Thursday, June 30, 2011


(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


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...


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


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."


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.


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.


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.



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,

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...


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.


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


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 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.


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.


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.


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


.......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?