.....a T.V. review...

         I was about to put this on the front 'News Page' on fb, under the 'What's on Your Mind' ...but decided I'd keep it around for a bit.
        So I was having my morning coffee, and doing my morning routine, reading the daily paper, and listening to some good 'ole classics. When I came across the article about Mama June's new guy friend she's been seeing while separated from her husband. I first heard about it on T.V. last night while watching a unique entertainment trash show. Then when I saw it in the paper, I thought to myself....self...is this really necessary ? Well apparently it is since the man she's dating is a convicted child molester!
     Well don't ya know they canceled the 'Honey Boo Boo Show'...really..?!! After an agonizing four years about hearing of this show, and of course never watched it....that's  what it took to get this piece of trash off the air...?!!
     On a similar  note, why is the 'Biggest Loser' still on..?!! I can't understand how people can watch Blobber bounce around for an hour.  O.K. you're probable saying to yourself : " hey you're kinda on the heavy side.."  Well yes, but I'd rather say: " large frame", or "heavy-set",and/or, 'Big "Boned"....but these people.?! I'm not trying  to knock them, but is it really worth a prime time show on National T.V...?!!  Well yes, I would love to shed some pounds, but I would not display it T.V.......O.K....on fb, yes, but that's another story.
     Speaking of another Story, the 'Two Broke Girls'..really..?!!
How did that make it another season....and using Kim Kardasian for better ratings..?!!
    Last but not least, 'Two and a Half Men'...I think we can all give a sigh of relief that it's finally gonna be put out of it's misery at the end of this season. Yes Charlie Sheen was the one holding that show together. You can still see him on MOR Ch. 9 at night, and doing what he does best  : 'Anger Management'....

      Just something to get off my ...'Large'.....Chest, let me know what you think...
    

...Just keeping the Record straight....

               I'm writing this post after some time has past, as it has become clear that in the month or so there have been struggles with both physical and mental pain. Although dealing with my Sciatica, has no where been the same as the hurt of losing loved ones. 
        I am now compelled to add posts from the past Journals that I had  written in the '70's, so that I may have time to over come the sadness that recently was brought into my life.

          ....November 3rd 1973.......
    
      I have finally gotten to the point of organization, a complete month of disorientation and situations of disbelief have now brought me to a point in my life where someday I will revisit and make more studies of my past life formations....for now though, time will have to be reconciled and hopefully in that it should take my mind and all that is around it will fit better into a more complete operation, which will run smoothly forever.

         .....November 8th 1973.......

     This relation reflects Octobers enormous change upon the Lifestyle of my family...the closest..myself will be discussed first, others will fit in with their necessary roles.
     My time is not right for continuing my writing, I will therefore delay once more my personal writings.....

         .....November 18th 1973.....

    Sunday..?..a day of rest..?  Not to be this one, I'm scared and nervous, the results will come in time.
    Today is for God, whom I believe, not in the religious sense, but as a 'Watcher' of individuals, and a guiding hand, so that we can Pray today and may Peace and happiness come from it.

        .....November 20th 1973.....

     "Stick to mainstream, leave sensationalism to others displayability to handle responsibility. Older individuals could open doors of major opportunities. Maintain steady pace...Capricorn, and Cancer persons could figure Prominently"
             ...Taurus...April 20th....May 20th....

       There is one more thing I have to copy for today and for today only. This song came down on me so hard, I couldn't help but cry and laugh with full force. At the same time I would like to have it here so that I will remember both the deep past, present and near future....it's from Cat Stevens, 'Father and Son'.......

     'It's not time to make a change, just relax take it easy, you're still young, that's your fault there's so much you have to know.
     Find a girl settle down, if you want you can marry, look at me I am old, but I'm happy.
     I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy to be calm when you've found something going on. But take your time think a lot why think of everything you've got, for you will still be here tomorrow, but you're dreams may not

     How can I explain, 'cause when I do he turns away again, it's always been the same 'ol story. From the moment I could talk, I was ordered to listen, now there's a way and I know that I have to go away...I know I have to go....

    It's not time to make a change, just sit down take it slowly, you're still young, that's your fault, there's so much you have to go through. Find a girl, settle down, if you want you can marry. Look at me I am old, but I'm happy.

   All the times that I have cried keeping all the things inside, it's hard, but it's harder to ignore it. If they were right I'd agree, but it's them they know not me, now there's a way and I know I have to go away...I know I have to go....

    This was from Cat Stevens, album 'Tea for the Tillerman', and was most fitting for me today, and always.....

    
        .....November 23rd 1973........

 
   Work seems to come easier now after my Thanksgiving with Meri. I still have fear for the future, but if feelings like this could happen every once and awhile, I would be grateful.

