Saturday, December 31, 2011

2011: The "Shit"...

this year has been one of the best years of my life.
ranks right up there with 1973, 1983 and 1987.
i really don't feel like re-hashing those years, at the moment.
all i want to do is move forward.
in order to move forward, one must have a plan in place.
i do.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

ZZ Top - I Thank You

i guess that i should update this blog if i want to stay in the running for the best local blog contest on monoblogue.us.
atgr made it into the 2nd round again and i did nothing to manipulate the poll.
i voted several times for julie b. and once for jonathon t. and once for myself by pc and once by sp.
i do feel like my blog is the best local blog, because it is about me expressing my feelings to the world wide web.
but most important is that i am expressing my feelings to myself.
i would hope that all the blog writers in this poll feel the same way as i do...


Friday, December 9, 2011

$25 Thousand a Year?

I made that same figure 30 years ago...and I make that same figure today!

Guess what?

I am happier, now, than I have ever been.......

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Gettin' Busy...

Gotta straighten up the front parlor; company's comin'!

Yes, it is that time of year again when Michael Swartz' blog: monoblogue.us does his third annual "Best Local Blog" contest; that for some reason, I have been able to win both times.

Both years, I beat SBYNEWS, mainly because he did not know about the contest. Last year, I was able to manipulate the rounds by voting early and often(and encouraging my friends to do the same)for the weaker of the opponents; thus beating out my friend, Jonathon Taylor's blog: Salisbury Grinch.

Why did I do this?

Because I could.

Listen friends: I got ADHD and I manage it the best way that I know how.
And that is by keeping my forever "racing" mind on the move.
It is not such a bad thing to have; in fact, I kind of like it and I hope that my friends like me, because I am not changing...

Enough of the "rambling", I gotta straighten the front parlor...

In the meantime, enjoy some tunes.......

Sunday, November 20, 2011

The "Chili Bowl".

For several years in the early 1980's, family and friends had a short-lived tradition called the "Chili Bowl", whenever the Cowboys visited the Redskins. The most memorable was in 1983.
My friend, "Hollywood", was not the best housekeeper in the world, plus he had a huge yellow lab that shed quite a bit. He and his mom would spend the weekend before the game vacuuming and dusting and vacuuming and wiping everything down until the place shined. Did I mention vacuuming?
Come game time, the crowd of maybe 15, was well into partying mode and the most popular comment heard that evening was..."This chili is not hot enough".
So everybody and their brother(Sissie was there too, and was more than likely the main offender)kept adding spices to the pot. Man! was that some hot chili...
Luckily, we had plenty of beer to put out the fires!
I believe that the Cowboys overcame a 20 point deficit at half-time and rallied for a 31-30 win.
Not to be deterred, the festivities continued, despite the mainly Redskin partisan crowd. We cranked up the stereo and the dance floor was over-flowing. Before long the embedded dog hair started to surface. We were dancing atop a virtual sea of tumbleweeds of yellow lab sheddings!

Saturday, November 19, 2011

What was old, is new again...

I go a message from my brother's oldest daughter telling me to 'check out a new band with an old sound that her and her sister were obsessed with'; so, I did and they are right. Nothing wrong with leftovers...I kinda like 'em!



Thursday, November 17, 2011

Allman Brothers - Blue Sky

I must be doing something right, right?

I had my best results from my doctor since I started seeing him 11 years ago.

My blood pressure and main concern was as low as it has ever been.

110 over 73.

My cholesterol levels were 185/69/102.

So, I ain't changing a damn thing!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

sometimes words have two meanings, don't they?

Led Zeppelin live [HD] - Communication Breakdown - Dazed and confused - ...

I was just typing a message to a friend on facebook, concerning her 30 year old daughter, who I think has finally grown up.
Bettye has 3 other children , but this one is the only one to ever give her any trouble.
I responded, that "i am just blessed to have a child that has only given me joy and no sorrow."

This song always reminds me of my daughter. I think that it may be her favorite Led Zeppelin song (She has the ability to refute this claim).
However, the point of this post is not about child rearing, but about child hearing.
Hearing is one of the 5 senses, too.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

The Doors - L.A. Woman Official Video HQ

i just had to share this with all you mofo's. excuse my language; i did not mean to say share.
drum roll, please!
hey, i am here all night, folks!
(i hope anyway.......)

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Alter.

Several days ago, I got an email from a free dating site that I joined several years ago. I have met quite a few girls on these sites, have gone out with a few and have "friended" a few on facebook.
A few people warn me of the perils of the internet. You got to beware of who you come in contact with. There are bad people out there. You have to be wary.
Well, duh! There are bad people walking amongst us everyday in plain sight. We all have to be wary, but we do not have to be scared.
I offer only honesty and expect the same in return from old and new friends alike.
Many people have found their "soulmates" on the internet. My daughter for one.
So, before anyone says "but?"...let me say that I am a grown man who is not easily fooled by a pretty face or slick talker: I can see through a brick wall with my glasses off.
I have been "talkin' to"(as the young people say) many women, from 28 to 71. Are any of them my "soulmate"? Probably not. But they have become my friends, nonetheless.

