This story came out of a chain of events. On Facebook, several of us were talking about the late Mac Wiseman and how his voice was so unique and that led me to think about Texas songwriter Guy Clark, who also had a unique and warm voice. I then went to YouTube and came upon a video of Clark singing “The Cape.” The lyrics of Clark’s song brought back a memory of Tom Rambo and several of us neighborhood kids reenacting something we’d seen in a movie serial.
There was a Saturday matinee serial featuring some guys who flew around in phony looking spaceships wearing something that resembled a two-gallon bucket on their heads and capes that attached to their necks and ran down their backs attaching to the wrists and ankles. When they saw something bad happening on the ground they zoom down in their rocket, open the side door, and leap into the air with their arms and legs spread out akin to a flying squirrel. They’d then swoop onto the bad guys, subdue them, and save the day.
Every day there accrues a list of things that piss me off. Unless I keep notes the list is too long at the end of a given day to remember. That is a good thing, however, because it makes starting a new day a little easier. While I didn’t write anything down today here’s what I do recall.
Donald Trump made a simple slip of the tongue and called the CEO of Apple, Tim Cook, Tim Apple. Instead of just thumping his forehead and saying duh he had to make it look like he intended to call him that. He claimed he called him Tim Apple to save time. Seriously, has this egotistical asshole ever admitted to making a simple human error?
One of the worst SCOTUS decisions ever was Citizens United. Effectively it threw open the doors to campaign contributions. Mitt Romney just got hit with the biggest campaign violation fine since Citizens. His PAC, Right to Rise, illegally accepted $1.3 million from a Chinese owned corporation and was fined by the FEC $390,000. Don’t be surprised to learn that Trump gets found out for the same things.
Back in the ’50s, it was quite common to see bent willow furniture sitting on people’s porches and patios. A childhood friend had two chairs on their porch and I always loved sitting in them. They were handmade by an older man who lived in a small shack along a nearby creek. The creek and surrounding wetlands gave him all the raw materials he needed.
He would build single chairs as well as couches and side tables. The fellow didn’t have a car or truck so he pushed a large two-wheeled cart loaded with his furniture up and down the village streets peddling his wares. On days he didn’t have furniture to sell he would push his cart around town hauling away people’s scrap metals and newspapers.
I believe the only piece of willow furniture we ever had was a small child’s rocking chair that one of our daughters used for her children.
Several years ago I was driving through the Florida Panhandle and came upon a large pickup truck with a cab-over rack. The vehicle was heavily loaded with beautiful bent willow furniture. I don’t know where they were from or where they were going but I sure wish I’d chased them down and brought a couple of chairs home.
It’s been a long time since I gave the subject any thought but today I came across a video of a young man in Kentucky who’s keeping the craft alive. If I wasn’t so damned old now I’d look the guy up and place an order. I’ll post the video below and hopefully, this will bring back some pleasant memories for you.
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By the spring of 1969 I had two more classes to take to fulfill my requirements. I needed to take public speaking and a literature elective. Public speaking was required of all students seeking a career in teaching. I was so fearful of it I put it off till the very end. Turned out I feared for not, I loved it.
The literature class I decided on was Science Fiction Literature. Both classes were summer classes and I quickly learned that Catholic nuns went to school in the summer and they were serious about getting all the As. The other lesson was that literature teachers who are serious fans of Sci-Fi also take summer classes.
Trump is the first occupant of the White House who has been given carte blanche to make shit up while providing zero evidence.
It’s been said that Trump Tweets while sitting on the toilet each morning. I’m thinking his most angry, ridiculous, and outrageous Tweets come from those times when he is the most constipated.
If Obama did tap Trump’s phones it suggest a federal judge saw sufficient evidence of wrongdoing to justify a warrant.
In one February Ohio week we had the highest temperature ever recorded, followed by plummeting temperatures and spitting snow, and finishing up with a tornado that left a 7-mile track through Highland County.
Old Chinese proverb, “Be wary of autocratic rulers with goofy fucking haircuts.”
Being a political junkie and having Trump in the White House makes it almost impossible to have a random thought that is not political. Consider this a warning.
I just spent four hours shredding documents in what is supposed to be a paperless society.
I’m becoming paranoid about Trump being paranoid.
Since January 20, 2017 I’ve had a solid reason to get out of bed and turn on the TV. Unfortunately I’m getting to be a historical eyewitness to the Trump directed meltdown of America.
