, the standard is higher. When your entire political career has been based on [the perception that] you’re a straight arrow.”

My take:
1) As chief law enforcer in the state of New York, he does have a higher standard, nonetheless. If I, citizen X, decided to use the services of a prostitute, I would be given no slack and found guilty by the moralizing Spitzer in a New York Minute.
2) Being he has prosecuted such crimes, expressing such disdain as:

“This was a sophisticated and lucrative operation with a multitiered management
structure,” Mr. Spitzer said at the time. “It was, however, nothing more than a
prostitution ring.”

Casting such dispersions while doing the deed yourself later on does not promote a fair perspective of what us as citizens should expect of government officials. The “do as I say not as I do” outlook just means everyone else is beneath you. Spitzer gets to decide for you, what is good for you.

3) Interesting that the Wall Street crusader now is being investigated on this flimsy personal indiscretion. Wonder if the backlash against him for outing the Bond Insurers dilemmas is coming home to roost. Powerful people in the Wall Street do not like their money to be tampered with on a regular basis. The day after Eliot Spitzer’s liason with this hooker – he appeared up on The Hill. Coincidence that this comes back on him just weeks after testifying before U.S. Congress. I highly doubt it.

In the end, Spitzer will have to swallow his pride and step down. It is not because I have an axe to grind with him, but the people he serves may respect (or forgive) him more (much, much later on) if he does.

Eliot needs also to “go home.” Or he will “spit the bit.”
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Some Eliot Spitzer hard facts:
• Spitzer, a first-term Democrat who pledged to bring ethics reform, has been married to Silda Wall Spitzer since 1987, and they have three daughters.
• He is a superdelegate who has pledged to support Hillary Clinton in her campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination.
• Spitzer prosecuted at least two prostitution rings as head of the state’s organized crime task force, The Times said.
• While at Harvard, Eliot worked for famed law professor Alan Dershowitz. After law school, he clerked for a federal judge, then worked for 2 years at a blue-chip law firm.
• He was New York state attorney general before being elected governor in November, 2006. In that job, Spitzer was dubbed “the sheriff of Wall Street” for launching lengthy campaigns against misconduct in the financial services realm, as well as the prescription drug and power industries.
• Ten of Wall Street’s top firms agreed to pay $1.4-billion in December, 2002, to settle allegations by Spitzer and other regulators that they gave misleading stock advice to investors to help corporate investment clients.
(Source: Reuters, with files from National Post)

The Vulgar Post: What brings people to a site – Pics from the Boobie Tube

Sadly, the analysis from MyBloglog reflects that people traffic here for subjects related to women: particularly pictures of Erin Andrews, Becky Quick and various ones of other women I found attractive. So to satisfy thes horny men, I have put together a collage of some attractive ones from the Boobie Tube. It is crass, but it works. Plus it gives me a chance to work on my Powerpoint stuff.

New word for people: Viagranaire (Noun).
Definition: Older Rich Men that land attractive 20-to-30 something trophy wives with the power of money and the capabilities of Viagra.
Sentence: It took only 3 months for the Viagranaire to seduce the Cheerleader-turned -Fox News reporter to marry him. The expectation was that they would retire to the Hamptons to begin the process of raising a new family, his 3rd, her 1st.
Now the pic:

Hopefully, this seems tasteful, yet, it satisfies those guys with a yen for women they are never getting. Get plenty of money, a blog, a vision and…a life guys. I know what it feels like more than any of you.


Later.

Howl: I Hear America Singing

Since we last left this blog, in a state of disarray and political dire straits, I haven’t gotten it right inside. So instead of boring you with my pedagogical and pedantic rants of disillusionment, I mashed together two poets of note: not Starsky & Hutch. (Ginsberg and Whitman (pictured left))

I am no expert on their writings. Not some scholar bent on the critique and disection of their works. I just think most Americans should know who they are.

I got most of my positive innoculation to their writing well after college. I was an Engineering major, which meant my typical semester course schedule included Thermodynamics, Differential Calculus, Operations Research, Linear Programming in C and Egyptian History. I took one English class and a Com class in my 5-year plan not worked out by Stalin.

But back to the show!

Walt Whitman. I Sing the Body Electric! The title was added after the original publication – as was the line. I Hear America Singing is usually thought of as his best work. Patriotic. Workman like with the toils of Americans at their best.

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work,
or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the party of young fellows,
robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.