Now for the 'rest of the story', as Paul Harvey would say.

Several days ago, I got an email from a girl on a dating site. She lived in Salisbury and she found my profile pic interesting because I looked like another local guy that she had always had a crush on; so she messaged me.
While she was "chatting" online with me, a close friend of her daughter, who rented a room from her, came in the room and asked her what she was doing. She said that she was chatting with "this hot guy" that she met on a dating site. The 22 year old, soon to be graduated, girl looked at my picture and exclaimed...

"Oh my God, that is my uncle!"

Friends, I could not make this shit up, even in my wildest dreams!

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Monday, November 7, 2011

Word of Mouth.

A few months ago, my buddy's brother turned him onto Colt Ford. A few days ago, my buddy turned me on to him. Last night we ventured a mere 14 miles up the road to see Colt Ford and his band perform.
Being the "music freak" that I am, I soon found myself standing a foot from the stage, surrounded by a sea of twentysomethings rockin' and singin' to this six-piece amalgam of good musicians: I mean, how can you go wrong with an electric fiddle player?
Colt Ford reminds me a little of Charlie Daniels' Band, back when I was a twentysomething: a lot of Country, mixed with a good helping of Rock and sprinkled with a touch of Rap.
Before I get to the music, I would like to add one personal touch to this story. I was standing next to a young couple and the girl was noticeably pregnant. After the encore ended, a stage hand gave the new father to be the copy of the set list. I told the young man..."When your kid gets a little older, you can show that to him or her and say that they were at the show". He nodded in agreement and smiled.





Friday, November 4, 2011

Thursday, October 20, 2011

untitled.......

"Street Survivors".

Thirty-four years ago today:



In mid October of 1977, I purchased this album. I had been a huge fan of Lynyrd Skynyrd from day one. I totally wore out my 8-Track of "Second Helping", that was released in 1974, after the success of their debut album, "Pronounced 'Leh-'nerd 'Skin-'nerd".

Soon after the "non-fiery" crash of the Convair CV-240 that killed Ronnie Van Zant, Steve Gaines, Cassie Gaines and three others, their record company replaced the album cover sans the flames around the band.

Many years ago, I searched for this album among my record collection and I could not find it. At first, I thought that I had lent it to my brother or that a shady character that had once been to my house (and was looking through my albums) had absconded with it. I remember when my older brother passed away in 2008, I went through his entire 10 foot row of vinyl in search of it, to no avail. I had given it up for loss.

Today, on the anniversary of one of the greatest country-rock band's "partial" demise, I decided to search for it again.

And I found it almost immediately in probably the most likeliest of places...

On top of my turntable!



REST IN PEACE, MY BROTHERS IN CHRIST.

Monday, October 17, 2011

The Long Run:Character and Reputation.

"Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing." ~ A. Lincoln

I have been actively seeking a return to the job that I held 6 1/2 years ago. My sales position was eliminated and I returned to the company that I had worked for previously for 18 years.

I was told that the job was mine for the taking. That was 10 days ago and anyone that knows me, knows that patience is not my strongest virtue.

Today, I text(ed) my supposedly "new boss", just to keep the dialogue going. I have not had any response, as of yet.

However, I am not concerned; just impatient. If, in fact, I do not get the job, I will be just fine. I will change course, once again, and find a way to increase my take home pay: I have that much confidence in myself. Obviously, so do a few others.

Being the type of person that never throws anything away, I found the calling cards of my "old boss" and his assistant who are still working for my past/perspective future employer. I called them both this afternoon, just to touch base and to possibly get a recommendation. Neither was necessary.

Six and a half years ago, when I first applied and interviewed with this company, my "old boss" was not sure if I was the right guy, as he had already interviewed two better qualified applicants who had sales experience. His assistant, whose job it was to come down from Pennsylvania every time their latest hire either quit or screwed things up so bad that they had to fire him, backed me. In fact he told him that if he did not hire me for the position that he would quit, because he was tired of coming down to the Eastern shore every few months to run the route. Another guy who worked in the home service division of this company and with whom I had worked with in the grocery business, previously, also recommended me. His exact words were..."If you can get Ridgely to come work for our company, consider yourself lucky."

Fast forward to 2011. My "old boss", just last week, told my perspective "new boss" something very similar..."If you don't hire Ridgely, then consider it the biggest mistake of your professional career."

So, in the long run, when it comes to finding a job, it is not 'who you know', but 'who you are'.


Unconditional Love.

