SO LONG FOR A WHILE

We Are Suspending Blog Operations  For A Much Needed Summer Break.
MEANWHILE WE WISH YOU A
 HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

AIN'T IT DE TROOF?

You better quit watching CNN, Richard. 
They can sense brain death.

******* STARS *******

Sometimes we know when they arrive.

We watch them grow; we see them thrive

The blossoms they produce give joy.

Sometimes their private lives annoy.

We watch them mellow then mature.

For passing Time there is no cure.

We hate to see them start to fade,

Begin to dim, move towards the Shade.

As we grow old, we can look back,

Review their lives as ours grow slack.

We lose our grip, as they lose theirs,

Yet of us they’re caught unawares.

It doesn’t matter that the Affection

Moves from us in one direction.

What they have given us will last

After their own brief lives have passed.

For they gave meaning to our lives

Through losing husbands, changing wives,

Raising children, our careers

Without them might conclude in tears.

But at their best the Empathy

They evoked helped us to see

The Laughter they put on Display

Gave us Perspective, showed a way

To see less egotistically

To think far less derisively

To act with more Compassion

Our point of view refashion

To lighten Burdens, keep on smiling,

Know Good Humor is beguiling.

The worst things have a funny side

Knowing that, the sunny side

Of life is reached more easily

When we behave less sleazily,

Shun the lazy, cheap and foolish,

Wasteful, hateful, weird, and ghoulish.

We owe these Special People much

They’ve taught, enriched, filled Gaps. They touch

Our Hearts long after they have passed.

What they gsve us we know will last.

Performance Art transcends the faults

Performers lives have as they waltz

Above to Music of the Spheres

Where Uplift cheers,  and then endears.

And so though Stars, like us, may fade

Flicker, dim, move  toward the Shade

Their Light will last with Certitude

If we love Them with Gratitude.

~ FreeThinke

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TRY TO REMEMBER

Black and White TV        

(Under age 60? You won't understand.)

You could hardly see 
for all the snow.

Spread the rabbit ears 
as far as they can go.

'Good Night, David.     

Good Night, Chet.'

Chet Huntley and David Brinkley

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter and I used to eat it raw sometimes, too. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in ice pack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.

Almost all of us would

Have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring!), no beach closures then.

The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

  We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors.  I don't remember getting seriously injured, buI must have because they tell us how much safer we are now.

Flunking gym was not  an option... Even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

Speaking of school, we all said prayers and sang the national anthem, and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention.

       We must have had horribly damaged psyches. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses?  Ours wore a white cap and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

I just can't recall how bored we must have been without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box, 270 digital TV cable stations and SmartPhones.

         

Oh yeah... And where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could 
have been killed!

We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked. 

         

Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $99 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where 
it was such a threat. 
         

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either; because if we did we got our butt spanked there and then we got our butt spanked again when we got home.
         

I recall Danny Winfield from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop and falling off unto bushes Little did his Mom know that she could 

have owned our house! Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a jerk. 

Ours was a neighborhood run amok!

         

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family.

How could we possibly have  known that we needed to get into Group Therapy and Anger Management classes?

We were obviously so ignorant about societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country 
ought to be taking Prozac!

However Did We Survive?

LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA; AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T, WE'RE SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING!

It’s good to emember that life's simplest pleasures are very often the best.

A CARTOON MAY BE WORTH 

TWO-THOUSAND WORDS

CURRENTLY #1 on the ASS PARADE

BUT FOR HOW LONG?

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