Meanwhile, a century later, Ginsberg stood the conventions of the time on ear with a Howl! Again, another potrait of America in my uneducated view:
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking trafficlight, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliancein the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in the submarine light of Bickford’s, floated out and satthrough the stale beer afternooon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crackof doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
It goes on for quite a while like that…reciting it would be a bitch, unless you were on some sort of ‘happy pills.’
Ginsberg used a a repetitive style, like Mr. Whitmans, likely borrowed. Repeating the line introduction, nearly the same cadence always – with poetic quirks – and describing as good or as bad as we have it in America.
Seeing the world either as positive or as negative, as crass or as saintly, as to men could.
I got no more time today!!! I’ll see you next week!!!
AUDI 5000!!!!

A Democratic Mess: The Fix Is In , A conspiracy theory

Barack H. Obama will not receive the Democratic Nomination for President. The die is cast; his candidacy will divide the Democratic party. Here’s why.

Back in the summer 2007, it was nearly a foregone conclusion Hillary R. Clinton would be the Dem nominee for President. The party had put forth a variety of non-hackers to take on her candidacy and the media had only one other story to report: Barack Obama.

His was a heartening story, full of the all-American spunky, comeback and determination goo that makes his a story worth telling. A mixed ancestry; an absentee father; a path to extraordinary heights. As the 1st-ever African-American to head up the Harvard Law Review, the most prestigious law journal in the United States, likely the world, it has seated a multitude of legal minds on the United States Supreme Court and furthered the careers of many, many others, including Barack. (Not so strangely, it seems Barack’s HLR appointment does not come without its detractors… particularly the legal community, Eugene Volokh, a Sandra Day O’Conner clerk has a legal blog that posted the above link on the Obama effect. The HLR research was done by David E. Bernstein.)

The rest is now a developing history.

After February 5th, a.ka., Super Tuesday, Obama’s campaign become more than a feel good story of audacious hope. It dug in its heels – took on the political machine of the Clinton(s) – and was no longer just a feel good story. People were swaying to Barack, and tired of the old, white version of what American politics has been for 200+ years. Obama had won 10 or 11 straight primaries and caucuses, and the lead was his.

It was time for a change in strategy by the Clintons.

In a series of supposely unrelated events, Obama was to see exactly how far some that think they control things will go to undermine an allegedly democratic process.
1) Feb 25/26: Cincinnati, Ohio Conservative talk show host Bill Cunningham makes several not-so-veiled references to Obama’s middle name, Hussein. Republican nominee John McCain apologizes for Cunningham.
2) Feb 26: The BBC America reports and shows Barack wearing traditional Somali dress while in a Kenyan visit from 2006. This picture was circulated by the Clinton campaign; they deny it, but the inference is clear: Barack is pro-Muslim.
3) March 3rd: A memo to Canadians about NAFTA, a Ohio hot-button issue without real merit, was released. Obama’s position was characterized as significantly different from his public position in Ohio of a renegotiated-NAFTA treaty. Meanwhile, Ohio voters, forget or ignore that William Jefferson Clinton put forth NAFTA. Whether it matters or not, is another debate.
4) March 2nd: Hillary Clinton exchanges viewpoints on Barack’s religion with Kroft:

“You don’t believe that Senator Obama’s a Muslim?” Kroft asked Sen. Clinton.

“Of course not. I mean, that, you know, there is no basis for that. I take him on the basis of what he says. And, you know, there isn’t any reason to doubt that,” she replied.“You said you’d take Senator Obama at his word that he’s not…a Muslim. You don’t believe that he’s…,” Kroft said.“No. No, there is nothing to base that on. As far as I know,” she said.“It’s just scurrilous…?” Kroft
inquired.“Look, I have been the target of so many ridiculous rumors, that I have
a great deal of sympathy for anybody who gets, you know, smeared with the kind
of rumors that go on all the time,” Clinton said.

All these things are suddenly coming into full view. All related to race, religion and potentially “selling out” the American people. Moreover, even the Democratic nomination process is in a word: corrupt.

Last night, it seemed significant that over 10% of Republicans and 22% of “independents” voted in the Democratic primary. Many, many more were urged by Conservative blowhard Rush Limbaugh to vote for Clinton. It didn’t seem to effect the results – or did it? (The results of Texas polling would tend to support Clinton. Alas, she won. And she did pull down more Democrats than Independents or Republicans.)

