Saturday, May 31, 2008

King Curtis

This reminds me of 1974.My brother and his first wife lived on the 3rd floor/left side of an old house on Newton St.In the summertime,we would all climb out onto the 2nd story roof,smoke a joint,drink some beers and crank this album up.In 2008, I would not even drive down this street.Boy, how times have changed!

Friday, May 30, 2008

Riding the Storm Out!

Is it safe to go back on the internet.Jeez, sometimes I wish that I lived in the 1800's.Back then, you knew that a storm was on the way when it was about to hit(the skies got dark,the wind began to howl and the rain came pouring down).You fretted the actual storm until it passed.Nowadays, with radio,television and the internet:you fret the approaching storm for hours or possibly days.It is still thundering and raining, but I have not seen any penny size hail or a funnel cloud out my window.But the night is young and a pock marked vehicle or a swath of destruction thru my home would just about put the icing on a week from hell for old Goldrush!

A Tribute To A Beautiful (Straight) Man:1927-Yesterday

I Got The "Blues" For Memorial Day

At work, I am the (playing) manager of a 3 person team.
At the moment, I am the team.
Analogy: Could the Boston Red Sox compete with 3 players?
Could the Lakers compete with Kobe and 1 other with his arm in a sling?
Could Tiger Woods compete with 4 clubs in his bag?
Answer: Hell No! I take that back, Tiger probably could compete with such a handicap and make a
decent living.
Addendum: I will "Champion" through this latest bump in the road.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

English 101

Over ten years ago, I went to a party in my hometown.For some reason the name of our 7th grade English teacher came up.To my astonishment, the locals told me that she was still alive.I never did believe them until today.I read her obit online. Mrs. Greene was 61 when I was one of the 3,000 seventh graders that attended her class.I don't remember what seat that I sat in or what grade that I received. However, I do remember that she wore those "old lady" dresses and those "old lady" shoes. She looked older than my grandmother who had at least 15 years on her. Looks can be deceiving, because Mrs. Greene died the other day at the age of 101.

I can't find a damn song to tie in with this post, so I will add my favorite song by my favorite R & B group from that era (1967-1968).

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

I Get Emails

I get emails from a certain website that I have bought CD's from.That is cool.And so is the fact that that have enabled a tool called "Psychic Search".Whenever I go to their site to search for a song or an artist, all I have to do is type in one or two letters of the name that I am searching and they do the rest.Why they thought that I would be interested in purchasing a CD by either of the following two bands is beyond me.However, they piqued my interest and I will pass it on .

Monday, May 26, 2008

Breaking News/Traffic Jam

WTF happened on 50 WEST that caused traffic to be backed up as far as the eye could see around 1:45 pm today.
I am 99.9% sure that it was an accident.
I am 100% sure that it did not involve a member of my family.
I hope that there were no fatalities, as it would involve the member of someone's family.
No news at or Salisbury News.
I guess that I will find out sooner or later.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Some People Call Me Maurice

Next Post

I may not have many viewers of this blog, but the few that I do have are quite the intelligent bunch.
The comments that I received from yesterday's post concerning the lack of a viable candidate for this next Presidential election were genuine and well thought out.Unfortunately none of us have the answer to perhaps the the most important election since 1932.
This country runs on oil.The higher the price of a barrel goes, so goes the country.
I am basically a "Conservatiberal".I own two pairs of shoes,I drive my vehicles until they die yet I believe that abortion should remain legal.
The only presidential candidate that I saw in person was in 1972 at the Salisbury airport."Hollywood" and I skipped class to witness history.We missed witnessing history by 3 days.
The rhetoric on his ad from 40 years ago rings true today.
I did not vote for him in 1972(I did not turn 18 until after the election,and would not have voted for him if I was 18).In fact, the first time my vote for Prez turned up a winner was in 1992.

Friday, May 23, 2008

On the Edge of A Precipice

You decide which candidate has a fuckin' clue!
#1 is a no brainer-if you held a gun to my head I would rather die than give him my vote.
#3 was my hope a year ago,but he chose not to run.
#2 is not what I wanted,but if I write in #3,my vote will be wasted; and #1 may win.
Whatever happens this November:We are all fucked!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

is it just me

or is this city,county,state, country,continent and world going to hell in a hand basket.i just paid $3.89 a gallon for gas.the city of salisbury has the nerve to make concerned citizens to pledge to tell the truth,this country is about to elect one of the three stooges as president and it is all my the mail today,i got a chain letter from jesus.and a prayer rug.if i knelt on the rug and stared a jesus' closed eyes they would open.the instructions at the bottom of this rug of faith stated:please return this prayer not keep it.i knelt and prayed and waited for jesus' eyes to open for so long that i peed on the paper church prayer rug.his eyes never opened and i'll be damned if i send this soiled rug to someone else as the letter requests.i have no idea of what song to post.i think some springsteen is in order.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

"Goin' Where the Water Tastes Like Wine".

