agreeing with C_+J_'s dad

I myself aint givvin' up on my hopes of beein' Presidnt ;) ;)

Beautiful post ol simmons, know that I think the world of you, and I love you, but I wish you could putt a little better. Coming from a guy who couldnt hit a donkey on the ass with a bass fiddle.

Also, Ive seen Garths chest, he could have that translated into three Chinese dialects, and they would all fit on his furry turf. But I have to agree that is a quote to live by. Priceless.

Hang in their Captain, golf season is right around these last grey clouds, thank goodness.

Mr.Simmons, sometimes disappointments lead to many fond memories.

Aw Kieth, your blog is a lot of fun to read, but your visits are even better!

I had to laugh as I read about at that petite elderly lady-gotta love that post-menopausal straigh talk! My father often repeats with a laugh the story about how my dear Aunt Bonnie responded to her daughter,Janie, at the family reunion once when Janie told her mother "My baked beans look much better than your bake beans!" Without missing a beat Aunt Bonnie replied "Well eat 'em then!" Ha! Classic!

The elderly. Our national treasure.

I've been doing a little introspection lately, and one of the thoughts that disturbs me is the ever diminishing resource of our elderly. The thought that in a few more years all the old-timers will be gone-well,it scares me. I know, I know, we'll still have google around to ask those questions to...yet there's something about the vasts amount of knowledge, experience, courage, examples of self-sacrifice, that the elderly possess that once it's gone, well ,gee..I'll feel kind of lost. My dad, for example, was born in year 1913. He still lives up in the old farm house where I was born (he delivered me, as well as cut and tied my umbilical cord-gave me an inny!). This guy's seen so much in his life....damn! It'll be a lonely day when he goes.

And what the hell do I have to offer the young but tax dollars? The wisdom of Maybe, maybe not?? Bah! I guess, if/when comes the time, I can think back to my Dad and what story he might use ,then do my best to tell it like it is/or was, on our side of the mountain. Or,suggest a google search.

Kieth,see ya tonight!

Oh btw,one of your sucessful legacys was in last night-love that Matty!-he speaks so highly of you.

My successful legacies are four fold, they are all different and I'm proud of all of them. They are my four best friends and my relationships with each are all unique.

Matthew is a class act and I only wish I had half of his intelligence and all of his sense of humor.

Remember what they say, "Always be nice to your children, for they will be the ones choosing your nursing home."

Emerson on Friday morning is exactly what I needed to start a weekend.Many kind thanks, and I am so glad I had fifty cents to give to that little old lady to harass you at the Big Store.She was supposed to tell you to eat more vegetables, but the short term memory seems to be the first part of memory to malfunction.We don't remember the past that well but who would know, we tell it as we want it to be remembered,regardless of what actually happened.Mark Twain said,"when I was young I could remember absolutely everything, whether it happened or not."

Let me thank you for mentioning Buckley.When I remember W.F.Buckley Jr.it is always with respect, and enjoyment and the word candor suddenly has a reason for being.He, and Emerson both had the observational skills of a sculptor.I am awake now and realize it is Mellencamp's "Little Pink Houses" not loud,I am hearing.One must sit and wonder what the little old lady does not care for.Good read and just gets better.

A friend of mine at work reminded me of a great comment of Buckley's from back in the 60's when he was running for Mayor of NYC. Someone asked what he would do if he won the election and he said, "Demand a recount."

I never knew until I read yesterday that as a young Lieutenant in the Army, he was a member of the honor guard at FDR's funeral and a few years later he served a short time as a covert operative for the CIA, under the direct supervision of E. Howard Hunt.

Hope&dust: as I know you are a stickler for spelling and would want to get it right: Keith.

Interesting tidbits on a youngish WFB, Jr.

Anyone else real happy it's Friday evening?

::Chuckle::

Thanks again,Chris&Jeremy'sDad!

Yes, not only did I misspell Keith, I also managed to screw up a few other words. At least I was able to get my post across the great divide of cyberspace this time. Last week I typed out a little story about what a marvelous sight Bill Guthrie was on the ballfield at Leach Elementary back in 1968-only to have it lost by the misplacement of a single finger on the keyboard.