But the biggest decider will come down to the delegate count, depending on whose version you take for gospel, and the ever-changing votes of the Superdelegates.
The ‘current’ results according to Obama (1,386-1,230 – march 5th, before primaries)
Wikipedia estimates (Obama 1,354 -1,209, Superdelegates Obama 1,551 -1,449)
Real Clear Politics (Obama 1,344-1,208, Superdelegates Obama 1,548 – 1,451)
CNN.com (Obama 1,321 – 1,186, Superdelegates Obama 1,520-1,424)
MSNBC (Obama 1,355 -1,213)

Obama though continues to be bantered around as a more of a Vice-Presidential candidate than a Presidential candidate. The Democratic Party hasn’t took a stand on the Superdelegates that makes sense – they are not voting according to the popular will of the people, state by state.
The Michigan and Florida issue continues to be bantered around – the settling of this may very well decide the outcome of the Nominee.

Going to the convention raises the issue of what will they do: take away the will of the people to put in a Clinton again? Did Clinton call in conservatives to attack Obama, on the sly – who is likely more a threat to the status quo than the Clinton idealogy is to Republicans – and thus, reflects that an African-American with a Islamic name is a threat to anyone that considers themselves Indo-European in background?

Watch and see. I want to have faith in the process, but I am too cynical for that.

Democracy is a process. We vote for it. We decided some 200+ years ago to give ourselves over to the construct of that ideal. It has failed many times: Blacks, Indians, Women, Latinos, Japaneses, etc. in root to deciding who runs the country. I am hopeful that a reasonable approach happens, yet I worry.

If the Democratic party undermines the votes of millions of people in the name of Hillary, a Clinton, not the woman, then I will wonder. If she pulls off the miracle of taking over the delegate lead, this position becomes moot. However, if Barack H. Obama has more delegates – it is simple: he is the presumptive nominee.

(And the standard should be pledged delegates, not superdelegates that are in essence, fixing the election.)

I reported this in hopes that it will work out accordingly.

R.I.P. : Netscape goes to The Tech Great Beyond

Netscape is officially a dead end as a technology platform, as it will no longer be supported. (Picture above is from blog.wired.com.) I came into knowledge of the internet via Netscape and Mosaic browsers. (Picture below left is from browsersheritage.com.)
In 1993, while at Purdue University, I spent an inordinate amount of time in Grissom Hall doing web searches on Mosaic, an NCSA platform, while learning little or no code, but downloading alot of worthless information. “Back in the day”, my account limit on this information to store on the local university server was like 10-20MB. I, personally, didn’t own a 386 or 486 Intel at 25-75 MHZ, nor could I get a baude rate above 9600 KB/sec. But it was fun, nonetheless.

I chatted often with a college girl, Jennifer Hollingsworth, who went to Lebanon Valley College in Pennsylvania in 1995 while in that same Grissom computer lab. We’d kill hours of time, talking about school (more her schooling than mine), discussing politics (which I knew nothing of) or relationships (ours, friends or families.) Probably for 3+ months, we racked up close to 250 hours of chat room time, all for free. The internet was good.
(Though this relationship ended over whether I would visit her in Pennsylvania – I would have, but I was broke – and the fact she pulled a 2.0 in that semester, honors student, mind you, thus pissing her family off to undoubtedly no end. She cut me off before I could either apologize appropriately or fix what I fucked up…pardon the language.)

While I was screwing the pooch of on-line relationships, Netscape took over from Mosaic as the browser software of choice, in my opinion, during the mid-to-late 1990’s. But that was soon to be a thing of the past as Internet Explorer took over dominance, thanks to good ole Microsoft.

As blog.wired.com suggests:

Netscape released its browser’s source code and created the Mozilla project in
1998. AOL then acquired Netscape in 1999. Recognizing that
Netscape got some things right and others wrong, Blake Ross and some of his
developer friends branched off to create Firefox, which for all
practical purposes is the current incarnation of Netscape. Many believe the original Netscape died with the AOL purchase.
Since then, the web
browser scene has been rife with change — Mozilla gave way to the leaner, faster
Firefox and Apple developed its own Safari browser — and Netscape’s browser has
been rendered largely irrelevant. Indeed, as AOL’s director of the Netscape brand Tom Drapeau points out, his team has failed to put a dent in IE’s dominance, and the latest release of the Netscape browser is simply “a skinned version of Firefox with a few extensions.”

I didn’t give way to Internet Explorerusing Netscape until probably 2000-1 – but I was different anyways: I didn’t own my very own computer until 2001. (My aunt bought one in 1999, but never used it, never knew how, so, I generally kept it updated with software or moved my files via the old 1.3 MB disks…yikes!)

I would also go to Kinko’s to do my interneting then. (I was making good money, then, but not thinking very smart – except that a Kinko’s girl would usually let me work over Kinko’s for nearly no charge.) She was a very nice person – but unavailable, in that sense.