Anyone who has read this blog more than thrice, knows that all is not right, here in River City.
It is likely that I will be entrusted to write at least one obit before the year is over.
Life is like a game of poker.When you are young and full of vigor, a string of bad card hands does not bother you. When you reach my age and you are hoping for one card for an inside straight...well,Good Luck Old Man!
This Old Man is more than ready to "chuck" it all when the time comes and retire to a place where the water tastes like wine.
I have no taste for wine...I just don't want to be treated this way!

Monday, May 19, 2008

Traditional Music

Traditional music aka folk music is hard to define.Most traditional songs are not accredited to any writer.They have been passed down from generation to generation.

Here are a few that I hope you will enjoy:

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Jesus is Just


(Go Now)

(Alright Now)


If I only knew what I know today when I was younger...How many times have you heard the elder set make that statement.It is an interesting scenario: living your life in reverse.

I would have lived in my car and eaten out of dumpsters while I bought all the Microsoft stock that my meager salary could afford back in the 1980's. Actually my meager salary back then had a lot more buying power than my pathetic salary in 2008.

Living life in reverse is akin to predicting the past, if that makes any sense. Makes no sense to me, so I can only live one day at a time and hope for the best.

The best would be to find the next Microsoft and buy up all the stock that my pathetic salary could afford.The vehicle I now drive is a lot more roomier and the dumpsters around here are much more plentiful.

Before I wish my life away in reverse, I better watch this video:

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Those Dreaded Phone Calls

We have all sat down to dinner and before we could take one bite of our Lobster dipped in butter sauce, the phone rings.It is not a friend or relative,because they know that dinner time is between 6 and 6:30 pm.They would never call during that 1/2 hour window.Unless...

Unless...there was an emergency!

Thinking such,you pick up the phone and say Hello.

Most of the time the caller does not respond.

You check your caller I.D. and read 888-###-#### or FLORIDA etc.

I immediately know that this is a telemarketer.I always assumed that a computer had dialed my # and if I stayed on the phone long enough,a human voice would respond and entice me to part with my hard earned money.My "pat" answer is that I do not conduct business over the phone that I do not solicit.

I now know otherwise.The "dead air" on the other end of the line was not due to a telemarketer trying to catch up with a computer "auto-dialing" potential customers at dinner time.

And I thought my job sucked!

Monday, May 12, 2008

A Rose By Any Other Name...

Our Social Security Administration is going broke, yet they can employ at least one employee* to compile and release the top 1000 birth names every Mother's Day for the last 128 years.

Hallelujah! The Government is finally using my tax money for a worthy cause: to inspire me write a post.What took you so long?

#1 for Girls: Emily

#1 for Boys: Jacob

I went to the SSA website link to see if my name was in the top 1000 "given" names since 1880.Not once! Hell,my last name cracked the list one time at the end of the 19th century.

I come from a long genealogical line that names their offspring with "Family" names .That may explain the reason why I never batted an eye in school when the teacher yelled,"Johnny, let that house cat out of your lunch box or you are in for a visit from Mr.Paddle!

My Father's name was #42 in the year of his birth.35 years later when his namesake and my brother was born,#42 had slipped to #107.

When my child was born in the 1980's her name was at it apex.She does not answer to her name because it was the "flavor" of the decade.She is also from the same genealogical line that names their children with "family" names.

She may or may not have taken the house cat to school in her lunch box.But I guarantee one thing;If she was known by her middle name, she would have not batted an eye either.

The name Rose was very popular in the first half of the 20th century,but fell off-way off until the 1990's.It spiked over 100 positions after the release of a certain movie,but has quickly returned to it's second half century mediocrity.

*Have you ever said this: "Good Morning,Nevaeh." If not,you soon will.
Nevaeh(Heaven spelled backwards) came in at #31 last year!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Strike When The Iron Is Hot

I have not had the wherewithal lately to put two sentences together, much less write an entire post.It must be the fact that it is Mother's Day that has caused me to write two posts in one day.Only the Good Lord knows what video will accompany this one.

Mother's Day is a time to reflect on "What was the best advice that the old lady ever gave you?".

Well what was it?

Drink your milk!
Always wear clean underwear...just in case!
Don't run with scissors in your hand!

I'm sure that my mother said all three of those statements to me at sometime in the last five decades.

The following are two pieces of advice that I wish she had given me:

Don't believe everything that your older siblings tell you to be true(at least before the age of five, as your memory is not that great before that age).

Never run with a piece of bread in one hand,while you chase your older siblings with dog shit on a stick in the other hand.

