A fellow member of our writers guild was working on a "post" for his website and he shared this idea with me last night. Thanks, Marvin, I will post a link to your article as soon as you get it posted but I couldn't wait. I remember this as a youngster and now as an Old Codger it is more true today. Please spent 4 minutes and watch this video by Red Skelton...Thanks, Glenn
http://youtu.be/TZBTyTWOZCM
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Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
"Where have all Ya'll Been"?
Some of us “old timers” remember a popular song by Johnny Rivers with which we ground a lot of cornmeal into the hardwood floors of various Texas “honky-tonks” during the 60’s and 70’s.
I hadn’t thought of this old favorite for many years until I was looking for a topic for my return to the “blog-us-fear”. Most have probably not noticed but I have been a little slack in keeping up with my posting and commenting on all my favorite blogs, but those of you who may have notice my absence, I figured I would kind of fill in the blanks of “how come”this has been.
Christmas is noted for being a time for surprises. We had a great Christmas day. I cooked a dressing and “The Boss” and I added all the extras and took lunch to her 92 year old Dad, who still lives at home. We had a grand time. The girls were going to gather at our house later Christmas day, so we returned home and started the “dressing routine” all over again. My goodness, the grandkids were a joyous bunch. Squealing and a hollerin’, jumping, riding in the new John Deere sideboard wagon, American girl doll sleigh riding, cap guns along with a long list of other gadgets.
All tuckered out, the kids, and some adults hit the hay pretty early. The Boss and I usually stay up with the bunch that likes to talk and visit. This is always a pretty good size group, but finally around 1:30 am everyone finally gave in to weariness. That cool sheet on my bed felt great. The Boss takes longer to get her list covered so she was still up around 2:00am, when I woke up. No need to cover all the technical parts of my self-diagnosis, but I will jump to the part where I said, “Boss, meet me in the van, I need to go have my blood pressure checked.” With little commotion, I told my youngest daughter, “don’t wake the others, I am going to have my BP checked and we will call you. You can explain if anyone wakes up.”
Skipping over the details of the tubes, wires and vampire visits from the ER room, the next morning the cardiologist visited and said we would do the “dye routine”, but he thought he could treat the heart attack with just medicine due to the fact that I had immediately take a couple of aspirins on the way to the ER and fast reactions in getting to the hospital, damage seemed to be less than usual. A second option would be placement of one or more stints, or a less likely would be a bypass operation. The next morning, we did the ”dye routine” and surprise, surprise I won what was behind door number 3. He showed me the picture of the procedure’s results and he didn’t have to do much explaining. Friday, I took a three- four hour nap while I received a triple bypass for a late Christmas present...
And you are thinking, ”What the hell does that have to do with Johnny Rivers?” The next day, The Boss was showing me the “dye” picture again and I pretty much knew that at some point I would be writing this blog and out of the blue came a line of the chorus from this old Johnny Rivers song. The publishers are just going to have to sue me for changing the words, but these changes reflect perfectly with what I thought at that moment.
So ta-ack a goo-ud look at my face
You see my smi-ile, it’s back on my face
Now look closer, it’s easy to trace
“The tracks of My Years”...
(not actual pic, The Boss has the real one somewhere,,lol)
Friday, December 23, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
"Let's have a cup of coffee
Happy Thanksgiving to all...Have a cup on me.
Take a couple of minutes and enjoy the video and if you watch the whole thing, copy the pic and post on your site. You folks are winners.
Monday, November 21, 2011
NaNoWriMo - A slow trek through sticky Mollasses
Hazel in Pool room….(After She gets to Memphis- Several chapters skipped)
The juke box was silent and the only sound in the room was a June bug bouncing off the colored light panels of the juke box. Everyone was looking back and forth at each other. Ramone threw up his arms and let them slap against his blue jeans as he turned and left the bar, shaking his head. Hazel stood with her arms folded across her chest with one hip cocked out and patting her foot. Raoul alternated from staring at the table top and glancing back at Hazel. Words didn’t come as quickly as he had imagined they would.
“I don’t guess I really know what to say. I thought I would have something ‘cute’ or witty but for once I guess I feel lost. How have you been? That’s pretty thin but I really have wondered about it all this time.”
Hazel seemed to care less. Acting without emotion was a screen that she used quite often. “I have been Ok; nice of you to ask. Your concern these past years is real heartwarming. What am I doing here, and where am I going? You think you can send your goon brother and wrap me up like a package anytime you get a whime ? You might over power me but you will never win. As long as I can draw a breath, I will fight you. If you overpower me I will still not give in to you.”
“Causing you any anxiety has never been my intention, Hazel. Ramone promised me he would not harm or hurt you, did he? If he did, even my own brother will have to pay. You’re not here because I am trying to force myself back in you r life. I simply need your help. No one has the strength and determination that you have, someone I can trust. I can’t take any chances.”
“Why in the world do you think you can trust me, even if I agreed to help you in whatever hair brain scheme you might have working. You must think I have lost my mind. You packed up and left with no regard for anyone beside yourself. I don’t see any chains and locks because that is the only way you will keep me here, Raoul. You mean absolutely nothing to me. The Schlitz beer sign was reflecting in the pools building in her eyes. When I turn around a walk out of here, I hope I never hear your name spoken, much less see you again.” Hazel turned and started toward daylight.