AOL hadn’t been a dial-up of choice until I got that 1st computer in January 2001. (I figured those handy drink coasters (those disks) had to have something on them, so, why not?) After only 3 months, I wasn’t interested in AOL anymore. I did Compuserve for awhile (after a stint in the Westville Hilton) using, “AOLSUCKS” as my password.

AOL /Time Warner deal (picture from webcomicbattle.com) has turned into the biggest joke. The relevancy of both corporations has diminished to the point that I really don’t know what either one (as if they are seperate) is doing.. this after being one of the largest mergers in American history. (And, at the time, the dot.com bubble had not burst.)

Meanwhile, Netscape, the initiator of this story has gone to moth balls. 14 years it took to go from new kid, to industry leader, to struggling competitor to bad platform, to defunct/obsolete program.

This mirrors often how I feel: in 1993, life was looking better. I was young, impressionable, quick to act, and had ideas for the future. After graduation in 1996, my path seemed set to go – I could make some hey, drive towards new heights, maybe innovate something. By 2001, the wheels were tettering on a precipice of legal malaise. And, in 2008, I feel quite defunct and outdated.

We might all have to die – figuratively – a 1,000 deaths before we get it right. As browsers now are nothing more than 1st generation access points to others in the world. As all the applications on Iphones, blackberries and Steve Jobs-only-knows-what-else come to fruition, we see things get replaced, get outdated or wither away in this tech world. (Ms. Pacman, Nintendo box, Atari 2600 for pictured examples.)

To go beyond, as we approach 2012, the Mayan’s end of celestial time, we might see the future as not so bright.

The intrusions into people’s lives are becoming more pronounced, more impassioned by a less-than-enlighted society that hasn’t understood technology from the git go. The governments learn from people they wouldn’t hire 25 years ago – even though these nerds could hack their mainframes, and essentially disrupt commerce, the most important aspect of technology today, money flow, in the time it took most of the nerd herd to masturbate over some floozy they can’t get nanoseconds from. This manipulatory fact has hastened the demise of individual freedoms, just ask your government, if you can.

The death of one technology or platform only gives rise to another with faster transistors, more complex algorithms and more uses by us, the consumer, but less understanding, by us, the controlled. The entertainment value alone made it that easy; seeing what the TV has done, the computer became like an uber cocaine to people without personal connections. Governments caught on, and we serve them, now, more than ever.

Hopefully, this tour down my memory lane, through the technology life cycle will remind you that you are the most advanced system ever developed – so don’t be a slave to a box constructed by others, like you. Be your own system – and update, revamp and design for the future. Or you’ll likely be another defunct person walking around.

KEEP IT FRESH TO DEATH!!!

Mildred Clark (nee Koepl): 16 Years ago today

I really did not want to write this post. Not due to any ill will at all. Quite, quite the contrary. I loved my grandmother so much. It is just that in remembering that it’s been 16 years since she past, it reminds me of what has gone on, what she would be saying if she had lived through to see the tumultuous situations I got into, and where her daughters are today in their lives that depresses so.

She was a tough-minded, work-till-you-sleep, never-pulled-any-punches type. She was of German descent – so, that explains a lot of that. She worked from age 10 onward; grew up on a farm in Wisconsin, cooking for 20-30 hands on a farm in her early years. She drove the tractor around before she could really legally drive – and continued to drive without a license later on in life from 1962-1992. She was stubborn that way.

Her older sister commited suicide at age 17. I can’t image what Milly felt about that. It wasn’t a subject discussed in great detail. She carried on, doing whatever it took to make it best for herself.

She met my grandfather, William, after WWII when her family moved south to Dyer, Indiana. They were fixed up by friends of theirs – though I don’t think those friends were around much after that. During a baseball game at old Comiskey Park where a fresh-from-the-fighting Ted Williams was leading the Boston Red Sox, they fell in love, almost literally – with my grandfather trying to catch a foul liner hit by Teddy Ballgame down the 1st base line. He dove over my grandmother and got a bruised hand and a wife in the process.

They married on February 18, 1950 in Niles, Michigan. For some crazy reason, which I believe had to do with Grandma’s mother’s disapproval, they drove up to Michigan in a snow storm. The story related was that Mildred gave my grandpa an ultimatum : either that day or forget it. They started out their marriage $75 in the hole – the cost of the justice of the peace.

