Monday, May 30, 2011



The Principles of Decency.

(from my facebook page).

How interesting. The 2011 Memorial Day Concert was brought to you by LOCKHEED MARTIN.
"We never forget who we're working for(R).

Saturday, May 28, 2011

can i leave you with this?

Santana - Soul Sacrifice (live 1969) HD

Show Me The Way/Gleaming Gold.

Holiday Blues.

I now understand it, when they say that many people find that they get the blues around the holidays.

This recalls an incident in the late 1990's.

It was either Memorial Day, July 4th or Labor Day. My brother and I decided to cook out on my back deck. Our mother called and said that Sissie was very upset that we did not invite her to the "Family BBQ". It wasn't a family bbq, we just both had the day off and decided to cook out. Nonetheless, my sister was included and I am sure that we had a very good time.

I'm not really that bummed, but I do see where many lonely people can get even more lonely, during any "family/friends" holiday.

Last Christmas, a very dear friend of mine, invited me to his family's Christmas dinner. I guess that they knew that I would be home alone, since my mom had passed.

Vet's Son Recalls Father's Service: Originally Poted on May 30, 2008.

Today is Memorial Day and it is the day to reflect on the brave men and women that allow me the freedom of speech to write this blog.
Considering the state of the world on this day in 2008, we should think of them more than once a year.
I am happy to say that my father was not at the Battle of the Bulge.He did not land at Normandy Beach.He did not serve in the South Pacific.He served his country stateside and for that I am happy.
Here is his story.

After December 7,1941, my father was drafted into the Army. Being a college graduate, he was sent to Officer Candidate School at the University of Florida in Gainesville.
Due to the fact that he was an employee of The Washington Post, the Army intended to send him overseas to perform subterfuge.
Two things saved him and kept him stateside.He had hammertoes and he informed the Army that he was not a reporter, he worked in advertising.
My father was no decorated hero during the war, but he accepted his duty and was in charge of the PX's at Camp Gordon in Georgia and Camp Edwards in Massachusetts.
His claim to fame during this time period was the fact that he wrecked the General's jeep and sported a lump on his forehead for the rest of his life.
I asked his wife if he had a favorite band leader and this is what she told me:

"He was strange.He would say,that song sounds familiar.What is it?"
"That's the Star Spangled Banner".

I now know why I am strange.So be it.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Thursday Night @ the Movies.

They don't make 'em like this any more. Actors, that is.

Dadblame Wicomico County...

There ain't a possum shank to be bought around here at any price!

But we can pay a PIO six figures to tell us we are broke!

Shout Out To Oprah.

I must agree that the line (@ 1:17),


is one of the true, great ones.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

"Thicky Thins"?

Check out those socks.


I do not know why I called that dude from comcast Ted. His name was Ryan. Maybe he mentioned that Ted Nugent was one of his father's favorites. I do recall him mentioning Black Sabbath. Or maybe his father's name was Ted. Or maybe my father's name was really Ted. Or maybe I am just (especially) crazy. Whatever. Who needs an excuse to HIT PLAY.


to Ted(Ryan) from Comcast Customer Service who talked me through the retrieval of this blog.

I guess that got tired of their emails to me bouncing and had had enough.

After getting my new email address verified, I told Ted(Ryan) that I would dedicate a song to him.

As a twenty-four year old guy, working out of Canada, he was into several different genres.

He, like my daughter, acquired a taste for the tunes that they heard at home on dad's stereo.

Ted(Ryan) picked "Rock/Alternative" and chose the following band. I chose the song:

Monday, May 23, 2011

...he's not technically Irish.

"May 9, 2009...Though he's not technically Irish(he's Welsh),...Van Morrison(born George Ivan Morrison) is Northern Ireland's most famous singer,..."


Check Out "& Friends".

The Green Thing - A MountainWings Moment

The Green Thing - A MountainWings Moment

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Continuing the theme.

I Had A Wonderful Yesterday.

1) I was not raptured (there is so much more to do here).

2) My horse came in (I will have to ride him all the way through the Belmont).

3) I reconnected with my best friend (other than my brother), whom I had not seen in many years.

Jeff, otherwise known as "Hollywood" (due to the fact that he always wore sunglasses), was the first person that I connected with after moving to Salisbury in 1968.

I really can't recall how we met, but we must have been drawn together by the fact that we were both somewhat misfits when it came to being accepted by the "in crowd" at Bennett in the late 60's to early 70's.

"Hollywood" and I remained close for twenty years. He was always there to lend an ear, as life rushed by.

In 1989, Jeff suffered a debilitating stroke and had to learn to talk and walk again. He sold his house and moved in with his mom. I used to stop by their house a couple times a month before picking up my daughter when she was attending Bennett, as they lived only several blocks away. Once my daughter got her license, I stopped stopping by.