In my adult life, I have had as many as 14 pets. 11 dogs(6 of which were quickly adopted by co-workers after one of my un-spayed female dogs got loose for a night on the town) and 3 cats. The acquisition of everyone of these critters was the idea of one of the three long-term women in my life. However, I was always left with custody.

I actually have two stories to share concerning three of these animals. I will start with the dogs.

Several years after my daughter was born, my wife and I wanted a bigger house. We sold the house that I had bought in 1979 and were getting ready to move across town. I told her that we would first have to acquire a kennel pen for the new house, since our dogs were outside dogs. Her reply was..."We are not taking those dogs with us"; and we didn't. Over the last 20 years, I have had numerous dreams where I am at my old house and I realize that I have not fed or watered Lady or Skeeter. I go out to the pen and find that they are still alive and well. Those recurring dreams are the guilt that remains in my sub-conscience to this very day. It is also a reminder for any future partner that I may have in the future: never pick an opposite.

In 1977, during my brief and ill-fated first marriage, my wife at the time wanted a cat. We were having some issues at the time and I remember her mother, who was a born-again Christian, telling the both of us that we should not get a pet. She said that if we had any extra love at all to give, that we should give it to each other.
We didn't and we got the kitten.

Casey was an orange tabby. When he grew to full size he was big. Everybody that came in contact with him for the first time always had the same reaction: That cat is huge! And his heart was even bigger. Every night, Casey would always wander into the bedroom and lay across the top of my pillow and fall asleep. He also, would jump up on my chest and rub his chin across mine. I guess that he was giving me "kisses" for saving him from the Humane Society.

Around the time Casey was 3 years old, he got a urinary tract obstruction that left him on death's doorstep. I took him to my vet who was able to clear the blockage, but could not seem to get Casey to respond to treatment. He advised me to just take him home, so he could die peacefully there. I picked him up and drove across town to another animal hospital where my new vet put him on a regiment of a nasty smelling peanut butter-like paste that had to be administered several times a day. I would even leave work for 15 minutes or so to go home and give him his medicine. This cost me about $400 in 1980 money, but Casey slowly regained his strength and lived 10 more years. I remember at the time I had joined a gym and I told the guy that I would have to pay him in installments, since I was tapped out at the time due to vet bills. He was flabbergasted. His response was..."$400? I would have let the damn cat die!". To make a long story short, I never returned to his gym. No wonder it folded a year or two later.

Casey passed away at age 13 during the one year time period in the "new" house that my wife and child and I moved to in 1990. He was buried in the backyard in a pet casket, complete with headstone. While we were busy packing up all the contents of the house(including the swing-set that had taken me an entire day to assemble), my daughter said to me..."Dad, don't forget Casey." I could just as easily brought the headstone with us to the brand-new house that we had bought just around the corner, and she would have never been the wiser. But that would have been a lie, and being honest was the one trait in my child that I always felt was the most important to instill. And I still believe that to this very day!



Saturday, October 15, 2011

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Don't Look Back.

It has been ten years since I watched that second plane hit the World Trade Center. I was off that day and was getting ready to go get a haircut, when the events started. The local commentators kept saying that maybe something was wrong with the radar in the New York area. I yelled at CNN, the fuck there is...we are being attacked. I went to Barb's house, where she had added a saloon, and we both watched the events unfold in horror. I immediately drove to Bennett to pick up my daughter. I think that you all know the rest of the story.

I have never been one to dwell on the past for very long. And the older I get, the less time I dwell. That is good advice at any age. Shit happens in life and one must move on; the sooner the better.

With that out of the way, I would like to tell you about a local band that I really listened to last night at Lagoon Bar. My friend for like forever, Danny Ray, has been touting Front Page News for quite some time. Front Page News is a cover band that always packs the dance floor. That is a testament to their showmanship and talent. They play all the songs that I have grown up listening to. And listening to music has never stopped for me and it never will. I even have in my final arrangements for "Ripple" to be played, as my last request.

First up is FPN, followed by one of their better covers last night. Oh, by the way, don't forget "Ripple".





Let's Roll!

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Monday, August 29, 2011

muse(n.): a guiding spirit.

11 days with this newfangled smart phone and it failed me.
I used it quite a bit today and people had been telling me that I should let the battery run down to almost ZERO, so I would get a good charge.
So the thing runs down to 20% and I put it on the charger.
An hour or so later, I go to use it and NOTHING.
I frantically email my daughter for help.
Then I see that my coworker Jon is on facebook.
I messaged him and he "talked" me through the process that had worked for some of his friends.
I am off tomorrow, so I will be visiting my local Verizon store.

The moral of this story is that friends come in all shapes, sizes, colors and AGES.
I told Jon, earlier today at work, that if he was my son, I would be very proud.
His reply was..."I get that a lot."

I was not surprised.


Friday, August 19, 2011

Slow and Easy.