And I promise you,there'll be more screw-ups to come!

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It was a pleasure to chat with you and Debra last night, Keith. Folks like yourselves help to make my work a real joy. Yup,it was another fine leap day!

It was Ralph,that was my Grandfathers name,it always had the sound of authority. My imagination sometimes drifts to conversations between Thoreau and Emerson.Walking down a dirt road discussing what was wrong and right with society and man.And Thoreau,bitching about Emerson bailing him out of jail, while he walked free to bitch.Simmons you alone that I personally know could write that play,one act with two main characters and Hawthorne could deliver a conclusion,striding back and forth smoking a pipe,tearing them apart with long pauses between phrases,verbal comas.It will sell Simmons,just write it down,and list who you want to play the parts.It would be nice to use those who comment on these musings. I will nominate Wigs,or Rambler for Henry David because of their common sense approach to life,and either would look good walking, using a putter as a cane, and C and J's Dad as Emerson because he has a point of view,and for his loyalty,an admirable trait, and well founded as I have read. What do you think, Matt as Hawthorne for the benediction, who could not listen to Matt?And he could leave you with something to think about,and think about and think about again.John M's lament,"Oh but ain't that America for you and me/

Ain't that America somethin' to see baby/

Ain't that America home of the free/

Little pink houses for you and me." low as Hawthorne leaves the stage.Joe could draw the poster. It is your fault Simmons, you are the one who asked if one could imagine.

I sure appreciate the plugs fellas-

Come on down,C&J'sDad,it'd be a pleasure to meet you.

After dinner here it's a lot of fun to walk a few steps west down the sidewalk to the fine establishment known as Aggies. There you can rub elbos with the locals and enjoy a cold drink.

outnumbered: What are you going to do with all those capital letters you've saved up over the years? Does your keyboard even have a shift key? Oh, and before hope&dust beats me to it, disappointment only has one 's'. How long you going to be in Florida?

C and J's Dad,something makes me think you might fit the part, maybe type cast and sometimes that is not the best, when selecting actors,but aren't we all actors.When you were six it sounds like being singled out to be seen,and heard sounded a bit uncomfortable for you,I hear you.I don't remember speaking to anyone at that age,perhaps "I'm sorry, or "thak You" I could not talk to people,I was afraid of people. At that age exactly, most of my class mates became afraid of math.I started playing black-jack with my parents and their friends at about that age and learned to count well revolving around the number 21,adding or subtracting.If you had 16 you needed a 5 or less,I did not have to think about it in the least.So,people scared me but numbers became my friends, two plus two was four, every time.People changed from time to time, but two plus two was always four,every single time,I could rely upon numbers, when I was six. When I was about 53 sitting in a Roman History class taking a test it looked to me like it was written in Chinese or some language I could not grasp. I told Dr. Dixon I needed more information.I just answered all the questions about all these men the same;they were Italian Gentlemen from Rome sometime around 325 B.C.E. and handed it in and told Dr.Dixon I was leaving early to go to the Science Bldg. where there was something I could count on. No pun.Two plus two was still four,every time.I have always taken comfort in the reliability of numbers.When chaos surrounds me and I am caught red-handed,found out,hooked in every way,it suddenly dawns on me,yes, the sun comes up in the east every time.If a person can convince one other person the lifetime value of becoming friends with numbers, just one,he/she has given a priceless lifetime gift,the only thing greater to do is try to do it again. Now,just how do I explain to my great-nephew how a negative times a negative becomes a positive.He has convinced me that I am relying on faith.

Simmons invited my family to dinner a couple of Fridays ago, and it was a spur of the moment invitation. I did take a rain check, and my family is looking forward to it.

Game nights sound ok, but my night ends about 10 or so. Gotta get my rest so I'm ready to chase those birdies the next day.

You are correct, a good laugh is a better feeling than the smallest of paper cuts.E.E.Cummings had a large savings of uppercase letters,and he managed to say a great deal.I don't mind someone using lowerercase,but it disturbs me that someone tries to reinforce their point by using too many uppercase letters. The keyboard on the laptop is different than the desktop keyboard. Or I am used to using the laptop and now the desktop is difficult to use.It is the Gilda Radner syndrome,"it's always somethin."