   My next picture is in the work, only hoping for mild enjoyment in the finished product.....

       ......November 27th 1973......


    Another long weekend with an explosive tale. My thoughts have been clarified Monday night, but to no avail. Today I start again, only thinking of Meri, and why she couldn't receive my calls. 
    No matter now, fore I will soon talk to her and hopefully regain my trust in her.

    Dave is now in close range, and I will depend greatly on our upcoming talk, Thursday night. Then I will write more fully on him, detailing a more complete understanding of the whole situation. Maybe then I will be able to let my free thoughts wander onto my life, as I see it in the near future.

    How can life be full without complete knowledge of what is happening around us....we must grasp every minute, and hold on tight until we know every detail of what has happened, and what will happen if we let go.


        .....Time is now floating, as I am now floating..
              endless and without fast. Why then can't 
              this time can't be slowed down, or sped up?
              My time as I see it can no longer be of an even level,
              so I must discard all thoughts of time, and believe
              in the ultimate movement of life.
             To me there can be no time, just the movement of life,
              on a day by day sequence  where you react naturally, 
              to each given circumstance.....

            
 


         

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Ending the 'Summer on a good Time...

      After a year of contemplation, it all fell together on that week I try to reserve for going back to my home state and places I grew up in and grew to love even more now that I've been away for about ten years. It's almost like time stood still, and just waited for me to get there to celebrate not just my life but so many others that I knew from the past and now so many of them that have Pasted.

     They say you can't go home again, but thanks to so many of my dear friends, they have made it possible to do so. It was four years ago when a close friend of mine, Wayne...'Crash'... Carlson told me that he and another friend, Roy.....'Roy Boy', or 'RB'..Cheney were talking at a memorial for another good friend, Steve....'Rude-Man'...Rudus. 
    It came to them that it seemed a shame to have to meet under these conditions just to see people they don't normally run into. So 'Crash' thought it a good idea to  have a party just for the Hell-of-it.
    He contacted me here in Florida to run the idea past me, and with great anticipation, I agreed that it sounded like a plan. Unfortunately I still was in no position to make the trip back for that year. The party went off in a most successful manner, most familiar only in those parts of that Country.
    
     The following year, I was gratefully surprised when a good friend that I had met here, Don...'Cigar'...Mader , seemed to take to the idea of going up North, initially to retrieve the belonging that I couldn't fit on my trip down here. 
     Not only did we drive back, but to my delight Don had never been to New England! I guess it must have made an impression, since he was willing to go back the next year, and the next. Making it possible for me to help in the 'Reunion Parties'. Also to show him around, and join many of my friends for a night out....and every night out after!

     We, with the biggest help of all from Lewis...'Uncle Lew'....Cheney, had managed the food, which for the first three, was a roasted Pig, were able to have this party. The last one the Pig was missing, and so wasn't Crash. The Pig was replaced with some pork roasts, but there was no replacing Crash. To everyone dismay he was rehabilitating from surgery on his leg.

      Now we are on the fifth one of these, what I now call...R.T.M  Party....meaning, 'Reunion-Tribute-Memorial Party'. in memory of all those fine friends that have pasted on, and will not be forgotten.
    For this coming year, I'm throwing into the mix another reunion of sorts. It'll be mine and Tom Barry's, 40th anniversary of the Warren Woods parties we threw back in the 70's. I am planning to have it at the Bantam Community Field, since the 'Woods' got too damn expensive...and besides, back then, they didn't want 'those types' coming into their Town. Ha..! Their town, my family helped settle it back in the 1700's!
    In any case, I am still looking at that possibility , after all we have a year or so to get it straight. I've already talked with Marty & Mark of the Regulators, and of course Jerry, who's been good enough to set up some sound the pasts years, just in case someone would play. 

    I want to thank all those who made it and those who wanted to but had previous engagements. This is for all to share with thoughts of so many friends that we miss everyday, and would like to get in touch with the ones that are here to get to see, since all our lives have changed so much, it just isn't that easy to keep in touch. I hope this will give you all an opportunity to get together with those you love, and miss seeing over the years. Those years are going by faster and faster, it's time to slow down and smell the flowers, and/or any thing else that comes to mind that might remind you of all the good times had by all..............

        .....when it seems too lonely to carry on...
             and only the past seems far beyond....
             let your inner voice yell to you that
             you may continue, and that you may respond....
             be good to your self and others....
             so that all is not lost or gone......  

                                   ...the dates for next year will be....8/15/15....


                              .....Peace-out, and Love to all....

....Hangin' out with the Boys in their Journey out West....