I like the way things are going.
I met a stranger and now we are friends.
I want to cultivate our friendship, so we become good friends.
The only thing remaining is for us to become best friends.
If it is God's will, it will be.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

GLORIOUS DAY.......

"Living he loved me, dying he saved me."

Four years ago, this month, I started this blog.
My original attempt at blogging was titled "Daddy'sdying"; and he was.
A lifetime of dying relationships and substance abuse had left me tired. I was making an attempt to reach out to the only constant that had ever been in my life: my daughter. A wiser head prevailed and I retitled it "afterthegoldrush". First good move.
Two years later, after putting the bottle down, I had some experiences that made me question the entire concept of the here and after, even my own existence.

I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal savior.

It has not been an easy road, as I lost my mother the following year.
I hope that she is shining down on me and smiling.
I would like to thank my daughter and all of my good friends who have stood behind me over the last four years. You know who you are. No real names or screen names need to be applied.
"Afterthegoldrush" has served it's purpose. It saved me. I would never abandon something that I hold so dear to my heart. It will be passed down in my will.
I have started a new chapter in my life, one that I hope and pray will occupy most of my time until my dying moment. When my prayers are answered, you will be the first to know.

Thank You, Lord.



Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Game On!

se-di-tion(n.)

1. Conduct or language inciting rebellion against the authority of a state.

2. Insurrection; rebellion.

Damn! I like that.


Good feelings...





...And this, too.

Be On My Side/I'll Be On Your Side.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Feast or Famine.

This is such a wonderful song with a great cast of characters.

One minute, I think that I know what is going on and the next minute, I have no clue.

I need to stop thinking too much and just enjoy the ride.

And living one day at a time, instead of one minute at a time is more profitable.


Friday, August 5, 2011

Home.

Writing.

The year my family moved away from Delaware, both my parents were employed by the Cape Henlopen School District. My father taught, either math or history, at Lewes High School. My mom was an art teacher in Milton. The only memorable thing that I can recall from my dad's one year stint was the term, "Tolmey Wings". A girl in his class, Patricia Tolmey, had her hair cut below the ears and the front sides stuck out in a curl about 4". My mother was more vocal about her experiences. One of her students was a poor black boy, who was deemed "retarded" by his fellow classmates. He allowed her to take home some of his artwork for me to see. He was really good. He made a candle in a half-gallon milk box and wanted me to have it as a Christmas gift. It is most likely in my attic.

It seems that I forgot to add a video. I'll call this one:

"Get the fuck out of Dodge, because it ain't gonna be pretty!"

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Now, I Got Something To Say.

Melody is supposed to accompany lyrics, not the other way around.

... cool jam ...

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Air Florida Flight 90.

I took this same flight the summer before it's "deadly error".
CoastGuardGirl was visiting one of her boot camp buddies who was stationed in Tampa.
The best deal that I could get, after flying out of Salisbury, included a 3-hour layover @ National.
What to do, what to do?
Why hit the bar for some "time killers".
After about 6 beers, I boarded the "filthiest" plane that I ever flew in.
As soon as the wheels left the tarmac, I ordered "anything with Bourbon".
The next thing I knew, the stewardess was shaking me and telling me that we had landed.

By the way, the following tragedy is just one more (Reagan assassination attempt, Challenger and Columbia explosions, 9-11 etc.) that I can add to the list of "Why was I off work this day?".



Friday, July 22, 2011

?

I guess that a question mark is better than nothing







[ HIGHWAY SONG ]

i used to be really shy. i kept my mouth shut and talked through my thoughts. it wasn't until before my 19th birthday that i spoke up. that really wasn't that long ago.

Arthur "Big Boy" Crudup cover.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

bro.

That guy in the back on the hollow body guitar reminds me so much of my brother.
It's uncanny.



Big fish in a small pond.

Hey, Now!

I don't feel that I need to write a damn thing. If you all ain't got the message by now, then may the good lord bless you.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Back To Reality.

My mortgage company has received my app for a reduction in terms. I'm not sure how that will play out. But when you've got nothing, you've got nothing to lose.
I'm at a crossroads today. Should I continue to seek, so I shall find or should I sit back and see what develops? I guess that I will just have to wait and see.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Mission complete.

"mission statement".

Four years ago I started this blog(by another name), as a letter to my daughter. I felt that I needed to reach out to her at that time, because I felt that I was about to die. Let me rephrase that; because I did not want to live any more. I guess that I just wanted to talk to her.

Three years ago my brother passed away, after a long illness. He really was the man behind the music. Being six years younger, I soaked up everything that I could from him.

Two years ago I had an "other-worldly" experience. It involved "spirits" and "premonitions" and a momentary "out of body experience". It came down to a moment of decision. Did this thing called "life" even exist? And if so, what was it's purpose? What was it's meaning?