Moral of the story:Make sure your left hand and your right hand know what each other are doing (that ain't potted meat Bro')!

(Blogger's note: Moral of the story and choice of tune are courtesy of my older sibling.Maybe I should pack up this old Compaq computer and tote it over to his house).

You'll always be Mom to me.

Real life is stranger than any script that a Hollywood writer could imagine.
Let me rephrase that.
Real life is stranger than any script that a Hollywood writer could imagine except maybe Paul Thomas Anderson(Magnolia).

Today is Mother's Day.

Give her a call.Send her some flowers.Take her to dinner.
But most important...don't forget her the other 364 days of the year.

I am real lucky to have my Mom today,this second Sunday in May.Let me elaborate.

Around 6 o'clock this morning I was awakened by what I first thought was thunder.On second listen,it sounded like someone was rearranging the furniture.The sounds that I heard were not the usual sounds that I hear from downstairs.The sounds were not her walker thumping on the linoleum of the kitchen floor.The sounds were not her iced tea pitcher banging on the kitchen counter top.These sounds were different.So,I went to investigate.

The "Little Green Chair" was next to her television and one of the kitchen dinette chairs was up against the pantry door.Mom was fine(as fine as an 88 year old with Dementia can expect to be).

I had to run into work for a couple of hours and then buy groceries for my brother and also for us.I rehashed in my mind over and over the morning's incident and came to the conclusion that my Mom was rearranging the furniture to match the decor of the house that I grew up in here in Salisbury.

It was not until I got home that I realized that I had been completely wrong about that last statement.She was not rearranging anything.

My Mom was 35 years old when I was born. She spent the last several weeks of her pregnancy in bed, due to clotting in her legs.The doctor was afraid that both lives were in danger.We both made it through and mother and child came home on Christmas Day.I owe my life to my Mom for being cautious and proactive.I need to be more cautious and proactive.

What my Mom was doing early this morning was something that I can't even imagine and if I had witnessed it,I would probably have had a heart attack.

I believe that I had left the ceiling fan on in the kitchen and obviously she had turned it off.How you ask? The "Little Green Chair" was too little,but the kitchen dinette chair was just right...IF SHE STOOD ON IT!". I shudder to imagine this,but it is the only answer if I did leave that fan on.

After I publish this post,I will read it to her and ask her which of the two scenarios' are true.She will not remember...I am certain of that.

The tables have turned.It is now my time to be more cautious and proactive.

I owe it to Mom!

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Monday, May 5, 2008

The Road To Shambala


I had no idea that my father was a fan of the Beatles.WTF, he was 50 years old when they appeared on the Ed Sullivan show in 1964.I had no idea until today.

Cable Gal

A friend of mine,who lives no where around here,had a problem with his cable company's customer service department.The following is my recollection of the story that he told to me.

Skeeter(not his real name) purchased a new television set and hooked it up to cable per instruction manual.However, he could not receive any cable channels.He first called the 800 # for tech support for the TV manufacturer.The Pakistani tech dude(Steve-not his real name,but that is what he told my friend it was) was no help for two reasons:It's not our fault and it is your fault that you can not understand my mid eastern dialect.

Skeeter next called the cable provider.That was a big mistake!

I assume that Cable Gal was having a bad day and my friend's call just added to it.Skeeter was also having a bad day as he just wanted his new TV to work.What transpired from this point was unethical and down right wrong.

My friend should never have given this Gal the cable box #.I have had cable problems before and have never been asked for my cable box #.

Skeeter got cable off and on for the next two weeks.Never between 8 and 4 on week days.Always on the weekend.He even called another cable company's customer service department to ask if it was possible for a disgruntled employee to turn a customer's service off and on at their discretion.Absolutely,was her answer! A cable company can pinpoint every second of their customer's viewing experience.

My friend cataloged every outage and thought about calling an attorney.

After about two weeks,his service returned to normal and he has not had any problems since.

I assume Cable Gal quit,got fired or got tired of her game.

Saturday, May 3, 2008

My Picks

Z Fortune orRecapturetheglory.

A Million Miles Away

What can I say?

I haven't been on vacation.
I haven't been incarcerated.
I haven't been tending to a sick relative.
I haven't won the lottery.

I have been unusually "blue" for some reason.I never was one to suffer from depression. My sister was bi-polar or what we called manic-depressive in the old days.When she was manic,she thought that she could write the next "best seller". On the other hand, when she was depressed you did not want to be around her.

I guess I should dwell on the positive, instead of dwelling on the (negative).

I did get a 3% increase in pay at work(a job I abhor).
I stamped the envelope to my final car payment today(can I afford the gas to the nearest mailbox?).

I hope that I am just in a slump or have writer's block.I hope that I can at least find a song to justify publishing this post.

I hope!