                       
                     We last left Jack Long & John Henry at a cross-roads in and around Mid-West in South Wyoming, setting their sights on the next job that might suit them at that time. Just getting back from a horrendous job that could have landed them in Jail or worse! But as we learn more about these two, that would be a somewhat normal experience.....

            We were at a junction, both in the present state of mind and also in our lives, to just what we should be doing. Right now we have to decide which road to take in order to make a living out here. Henry wasn't much help, since he was more of a loner than I and could care less what or which way to go, as long as he got paid and didn't get shot. So most of the time I was the one to chose. 
         As we traveled down a more well beaten trail, I could feel something just wasn't right. I just wanted to head out and find a group of wild horses to wrangle or a heard of cattle to bring to an Auction.
        Lucky that we got an early start, the afternoon Sun was starting to shine full, and the heat from it really wasn't what we needed now. We picked up the pace a bit just to get further down the trail to try and decide which way to go...it was going to be East toward Oklahoma, to see about some cattle, or Southwest for another group of horses, that a couple big Ranchers would put a nice size bid on at Auction.
        My thoughts  favored the horses, they tend to be cleaner and not as much trouble. They also brought more at Auction in lesser numbers, then the cattle, where the dust and dirt always flew, and would have to make an extra cut in pay so that the other wranglers got a decent payday. The Horses, we usually could handle ourselves, with maybe one extra man to cover ourselves in the open Range.

      Now the Sun gave us some relief by going behind some clouds, good in one way, but were we in for an afternoon storm..? We worked our way though a patch of trees and bushes, before it opened up to an open area of sand and tumble weeds. This was not a good sign. We had to continue in hopes of finding a better place to camp, I wasn't about to back track to that thicket, which would have given us some relief, and besides it was still too early by our standards to make camp.
      We worked our way over the sandy hillside, staying on the knoll so that we could see both sides, keeping one eye out for a better way, and the other out for Indians. There were some friendly ones but also hostile's that didn't like people from the other 'World' invading their land. As an Eastern Indian, like Henry, we could honor that belief, but as a hard wrangling Cowboy, trying to etch-out some kind of life out here, well now that was a different story. 
     
     Soon we made it to what appeared to be a spot where some have passed before. It didn't take long to notice that it did have some type of campsite not long ago. As we made our way over, I could make out a slight groan, that only a weak and desperate human could make. Henry heard it too, and motioned me over to an open spot, subject to all of Natures elements. There, only a few feet away was what looked like a head with no body visible. As we approched on foot, being skeptical of what the Hell it could have been but not a human head. Henry got close enough to exclaim that it was some Black guy. Well it wasn't just any Black guy, it was Grover, the man we pretty much saved his ass back in that small town.
    When he finally came to his senses, and had to concentrate on what was happening, he gave out a loud roar. Only a man like that could have survived being buried up to his head, left to die by a tribe of hostile Comanches. The story goes that this tribe of Indians believed that the Black man, since they don't see too many out there, had special powers, that couldn't not be controlled. So in stead of killing them they leave them to die on their own, thinking that the Great Spirit they posses does not come after them.

    Needless to say Grover was overwhelmed that we got there in time. He didn't have much more time. The top of his head was raw from the Sun, and his eyes could barely stay open. Maybe that Indian Folk Lore had some truth to it.
     After a time where we had to pitch camp and tend to Grover, he told us that after we saw him the time in that small town, where we saved hi the first time, he headed back east where he ran into his old boss Edmond Pierce, the ship magnet from Boston. He was talked into joining him and his Wagon Train, going out West, to try another venture that his brother in-law told him about in California.
     They got this far when they got ambushed by those Indians, and before he knew it Pierce had gotten away, leaving him behind. 

  
   
     

....Can You Clearly See...?

          I am going to post a poem that I wrote back in the '70's. It is one among many that I have written in hopes of sharing what Nature means to me, having grown up along side a River.

                                       Can You Clearly See

                        Rocks in the water, a bend in the Stream,
                a flow which enters the River.....
                Can you Clearly see, a home is there for many,
                along the Banks and within the Rushing Water....

                Can one Clearly see, two Snakes winding along side,
                one of which is Swimming, the other just to glide.

                We can Clearly see that it makes it's way 
                through the Valleys, beneath the towering Hills;
                a passage for all  to Venture,
                but in numbers, it may Kill...!

                The water has become Muddy, 
                from what we are not sure, but with some help
                and understanding we can make it Pure....

                Can man Defy Nature, of which an animal cannot afford,
                or shall we Stop, Look & Listen....
                something we should have done before.

                The River is our Home, for many it shall be,
                a place for life & happiness....
                that now you can Clearly see....!