:)









Wednesday, July 13, 2011

I Can't Forget Why I'm Here.

My anniversary is approaching fast. I really want to write about it. I really want to write again. I will write again. I will will myself to write again. Stay tuned.

I know I will.

10:34.

THE ROLLING STONES - Gimme Shelter (Live)

La la la la la.



Sunday, July 10, 2011

Saturday, July 9, 2011

The promised land.

The rising.

; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

Thanks, Tim!

You inspire me, without even tryin'...

"Big George".

I just got back from the services of an old friend in my hometown. Even though I had not seen George since I was a teenager, I always thought of him as "one of the good guys". Apparently from the turnout at the funeral home, I was not alone.
George was a few months older than me and he died from a heart attack. I was most touched by the courage and words of his only child; a daughter about the same age as my own. She spoke of the love and attention that her father showered on her and that he was always there for her, even after her parent's divorce. I've been there and I know that George, as I, showered her even more.
At the grave site, I spoke briefly with George's older brother. After introducing myself, I asked him one question. "Was he a Christian?" He replied, "Yes." I said, "That's good."

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

"This has deeply effected me........D8"

That comment on this video page has me in stitches!!!!!!!!!

New Post...

The Devil Comes Clean...





two4TUES.

Too soon in the day to add any commentary, if you get my drift.



Friday, July 1, 2011

Slight refrain.

For Me.

For You.

here is a real good find, in my opinion:sneakin' sally.

not really much to say at the moment. things are not looking down with that semi-internet thing that i am pursuing. as i've said before...if you see a chance take it.
i put most of this stuff on facebook, but one of my favorite viewers is not on that network (at least to my knowledge?). he is the next best thing to my older brother: knows everything!


life is good.

finding so much good music from artists that i never bothered to listen to a few years ago. i think that a little bit of my brother's soul was left behind.:)

Traveling Wilburys - End Of The Line

Thursday, June 30, 2011

ROTFLMAOPMP.

(Can't) Find My Way Home.







Learning To Fly.

I look in my rear view mirror and see that life has been in three stages.

Growing up. Growing kid(s). Growing old.

My daughter sent me an email concerning a Tom Petty song that she had heard at work, but could not place. She did mention that in a way, it did relate to her. I just knew that "Learning To Fly" was the song. A young adult just starting out in life; spreading her wings, if you will. Such was not the case.

I see myself entering the final stage of my life. No more job changes. No new house to encumber myself with. Just a quiet resolve to fly again, for the last time.

I guess that this Petty song relates more to me, in a way.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

"RUSH"

Damn, that's good!

I have been hanging out on facebook(R) lately, but I just had to share this gem that I found while playing "Surf the YouTube. You may need headphones, as the audio is kind of light. Also, a big "High5" to whomever names the original singer of this mid-sixties classic.



Love this Animals song!



Spill The Wine.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

The Bitter & The Sweet...



Stuck in "Lodi" again.





The Ballad of John and Yoko.

Damn Good Show!





I Know How You Feel...

HAS IT ONLY BEEN TWO YEARS?



There are a lot of people at this moment who are "shocked and sad" and I feel your pain.
Even though I am a tad older than MJ and liked his music,I can relate to the younger crowd who grew up to his music.
I know how you feel...
I felt that same way on December 8,1980.
I think this tribute video is appropriate and rather ironic considering all the connections that it holds.

Did somebody say Wang Dang Doodle?

Thursday, June 23, 2011

You.



I Believe in Your Song.

I have been thinking about the last four years, since I created this blog.

My life during that time has seen it's ups and downs and bitter and sweet.

I truly believe that afterthegoldrush has helped me "make it through the night".

I have met a lot of good people since August of 2007.

Some of those that have inspired me are Tim, Swampcritter, Two Sentz and Bill.

And to Twirling Towards Freedom!. You have inspired me...since day #1.

Thank you....

Rolling Stones LIVE (Satisfaction) 2006) [HD]

This is too good to be true!!!!!!!

TEMP'S Cover.

"She doesn't fuckin' know me!"

"Just My Imagination,,,

running away with me."

One

Sisters, brothers
One life
But we're not the same
We get to
Carry each other
Carry each other

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

"Move by the Left Flank!"



MUSIC: The Universal Language.

Arguments welcome.



Seeing none, I will proceed with my day.



"can't take it with you when you go so, Free and easy down the road I go"~ from a facebook friend.



Thanks, Tim.



sing-a-long.......



I had this video on my mind a few hours ago. When I went to sitemeter, someone was on this page from April 7, 2010. Happenstance, coincidence or something else?

Maybe, Angelo is right?




My A/C seems to be working fine now. Drain pipe running like a champ! Good things do come to those who wait...

The Summer of '69.