They moved to western Worcester County two years ago, after rentals and crime infested their neighborhood.

Early last week, I got the notion to call them. Yesterday, I drove over the county line and we visited for several hours. It was wonderful to reconnect with both of them after all these years. We decided to make this reconnect a monthly ritual. We have so much to reminisce about. And to hopefully make some additional memories.

(8-BALLS is fronted by "Hollywood"'s brother-in-law Mark Weaver. He had a band called "Route One" back in the late 70's. I still occasionally listen to a promo cassette they made back then that were originals. Awesome tunes, by the way!).

Found Out About You.

I Ain't Ever Satisfied.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

... Brothers And Sisters.

I Love You All.

Let's Be Cool.

I Have Been Raptured...

and I am in heaven. The Stones are the opening act for God's big "welcome speech" (details to follow).

Hey, there's Walter Cronkite! I'm going to go buy him a drink.

Reality is in the mind of the beholder.

It's 6PM and Life is "Some Kind of Wonderful".

My Pick Three.


Sway Away

Dialed In

Rapture Music.

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Find What's Left.


tentative plan>

After The Gold Rush Cover Song.

I used to "pick" a pretty decent guitar solo to this song with a hollow body folk guitar, back in 1970-71.
I'm thinking about getting another guitar. Something inexpensive. I know a few people that could probably give me a lesson or two.
By the way, I did better than this guy and I could at least sing a little!

This is what I'm talking about @ a minute and a 1/2 in.

...and the wisdom to know the difference. Amen.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Monday, May 16, 2011

Miles From Nowhere Man.


A very close friend of mine is in need of prayers today. If you are one who believes in faith, then you know what to do.


Saturday, May 14, 2011

Not Afraid.

A comment worthy of a song(only the Stones could explain it best) worthy of a post.

Question: Why are you single?

Answer: Because I choose to be.

Reaching Out.

I believe that it was in March of 1965 that my neighbor, my godfather, my Episcopal minister, Reverend Dr. John E. Dyer, left Milford, DE for Selma, AL to march with Dr. Martin Luther King. I was only 10 years old at the time and did not know or care of the events that were taking place in the country. I do remember how frightened my mother was that Rev. "Jack" would not make it back unharmed, though.

Friday, May 13, 2011

oh hell yeah!

The Under Assistant West Side Promotion Man.

I am going to see if I can get something started here. I have always believed that this area could bring some decent music acts to the area, if only a true fan(and not a business guy) were in charge. This area has the potential. I may not have the potential to be that guy, but I will certainly give it a shot.

Here is my first shot.

Next Friday, May 20th, The Larks will be playing at the Bordeleau Vineyards & Winery in Eden, Maryland between 5:30PM and 7:30PM. It's right down the road, they have great libations and The Larks have some of the best musicians that this area has to offer.

If I can "beat the bushes" to garner enough votes to make this blog #1 on Michael Swartz's Monoblogue for two years running, maybe I can "put some fannies in the seats".

Share. (internethead). has been out of communication for the last day or so. I see that mentioned on several blogs and on facebook. A couple of blogs that I frequent even lost posts, comments and links. I was beginning to wonder if it would ever come back and how that would affect/effect my life. Mainly because this blog is registered under an erroneous email address. I unintentionally left a character out of my email address when I registered afterthegoldrush. What would I have done if had come back on asking all bloggers to retrieve their blogs by sending them an email. I guess that I could open another Comcast email with the missing character.
But the real point here is if I would be comfortable if I could not continue this adventure that I began almost 4 years ago. Simply put, no. I enjoy and thrive on putting my thoughts, beliefs and music in print. I enjoy and thrive on the interaction with other like people that my blog has afforded me.
Of course, I could start this blog over, if I lost it, but it just would not be the same. It would be like losing all your family mementos in a fire and the insurance company giving you a nominal fee.

Neil young After the gold rush by pouidg

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Redemption Songs.

Remembering His Father.

On this date in 1981, Bob Marley passed away at the age of 36. That same year, my father passed away at age 67 on November 18.
Last night, I came to the realization that my relationship with my father was pretty much nonexistent. It actually made me cry out loud. At the time, I did not know if they were tears of sadness or what. Tonight, I realize that my relationship with my father was a godsend. I spent a great deal of time with my own child when she was growing up. I guess that I would not have had it any other way.



Friday, May 6, 2011

Of Storm Cat.

I am picking one the following horses to win the 2011 Kentucky Derby.

Decisive Moment.

My favorite horse of all time was Tabasco Cat. In 1994, after faltering in the Kentucky Derby, he won both the Preakness and the Belmont. Ten years later, at the age of 13, he died from a heart attack, while in the breeding shed. I hear that those sheds can get quite raucous.
All five of the aforementioned horses are from the lineage of Storm Cat.