The older you get the less you are aware of popular culture. Driving past a multiplex I didn’t recognize a single movie title on their bill board.
I’ve often wondered what should be the measure of having too much money. Possibly it’s being able to afford to rent a rocket to take you beyond the moon and back.
All presidents should stop using war widows and victims of violence as political props in their speeches.
Politicians need to immediately stop putting party before people. They should begin and end any legislative thought by asking if the consequences honestly serve the betterment of the general population.
I have a Facebook friend who stimulates the conversation by asking a Question of the Day. Today the question was, “Are you a planner or a winger?” Considering my response got me to thinking about some family and friends.
My wife is a planner, Rarely does she engage in anything without considering all the details and weighing all the contingencies. I’m not really being critical because it frequently proves that her way saved the day . She makes a good balance to my almost total impulse to wing it. This is especially true when traveling.
One of my best friends retired about the same time as I did. We had discussed what we would do and we agreed to be spontaneous and impulsive. He once said to me, “If I pull in your driveway and say jump in, we’re going to Connecticut for a hot pastrami sandwich, grab your toothbrush and kiss your wife.” I agreed and on a couple of occasions we did things just like that. On one occasion, while fishing in the too early spring we came off the lake and decided to pack a bag and drive south until the thermometer hit 80 degrees. By the next day we were in Key West, Florida.
Clorox is synonymous with ???. If you answered bleach I’m guessing you’re in the majority. It like Kleenex and tissue, the two are a natural fit. Last week I was in a dentist office and conveniently scattered around the office were pump bottles of hand sanitizer carrying the trade name Clorox. I squirted some on my hands and took a whiff expecting to smell the familiar aroma of Clorox bleach. Instead my nasal orifices detected alcohol. Looking at the label I read, right below the big CLOROX logo, “Contains no bleach.” Somehow it seems against universal law to write a sentence reading, “Clorox, contains no bleach.” No wonder this world is so confusing.
Using data gathered from Civil War conscription records of Northern soldiers the US Army ordered the creation of a map showing those areas of Northern states where the highest incidences of syphilis were found. While Ohio was relatively free of the disease Northern Kentucky, Wisconsin and the Hudson River Valley weren’t so lucky. The article in which I found this information does not give any reasons for why syphilis was more common in certain areas.
The more things I hear Ted Cruz, Michelle Bachmann, Sarah Palin, and so many others on the far-right say, the more convinced I become that the sole purpose of the Tea Party is to give insane people a place to speak and not be considered insane.
When I lived in California I met a fellow who owned a commercial laundry. He also was planning to manufacture those reflectors that today mark the center lines of our highways. I don’t know if he was the guy who invented them but I want to thank whoever it was.
I also want to send an attaboy to whoever came up with the concept of painting white lines along highway berms. Such a simple idea that made driving at night so much safer.
I just read that a new poll shows that 70% of Americans disapprove of how the Republican Party is handling the current debt crisis and government shutdown. While I can’t predict the future I can speculate that they may fall from grace in next year’s congressional elections if their behavior doesn’t rapidly and radically change.
Apparently I’m not along in my assessment. I just read an article by David Frum where he outlines, “Seven Habits of Highly Ineffective Political Parties.” Frum is a conservative journalist and author who has been extremely active in Republican politics since immigrating from Canada years ago. It is that which gives this current article credibility and worth. He outlines the seven things a political party must do to fail and makes the case the today’s GOP is guilty of all seven.
Some years ago I was waiting table at a restaurant in Greenfield and a lady sales representative, who was in the area for a few days, had lunch with us several times. Maybe on the second day, as she was paying her bill, she said to me, “What’s with all the lighted Christmas trees on people’s porches in the middle of summer?” Well, I really didn’t have an answer and to this day it remains a mystery.
On October 2nd I was coming home after dark and within seven miles observed four homes with that appeared to be displaying Christmas decorations. One had several ornamental cedar trees that were wrapped with multi-colored strings of lights. At the same time I only saw one Halloween decoration, a large lighted pumpkin in the front yard of a farmhouse.
So, I just gotta’ ask, what’s the deal with all this Christmas stuff in October? Did someone set the seasons on their heads?
If you look up SUCK in the dictionary you’ll find a photo of the US Capitol Building next to it. Before they shut the government down and jerked the food out of people’s mouths, only 10% of Americans had a favorable opinion of Congress. I wonder what the percentage is now?