The family spent two weeks in Ocean City on 57th Street. I was 14 at the time. I remember this girl who's family was staying there also. I never approached her, but from afar, I was smitten. For awhile I even wore an orange plastic-beaded bracelet that I found on the beach. I don't recall that it was her's, but the thought of it brought me her memory. I sometimes wonder how her life turned out. Did she marry and have children? Was she happy? Was she sad? Did she even notice me? Does she look back on her life also, remembering the bitter and the sweet?

If she does, I hope that she is smiling. I know that I am.



For the dude that called me Neil Young...

That is not a compliment.

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Ain't To Proud To Beg.

I believe that it was in early 1983 that my relationship with "one of the Terries" finally came to an end. We had been living together for about a year and a half, until the Coast Guard transferred her to Glen Burnie. At that time in both our lives, we were a mess. We both liked to "party" and did a lot of it. The only problem was that when she drank too much, she wanted to fight me. I used to have to wear long sleeve shirts to cover the bruises. She once kicked a hole in the bedroom door, which I had locked to avoid her confrontation. The shit hit the fan the night that she barely missed my head with a beer bottle and then came charging at me. The "fight or flight" reflex struck me and I her. She ended up with a black eye and I was suddenly the bad guy. I tried to reconcile the situation and even planned to move up there. But it was not to be. And that is a good thing, because a year later, I ended up with who I was supposed to be with. There are multitudes of battered partners out there and not all of them are female.

The purpose of this post is to set up the following two videos. Not long after the final breakup, my brother and I were sitting around my kitchen table listening to music, as he tried to console his "heartbroken" little brother. I put on the first song and he asked me why I was listening to this when I had "the real thing". I thought that he meant "why are you listening to this song when you are going through this in real life". I was kind of offended that my own brother would rub it in. I called him on it and asked what he meant by such (a statement).

He changed the record.



BOB.

I feel like a rolling stone.



Monday, June 20, 2011

Lyrics Not Included.

But instructions are.

Twirling, Twirling, Twirling Towards Freedom!!!: Cat's In the Cradle

To my daughter ( you always give the best gift):

Thank You.

Twirling, Twirling, Twirling Towards Freedom!!!: Cat's In the Cradle

Cafe' Chaos Rocks!

This is the latest blog that I am following. I followed the tracks from Two Sentz and came upon a "true" music blog. Check it out. I know that I will.

Dude is burnin' the building down!

Cafe' Chaos: Midsummer Music & Food Festival: "If you're going to be in the Atlanta area on Saturday, June 18th, you have a couple of musical options. If the Rockabilly Luau doesn't appea..."

"STOP! ... HEY?"

10 points if you got the message of this post without pushing PLAY.

5 points if you got the message of this post after pushing PLAY.

0 points if you pushed REPLAY and went to make a grilled cheese sandwich.

It's Only A Lie, If You Think It Is.





At The End Of The Day.

My final thoughts on fatherhood...



On real daddys...

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Happy Father's Day.

I am truly blessed to be able to participate.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

A Moment of Silence.



:).

Like.

Father's Day Thread.

Happy Father's Day Eve...



My father was forty when I was born. He was in the midst of realizing his lifelong dream of owning a radio station at the time. I don't think that he could give two hoots as to what format it played; He just wanted to sell advertising. But not for the reason that you think. He just loved interacting with other people and if along the way, he sold them a spot on his station, more the better.
My father was an honest man and, by his actions, he taught me the same.



***from "Letters To Grandmom". Friday, October 30, 1953

Dear Mother and Daddy,

Well, this is the day that Milford got it's own radio station and the two hard working young men who married your daughters, finally heard their two year and 20 week dream come true on the air.
Since 6AM the station has been going strong. It's almost quitting time now on a very successful day. The first jitters showed through in a few rough spots early in the day, but since then it's sounded like a real big-time radio station. The staff is in very good voice, the musical selection of good variety and the commercials of promising frequency.

Love to both,
Kay

Less than a year later, Brown v. Board of Education came to town and, due to WKSB reporting the truth, his ad revenue dried up.
According to my mother (several years ago),"They killed his dream".



My only regret is that I did not give him the time, when he reached out to me in the years before he died. He would stop by and I would, at times, brush him away; like I did not have the time. Sorry, Dad.



And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make...

Friday, June 17, 2011

Jeffrey "Hollywood" Hastings.

In a little over an hour from now, my best friend from Salisbury circa 1969 and his mom will be meeting me for dinner @ the best restaurant Near Salisbury. We were both crazy, him a tad more so, but we have tempered over the years. Him, due to a stroke at age 35, a lot. Me, just a tad less.

This clip reminds me of Jeff in his heyday. He once got up and played air guitar as Boardwalk Elvis sang "American Trilogy" at a boardwalk bar @9AM.
Parties back then were not complete until "Hollywood" closed down the show!



Thursday, June 16, 2011

The Day Is Done...

New Thread.