Go cat, go!

Days Like This.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

In Pursuit of God: Mrs. Wulff

In Pursuit of God: Mrs. Wulff: "I have decided to write today about Brad's Mom, my other Mother. In life few are the ones who are as blessed as me. I love Beth Wulff and tr..."




This was originally posted on September 29, 2007. Occasionally, I re-post things that I wrote when no one ever read my blog. I think most of my best posts were written with that very fact in mind: no one will read this, so I can really speak my mind. Today, I get around 35 visitors a day. Out of that, maybe 25-30 came here on purpose; the remainder from a google search.
I posted this article then and now for the same reasons: Frank was a good guy and John Bozman was a good writer.
I remember Frank Johnson as a gentle giant. He was well over 6 ft. tall and 300 lbs. All that topped off with bright red hair. His parents and my parents were neighbors. He was the manager of a local bank and I was the manager of a local restaurant. I remember going to him for a loan. When I disclosed my income, he replied,"Damn, Ridge, you make more than I do. A lot more!". I think that I said, "Yeah, we had a good year.". Before I hand this over to a real writer, I will give the back story on the (new) video that I am posting.
Roland (RT) Twigg was a local DJ who liked to dedicate this song to his friend, Frank. One time, when I saw Frank, I hollered...Take a walk on the wild side!. His reply was ...Thanks a lot!~atgr

September 29, 2007.

I was talking to a friend the other day and this man's name came up. Just the mention of him made us both smile. I spent the good part of an hour today looking for a newspaper article that I cut out of the Daily Times 14 years ago this month. The article was written by John Bozman for his column "Unclassified". I would like to share with you some bits and pieces from the article.

Thursday, 7:32 p.m.,Sept.16,1993.
Night lights emit an eery glow in the melancholy mist.A haze shrouds the funeral home at the top of the hill. It is a dreadful evening. The conditions are altogether fitting for a somber occasion.
Mike Dunn steps from the shadows as I approach the entrance." Write a good one about him, Boz," he says.
"Got to ," I mumble. "But I'm angry."
"We all are," Dunn says.

Tommy Lewis is directing incoming traffic. It's a part-time job.Lewis is a career professional in the Salisbury Fire Department.
We talk.
"Made thousands of emergency calls,"Lewis says."You become immune.But,when I recognized it was Frank,well,I..."
I understand the unspoken words;appreciate them.
Lewis breaks the momentary silence with a bit of wisdom: "Maybe Frank knew he wasn't going to live to a ripe old age.Maybe that's why he made so many people happy while he was here."
It is a comforting theory.
On the trip home,the night lights' eery glow reminds me more of a twinkle now.There's been a change in attitude.The anger is subsiding.
If it's true the Christian God has a sense of humor,Frank Johnson will be a tremendous asset.

Frank Thomas Johnson would have been 43 years old in December. He suffered a fatal heart attack at his home Monday,Sept. 13, 1993. There was no warning; no time to prepare.
Frank was special. He was a lovable,unforgettable character who shared the sunshine in his soul with everyone he encountered. His smile lit up many a room. His snappy one-liners triggered belly laughs. He was one of the most genuine, good-natured people I have ever known.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

New Local Blog.

From what I see so far...this outta be a fuckin' riot!

Oh boy, this is gonna be great!


Leave everything to me.

Fuckin' great, I tell ya!

listen when i tell ya.......


me and the boys don't like it.

This IS Not ZZ Top.

@ 5:28.

New Local Music.

Revitalize the Vessel is based out of Deal Island, Maryland. A woman that I had one date with is the mother of the bass player. On that date, we went to church and then to Goin' Nuts. Not sure which one turned her off!

(actually, it was me, but that is a whole other story.)

"There's No Need To Spike The Football".

Even though I do not like President Obama's far left policies, I will tip my hat to him on how he has handled the "bin Laden situation".
Deciding to not release the "show me the body" photos was the correct thing to do. We as a (supposedly) civilized society should be above gloating. Why give the enemy a bad parting memory of their god-like hero. They hate us enough. And to quote the President concerning the conspiracy theorists..."We don't think that a photograph in and of itself is going to make any difference." In other words, he would not be recognizable to his own mother.
This is the first time that I have put the "P" word in front of Obama. This is the first time that he has acted Presidential in my opinion. I hope that he allows me that editorial privilege in the future.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Ya'll Know This...

...but for the grace of God, go I.

Team 6.

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Still Unbroken.


Obama's press secretary's response to (a propped-up) Helen Thomas' question..."Did we get clearance to enter Pakistani airspace?".

(of course, you would have to hear "clearance" in place of "playoffs")

Obama to Osama: No "Graceland" For You!

Lest We Forget.