Saturday, August 31, 2013
Friday, August 30, 2013
Heck, even today a couple of them are still pretty scary!
Thursday, August 29, 2013
I'll probably sport it again soon. It'll be a special day though. That's for sure.
I'll 'tie one on' with the Windsor family, just for Dad.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Me? I just keep click, clacking away.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
These days, give me the lazy river! That's my speed. I can even handle the wave pool, especially when it is freakin' hot all over. I'm pretty patient too, especially when I'm waiting for something that has a good payback, either physically or emotionally. You won't find me waiting in line for overpriced food. Heck, they attempt to finagle $3.50 out of your pocket for a bottle for water. Same goes for those ungodly, staggering lines that meander up the big draw waterslides, in all designs and lengths. Don't look for me there either. I'll be splashing around in a tube on the lazy river and waving to these lifeguards every 20 minutes or so. After all, someone has to keep these boring jobs interesting.
It's a tough job, but I'm overly qualified.
Maybe they'd let me float around with one of those umbrella drinks.
Monday, August 26, 2013
"I am currently unable to take your call, please leave your message after the beep"
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Many of my friends believe I live part of my existence in a fantasyland
Four times a summer, I do.
I have the Playbills to prove it.
* What's ahead for next summer-
Buddy, Chamberlain, 7 Brides for 7 Brothers, and Footloose. Can't wait.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
I found his story on the CNN website. It's worth a look. I was pulled in.
What makes us do what we do?
When we're aging, but in good health, what takes us so close to the precipice?
Life's a thrill ride for me, and I like to think the coaster ride is still on the way up!
Friday, August 23, 2013
Thursday, August 22, 2013
I might call it Wired. I've felt this way before. After three to four cups of black, regular coffee and I can be 'flying'. Wired, if you will. Sometimes, my tummy doesn't feel so well either. I love coffee, but not this discomfort.
This mother and child moment on a warm summer day made me smile, as I walked around the garden. It seemed many miles away from my three to four cups of java.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
I had a pretty good arm growing up. I would bet you today, if I was standing in the middle of the square at the center of Morrills Corner, I could grip a baseball in my hands and heave it six different times, and I'd land it near the pumps of the six filling stations at the corner. Six, count them Six! There was an Esso, an Amaco, a Shell, a Sunoco, a Flying A, and a Cheveron. They were all there within sight, within hitting distance of at least the pumps. How many do you think are left today of the six? Marchin, my brother, knows the answer. Now, if you guessed ZERO, you would be quite the guesser.
Heck, you might even venture down to Old Orchard Beach and take over the booth of Dave the Guesser.
The corner has changed quite a bit, from when it was my old stompin' ground. As a matter of fact, there are only two buildings that have kept their same use for over 50 years. Wanna try again?
I'll tell ya, if you said it was a bar and a restaurant, you'd be correct again. Back then, the bar was The Brass Rail. It's now the Morrills Corner Pub. I worked at Edna's Restaurant, which now goes by the name of Samuel's Bar and Grill. Wow! Over fifty years and just two establishments still standing as is. Amazing!
And by the way, growing up I pleaded and begged 'the powers that be' for a McDonald's nearby. No way. At the time, there was only one set of Golden Arches in town. Now? You are right again, Swami! A good size set of arches moved into the neighborhood and took over one of those gas stations many years ago.
Just my luck.
Thirty-five years too late for me!
* By the way, these two, colored caps were found on the cement lot of a once thriving full-service station in New Jersey.
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Growing up there was no such thing as time.
I think I remember my grandfather giving me one of his old watches once, and Santa dropped one off under the tree for me the year I became a big boy. I can't remember having a timepiece on my wrist through my high school years and even college for that matter. However, I don't think Mom would have sent me off into 'the wilderness' college life without one, but I just can't recall. She packed everything else for me, so I gotta believe a watch was in that trunk somewhere.
When we headed off on our adventures of the day, we mostly went watchless. Somewhere along the line, one of the guys showed the rest of us how to properly draw a sundial in the dirt and this served us well. Especially, if in our intensity of playing army, hitting golf balls across Gullivers or being stuck in the late innings of a tension-packed game of baseball, we didn't hear the 2:14 whistle at the mill sound that always signaled it was time to get ready to deliver papers at 3 PM.
Now that I think of it, time lurked everywhere in this kids growing years. I just didn't know it.
Time was like God; it was and is everywhere.
Tick, Tick, Tick.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
Any other plans on how to destroy ears of summer corn?
If not, I think I'll just be 'summer happy' with my side to side rat-a tat tat... DING!
Friday, August 16, 2013
I'm a bit disappointed on how this image ended up. The red oubuilding holds its own , but yesterday morning the wheelbarrow on its side and the yellow and white wildflowers just added so much to the total scene. Now, the blue barrow and flowers have gone the route of a total washout.
It is what it is.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
A cowboy walked into a drygoods store and strolls up to a man and says, "Excuse me sir, but are you Mark Twain?"
The whitehaired gentleman repled, "Yes, I believe, I Am."