I have never seen this video before. I like it. Any thoughts?



Lovin' this one...



W.E.A.K.Rocks!



and I have no idea who the fuck you are...

With New Music: The Dreams of My Forefathers: afterthegoldrush

This other blogger gave me a shout out today and I feel the want to reciprocate.

The Dreams of My Forefathers: afterthegoldrush: "I was checking out 2 Sentz blog this morning and I'm not sure who this guy is but he was the first to add me to his site and my first follow..."





She Wanted To Be One Of The Guys.

I think.

My sister would have been 58 years old today. She died in August 2000 from cancer.
She may have actually died from neglect. By herself.

My older sister suffered from manic-depression most of her life. When she was manic, she was going to write the next best seller or make a bundle selling some product via a pyramid scheme business. When she was depressive, she would barely get out of bed. At all times, she drank heavily.

Sissie was not supposed to be born second; I was. My parents planning was boy-boy-girl. It is possible that my brother could not wait another year and a half for his little brother, so he brought my sister up to climb trees, hit a baseball and tackle a boy 3 times her weight. She once chased a long fly ball so aggressively that she ran right into some goal posts.

I really pissed her off one day during our high school years. She was ranked #1 on our school's tennis team and was the reigning County champion. I recall that my mother got tired of the two of us arguing about who was better, so she took the two of us to the college courts to settle the score.

Sissie's game of playing baseline was no match for my aggressive play. I don't recall the score of the unfinished match, as my sister stormed off the court due to some "reason". Neither of us talked about it again.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

My Purpose.

welcome.







The Memories Of A Man...

Originally posted on 5/13/09 @ 6:24 PM.

A post and a comment yesterday on SBYNEWS about the zoo and two of their employees brought back some old memories.
First of all,the post made me think of my sister.She and Ann were very good friends.She and Gary were also friends.My sister also worked at the zoo for a period of time(until the emu episode,but that is a whole different story).
Another memory was unleashed by a comment about Gary and tennis.Here is that memory.

Until 1972,the James M. Bennett High School tennis team had never been defeated since it's inception.That year we only had 4 matches and we lost the first two.To add salt to the wound,WiHi,our cross town rival was the first loss(on our home courts,nonetheless).

When the team traveled to WiHi for our second meeting,Coach K.(the P.O.D.teacher)had a plan to save face.He would shuffle the #1 thru #6 singles seedings and hope for the best.I was seeded seeded #6 or the worst of the best.I was chosen as the sacrificial lamb(a sure loss to gain two other wins in the shuffle) to play WiHi's #3 seed Gary.

Coach K.'s strategy did not work out the way he had envisioned it.One of our higher seeded players had lost and the match was tied at 4-4(6 singles and 3 doubles).

I don't recall the breakdown of forced/unforced errors in my 2 set match with Gary.All I remember is that I returned almost every shot he offered.

When we met at the net to shake hands after the match,Gary told me that before we played he asked his team mates if they knew anything about me and they replied "Don't worry,He can't play tennis".At that point Gary said,"Let me tell you,You can play tennis"!

Coach K. was ecstatic and nicknamed me "The Cat" as I was all over the court.

Now for the rest of the story:

The sacrificial lamb morphed into a frenetic cat and won 6-1,6-1,giving our team a 5-4 victory.

...the deeds of a man in his prime.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT.

Anything written out of the Title: box constitutes a written post(because I make the rules).



Ain't that some shit!

Monday, June 13, 2011

As Good As It Ever Was.

Straight up.

This Friday, I will be going to Boonie's around 6PM.

Confirmed friends are Hollywood, and his mum, Saranay.

Maybe attending is Bird and his significant other.

Awaiting reply is you.

Life is too short to stay home.

am i fucked, or what?

I just got off the phone with my mortgage company, after replying to a teaser/mailer imploring me to contact them about lowering my monthly payment by $222.

The bad news is that my income/debt ratio is 72%. I have $157,829 in debt. My income is deemed insufficient funds.

The good news is that my three credit scores are 765, 755 and 748. I have almost six seasons of cash in my pocket. I may qualify for President Obama's Loan Modification Program.

What's new! This describes my life since 1970.

Note to self: write something.



I just received the following email from "Leeann D."

"Hey Kath! spoke to Blue Mt. there is onsite camping at the Fest, we are going Friday A.M. It is 80.00 for fest + camping, if you wanted to save $ instaed of a room. See you there either way."

Now I have to investigate this "Fest" and find out if Kath needs me to forward this email to her.

That's weird. In my post I included "Leeann D.'s" email address. In fact, I'm looking at it now on the edit page. But, as you can see, it is not included on the finished product. Is Blogger.com editing our posts? I guess that in a way they are. They must have a program that detects email addresses and erases them. I am not complaining, as I see that as a good form of censorship.