Raoul knew Hazel well enough to anticipate her thinking. Before she had reached half way to the door, he put his hand on her shoulder. “Wait Hazel.” She turned and stood motionless, not daring to speak for fear of losing all control. “Wait, you can’t leave until you hear what I have to say.” His tone confused Hazel. The combative and condescending tone had left his voice. “I didn’t bring you here for me. You are going to help me and then you can go and do whatever you want too. Everything about me is depending on this operation I am working on, even my life. I have got to have your help and you are going to give it. This may be the most underhanded thing I have done to you yet, Hazel. You can’t win this one, I have Lucy.”
Raoul could easily have lost his left eye. Instantly before anyone looked in their direction, Hazel bolted toward Raoul with the fury of a mountain lion. The frequency of her high pitched scream echoed throughout the room burying her fingers into his eye sockets as he stumbled backwards, falling over a chair. A sickening thud resounded from the floor meeting the back of his skull as the air emptied from his lungs. For the first time he could remember, he thought that he was in trouble. Hazel dug her finger tips further into Raoul’s eye sockets while he made every attempt to loosen her grip on his body. Her legs were locked around his left leg and her teeth were latched firmly onto his left shoulder. Every attempt to roll his body into position to overpower her gripe, was met with an anticipated counter move that gained advantage for his assailant. She loosened her biting grip long enough to hiss a warning, “You son-uv-a-bitch, you have made a serious miscalculation. You will wish you had never ever known me. I have nothing to bet or loose, so I will promise you this on my soul.” Hazel took a deep breath and released her right-hand grip in order that Raoul would be able to look her in the eyes. “If you cause one scratch to come to be put on my baby, you can never imagine the terror you will experience. This I promise you, until I can no longer draw a living breath.” Hazel went limp and rolled onto the hardwood floor, flat of her back. Raoul, already on his back, fought to get his breath and hoped his blurry vision would improve. At this point, he was helpless.
Between spasms of fighting for breath Raoul rolled toward Hazel trying to focus on her image. “Lucy is Ok and is in no kind of harm. I didn’t know what else to do. I knew you would never talk to me but I have gotten into this thing and there is only one way out and you are the key to that. I had to have someone that had the courage and strength to follow through and if this was a test, I guess you passed. Are you ok now? I had no intention of hurting you. My estimation of your reaction may have been a little under-shot. If I don’t accomplish my goal, I will end up in the river so Lucy is my only wild card, so Hazel, you are going to have to listen and play along.
White hot hate radiated toward Raoul from Hazels ice cold stare. ”Let me hear it.”
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Hank and Billy Ray (Pork Chops and Collard Greens)
If you don't remember or have forgotten, this link to an earlier post, "PaPa" will brief you on what's happened and this is the next attempt at ,, well you know what I am doing here,, lol
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After Door Smash(Not real title of chapter)
“What the…Hazel do you have a towel or something?” Hank didn’t wait for a response. He grabbed a dish towel that had been on top of the beer sack. “Hurry, this is not going to help for very long. Damn, Hazel, I need something to stop this bleeding. Hurry. Hazel? Damit it!” The flow of blood had slowed but the compress was becoming saturated. Hank finally looked around the room. Billy Ray was sitting in the floor leaning back on his stiff arms. “Where the hell is Hazel?”
“She gone.”
“Gone? Where the hell too?”
“I don know.”
“Did you see her leave?”
“She did’n leave. He snatched her up by the arm and yanked her out the door.”
“Did she say anYthing about who he was or where they were going?”
“Nope, she look like she was dumbstruck. Did’n say nothing, jus gone.” Billy Ray looked like he had a dose of the dumbstuck. Hank was a little bewildered himself. Angelique seemed to be waking up. Hank tightened his hold on her as she started fighting against him.
“Hold still Angelique. You have been injured. We gotta get you to a hospital. Where the hell is a hospital? I better call an ambulance. Ya’ll got a phone. Hell no, I forgot. Billy Ray run downstairs and call the operator. Tell her we need an ambulance. You gonna have to ask the folks in the bar what the address here is. You got any change?”
Billy Ray, still looking like he was in shock, shook his head from side to side. “Nooo, besides, I am not sure I should be the one to go down there. It’s about to get dark and, well I just don’t know.” He gave Hand a look of embarrassing worry.
“Here, hold this in place, don’t let the blood start gushing again. I think I have some coins.”
“Give me a pencil and something to write on.”
Both men jumped from surprise and turned their attention to the girl. Her eyes were still closed but she seemed to be aware of the conversation.
“Don’t call an ambulance. I need my grandmother here. I’m not going to any hospital. I will write her phone number down if you will give me a pencil and paper. When you get her on the phone, you are going to have to talk slow. She speaks English but she understands better if you talk slow and in short sentences. Tell her what happened and she will know what to do. She is a doctor…of sorts. She has the things that I need, but the sooner would be better. You will have to go pick her up, she don’t drive. It’s not very far and easy to get there.” Angelique was becoming more awake but the effects of her injuries were coming to the surface too.
“I’ll be right back. Billy Ray, hold the bandage tight and talk to Angelique and try to keep her awake. Angelique, don’t worry, I will find her and it will only be a little bit before I get back.”
Friday, November 11, 2011
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