The cowboy said, "Well, I reckon we're the best in our lines. I'm a big fan of your work. If it would be alright, I'd like to sit with you for a moment. You may have heard of me too. I'm Jessie James, the outlaw."
Twain repled, "Yes, I believe, you are."
Mark Twain was a great believer in the folly of the participants in the passing parade.
I'm still grinning at that dry Twain humor of his last line.
By the way, it is said that James used to hide out in Mark Twain Cave in Missouri.
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
"A sharp clip-clop of iron-shod hoofs deadened and died away, and clouds of yellow dust drifted from under the cottonwoods out over the sage." ZG
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Risk wasn't a part of my vocabulary. Still isn't.
Sometimes, I wonder if I'm normal.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Even mass destruction can have its silver lining.
And the wide slice of Seaside pizza was still delicious!
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Well, gotta have the cell. Can't live without the cell. It's this world we live in today. We must be connected. We have to be continuously checking for something... anything. Someone must be out there ready to tell me what they had for breakfast, what they plan for their day or how really happy they are, at least for now. Some days, I truly wonder how I ever survived my teen and early adult lives without being attached, almost at the hip, to these rectangles that shout out color, videos and random music from favorite songs. We are being held hostage in a way. In someways, on some days I wish the SWAT teams might break through and rescue us. From ourselves. Last week, a good friend lost her phone and started an emotional breakdown. The tears just flowed and flowed. It was difficult to understand her at times. She was embarrassed too. Was she crying for loss of photos, numbers or messages? Quite frankly, no. She was stressed, because she could no longer hold it in her hand. It was a tactile thing, I guess.
Me? Lose my wallet, and then you'll see the tears flow and a few, well placed, curses to the sky!
Saturday, August 10, 2013
I can dream!
And that ain't foul!
Friday, August 9, 2013
Oh ya, and a friend's startled wrist.
I told her, "Tish, it's blog-worthy."
I do enjoy a fine woman's wrist, entangled in bangles and such.
Thursday, August 8, 2013
See, it's easy.
I can handle tofu, tabouli (or tabbouleh) and fried clams on the same plate.
Then this trash truck can clean up the place.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Simply put, in Boston sports lore, it was the night of The Goal. May 10, 1970. It was the fourth game of the Stanley Cup Finals between the Boston Bruins and the St. Louis Blues 40 second into the first Overtime. Coming across the front of the net, Bobby Orr took a pass from Derek Sanderson, who was positioned behind the net area. As he streaked across the front of the net with the puck, he was tripped and went airborne. He let it fly. GOAL! The Bruins won the Cup with a 4-0 sweep of the Blues, and the classic photograph was etched in the minds of all Boston hockey fans forever. This statue, just outside the TD Bank Garden, notes the jubilation in Orr's face as the puck reached the net. Stocked with beers, Peter and I watched it all from the den of his mother's livingroom.
Jubilation for us too!
It was a night.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Summers were so long.
Monday, August 5, 2013
Today, may you too find a shady spot to dine or do whatever pleases your fancy.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Ever read the collected stories of Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried? It is a group of stories about a platoon in the Vietnam War, and what they carried with them into war. Even thought the subject is about death and destruction in the everyday lives of these guys, I still found it an amazing read. Now, I'm packing for a short jaunt soon. Here's what I'm carrying in my backpack. Got copies of Mens' Health and Rolling Stone, an ipod, cell phone, a few meds, pens, a journal, notebook, my IU sweatshirt, an extra t-shirt, 2 small boxes of Mike and Ike candies, camera, headphones, a couple of bottles of water with iced tea mix to add, my sunglasses and two bananas. Yes, my laptop must be in there too and a pile of notes. I have some work that I need to take care of, hence the computer. It'll be a pretty hefty pack, but I'll unload stuff depending on the day and the itinerary. My money clip will ride in one of those side pockets.They'll probably be a couple of cigars hidden in there too. Shhh! Don't spread that around. Each one of these items is needed and has, as you might imagine, a little tale of its own. Of course, if it's in there it's important and has some measure of meaning. Honest. Which thing and story might you be interested in?
Saturday, August 3, 2013
I can't draw.
I can't paint.
I can't play the piano.
I can't fly a plane.
I can't repair my computer.
I can't build a house.
I can't captain a ship.
I can't hit a homerun at Fenway.
I can't fill my cavities.
I can't tune up my car.
I can't judge a case.
I can't walk on the moon.
I can't operate on a patient.
I can't design a skyscraper.
I can't survey my land.
I can't cure cancer.
Well, I guess you get get picture. There are lots of things I can't do in life, but in the 'plus column', I have friends and acquaintances that can do all of these things for me.
So what's the positive in all this. I realize that I can DO just about everything else on the planet. The list is long.
What do great minds say? It ain't braggin', if you can do it.
Oh, one last thing on my list.
I can't keep most things organized.
What's on your palette this morning?
Friday, August 2, 2013
Another summer adventure in the books for the Elenka and Birdman Show.
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Suffice to say, the devil made me do the deeds!