Well, That Was Random . . . .: The Spider That Wouldn't Die

I was playing the "next blog" game and came upon this post in short order(2 spins).
I swore that I had come upon my daughter's secret blog. One in which she writes her innermost feelings; the ones she doesn't want her father to know.
The writing style and topic is one that she could write. In fact, I think that she already has.

Well, That Was Random . . . .: The Spider That Wouldn't Die

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Under New Management: Still No Cover Charge.

It's still the same manager, but with one minor change. I will refrain from posting "Title/Video Only" posts. Nobody reads between the lines any more(what's this world coming to) and I was told at the inception of this blog that "I only visit when you have something to say".
I will leave my "metaphor soaked one-liners" to my facebook page.
Isn't that what facebook is for? To piss off friends and family. What's the point of pissing off a stranger?

His daddy "preferred the original line-ups", too.

Time is getting short...

Saturday, June 11, 2011

It's bad to be alone...

Thanks, Bro!

I would not be the person that I am, if not for my older(about 6 years) brother.
If salvation comes from my music, then Bat(Herb) was my tutor.
We(He) had this album,





and this album.



and this album.

"31".

Since I will be working @ 6:35PM, I will have to get my Belmont fix in early.
My heart says Shackleford, my head says Animal Kingdom, but my inner voice says Brilliant Speed.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Turn Some Pages.

The one thing that I think defines me is the fact that I have always been able to roll with the changes that happen in life. Some are inevitable and some are of our own doing. I have always been prepared emotionally to weather the storm.

Gettin' Quality "A" Reminds Me Of A Time Long, Long Ago.

It's in My Blood.

I Am One Appliance Breakdown Away From Bankruptcy.

Actually, it's not that bad.

The air handler for my central air is not acting right. This morning it was making some weird noises and the air flow was minimal. I shut it off.
This afternoon it was running normal, except for the fact that moisture was seeping out of the bottom of the cabinet. I thought that it might be that the drip pipe that disperses condensation from the unit to the outside of my foundation wall was clogged up. I only had a 2 foot piece of coaxial to clean it out, but it was not clogged for that distance. I shut it off.
I called BL&Sons for a Monday appointment.
I can live with a fan(that I bought on the way home today and assembled it despite the Chinese directions that are not or have never been understandable to this ADHD kid!)until then.
Hell, I can live with a fan all summer. It is the winters that get me.

BILL IS BACK.

AITC is back on the air after a snit with the FCC over some burned out light bulbs on his tower. Disaster was averted when the EIC found a runaway carnival grip, who went my the moniker "MonkeyBoy", to scale the tower and replace the bulbs.

Alive In The Chesapeake!!: AITC WEATHER EDITOR SLAYS 14 DURING HEATWAVE INDUCED "SISSY BOY" FLASHBACK.

My latest post/rant is included in the comments(after they are moderated).

Here is a hint:



Thursday, June 9, 2011

It's a 100 fricking degrees outside....

and I don't care.

"Faith Looks Ahead".

Words of wisdom for a friend.......

How To Save The Economy.

Make every day last 48 hours. Staff the extra shifts with the unemployed. Businesses will double their daily sales and profits. Everyone will be flush with cash. And the best part is that I will be 28 again. Oops, that means my daughter will be 12. There goes my extra cash via child support.











Sorry looks back. Worry looks around. Faith looks ahead.





Each is given...

a bag of tools, a shapeless mass and a book of rules.

Possibly the Worst Band Ever?

They stink so bad, that there is an antiperspirant ad running at the bottom of the video.

Monday, June 6, 2011

GONZO!

.......standing in front of my mirror

"Bethesda Power Outage Blamed On Squirrel".

A 37 month old squirrel from Chestnut Way, who was only 47 hours away from retirement, has been identified as the cause of yesterday's power outage in Bethesda,MD.

"Skippy", a recently released Pepco cable splicer, was distraught at the loss of his job and just recently his home due to tree trimming by his previous employer.

A police spokesman said that the squirrel's remains were identified this morning, after conferring with a "bushy tail" expert. He added that the most likely motive was revenge.

...All Headstones Face West.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Isn't The Internet A Wonderful Thing?



Carry The News.

Sound of Silence.





If You Like Morgan Freeman, You'll Love This Guy.

***Please take the time to watch Herman Cain's videos.

Like Chris Christie, he speaks the truth.

Unlike Chris Christie, he is running. And quite well, I might add.



Thursday, June 2, 2011

I Had An Unusual Childhood.

"The Copyright Has Run Out,

since my daughter has posted this on her facebook page."

The following is the result of a father, that was brought up on massive doses of MAD magazine, Jonathon Winters and too much time on his hands, who was handed the majority of the responsibility of bringing up his daughter in 1993.



"Honest and Refreshing"!

He may be fat, but he is sober and smart and I like his attitude. If you were an elected official, would you be any other way?