Unlike others in the 1950’s, they had a difficult time. At one point, they were living out of their car while letting their daughters stay with relatives or friends at the time. My grandpa was undereducated – 9th grade was his last year – so, that might of been part of it. He did finally get on track in construction and worked in the mills for 25 years. But whatever the fallout was from that period, my grandmother lost her own mother’s love, what little likely existed before that. As a result, for the last 30 years of her life, Mildred didn’t speak to most of her family, and never to her mother again.

By 1968, my grandmother was well entrenched in the housecleaning/janitorial business. She did that for the remainder of her life. She cleaned the Lowell Public Library (I write from the new one) for 20 years – passing away 4 months after the new one opened. During the mid-1980’s, I would go to the old library, push mow the 3/4 acre grounds and saw grandma during various stages of getting the library cleaned from stem-to -stern. I enjoyed this – I liked trying to give her a break, getting her to talk about sports, especially those Cubbies, who she came to mock after their inglorious 1969 season. I thought she was wrong, but alas, it has been 100 years since those Northsiders have done it right.

She would do anything for me – college, for one, she assisted me financially more than I really know – and I think saw what she and grandpa wanted in a son they didn’t have…maybe.

When the doctor diagnosed her with cancer in late 1991, it was too late. She had hid the fact she had been bleeding for months – she hated doctors, I suppose for the reasons most give and the fact she lost husband to cancer – and it had spread from the uterus to her liver.

On the day she passed, the doctor was in North Carolina on the links. I remember seeing her take her final breath and just going nuts. I stormed out of the room, pushing my aunt and mother aside. I slung a food tray down the hall watching peas scatter like marbles all over the place. A nurse or CNA screamed something incoherently as I went to the elevator, then I turned and said to her: “Shut…your…mouth…bitch!!!” And I got in the elevator as mad as I have ever been in my life.
My mother and I had drove up seperately that night. I had my grandparents old 1967 Electra 225. This car had plenty to give under the hood; I nearly had an accident one time at age 17 in a McDonald’s parking lot when the accelerator got stuck as I pulled away from the drive-thru. It took a miracle for me to stop the car before I roared out onto the main road in Lowell.
But that night, I was all for speed. I got into that 2-ton monster with one intent: to see how far I could push my luck. I tore out of that parking lot looking for a sitdown with God I think . The old ambulance route is a winding road with a speed limit of 40MPH. It has one stretch where you might be able to get up to 80 MPH and hold it on the road. I wasn’t interested.
Before I could think clearly, I buried the needle beyond 120. I took a curve at probably 95 MPH, using as much skill as sure luck to keep it on the road. I managed to come to my senses as I reached a T in the road.

I stopped and cried.

(That was the last time that car saw a speed over 60. We sold it 6 months later…)

My grandmother hasn’t yet received her headstone due to finances. My grandfather got his from his Naval service. Every year, I put two quarters on that stone – my grandmother kept coins prior to 1964 since they actually contained silver – in remembrance of this profitable quirk. She kept a huge change purse – I think we counted out $58 in coinage upon her death. And she had another $550 dollars, all prior to 1964, upstairs in her room. (Of course, that got spent by her oldest…)

I would have posted a picture – and I will (March 3, 2008)- but I didn’t think I would write this post. It just didn’t know what would be best.

Thinking of you grandma Clark!

Tagged: Message In a Bottle – fitting for me.

Since Cooper was so kind to include me in her tag, I will do likewise to some people.This glorious idea sprung from Send a Message in a Bottle.
So far, 117 wonderful messages have been messengered out into the Great Beyond that is cyberspace. I didn’t really have a message going through my mind, so I tried some doggerel, and hope you all can relate.

My tags:
Writer’s Piece
David Airey
Susan Bernard
Ethics Choices
http://stuperheroextraordinaire.blogspot.com/
Open Jason
Black Perspective

And what would this post be without a ‘Message in a bottle’ Album
Side 1
Rush – Mystic Rhythms
Phil Collins (In the Air Tonight – Gorilla version )
Pink Floyd – Take it back
The Beatles – Eleanor Rigby
Bryan Adams – Run to You
Berlin -Take My Breath Away
David Gray – Please Forgive Me
Paul Simon – The Boxer

Side 2
Enya – Orinoco Flow
The Mamas & The Papas – California Dreamin’
The Beach Boys – Kokomo
Bobby Darin – Splish Splash
The Ventures – Wipe Out
The Righteous Brothers – Unchained Melody
U2 – One Tree Hill
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The Police – Message in a Bottle. (Whatcha think, I wouldn’t bottle them too???)

Slide Show: I’ll give anything a try…Have a good weekend!