A couple of weeks ago, two of my friends and I got together in Kansas City as we usually do for a celebration of our birthdays. since they are all close together and we aren't, we pick a weekend and celebrate them then. This year we did in Leavenworth, KS where Robert and his wife live. We always have a great time, and this year we went to the WWI museum, at the Liberty Memorial in Kansas City.
I had never been. It was great. I learned a lot, saw a lot of things and the view from the top of the memorial was great. Perfect weather for it! I can not say enough about the time there. I'd go back again.
If you get the chance to go, go. Its an amazing piece of history and a great piece of Kansas City history when they built it AND redid it.
Of course going with two of my good friends was also what made it worth while.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Song
Jason and the Long Road to Love "Pray for You"
I heard the song first and looked fro the video on You Tube. I don't think the video is that good, even though it has the girl from "My Name Is Earl."
I think we all have times like this.
Ok, that was one video of that song. I guess this is the "official version" of that song, which makes a lot more sense in relation to video and song. I have never heard this guy before, but really like his voice and music. And I think he sounds a lot like Michael Buble.
"Pray for You" by Jaron and The Long Road to Love - LYRICS
Havent been in church since
I dont remember when
Things were going great
Til they fell apart again
So I listened to the preacher
As he told me what to do
Said you cant go hating othes
who done wrong to you
Sometimes we get angry
But we must not condemn
Let the good Lord do his job
And you just pray for them
I pray your brakes go out
Running down a hill
I pray and flower pot falls
From a window sill
And knocks you in the head like Id like to
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
I pray your flying high when your engine stalls
I pray all your dreams never come true
Just know wherever you are
Honey, I pray for you
Really glad I found my way to church
Cause Im already feeling better and I thank God for the words
So Im gonna take the high road
And do what the preacher told me to do
You keep messing up
And Ill keep praying for you
I pray your tire blows out at 110
I pray you pass out with your best friend
And wake up with his and her tattoos
Wherever you are, near or far, in your house or in your car
Wherever you are honey, I pray for you.
I heard the song first and looked fro the video on You Tube. I don't think the video is that good, even though it has the girl from "My Name Is Earl."
I think we all have times like this.
Ok, that was one video of that song. I guess this is the "official version" of that song, which makes a lot more sense in relation to video and song. I have never heard this guy before, but really like his voice and music. And I think he sounds a lot like Michael Buble.
"Pray for You" by Jaron and The Long Road to Love - LYRICS
Havent been in church since
I dont remember when
Things were going great
Til they fell apart again
So I listened to the preacher
As he told me what to do
Said you cant go hating othes
who done wrong to you
Sometimes we get angry
But we must not condemn
Let the good Lord do his job
And you just pray for them
I pray your brakes go out
Running down a hill
I pray and flower pot falls
From a window sill
And knocks you in the head like Id like to
I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls
I pray your flying high when your engine stalls
I pray all your dreams never come true
Just know wherever you are
Honey, I pray for you
Really glad I found my way to church
Cause Im already feeling better and I thank God for the words
So Im gonna take the high road
And do what the preacher told me to do
You keep messing up
And Ill keep praying for you
I pray your tire blows out at 110
I pray you pass out with your best friend
And wake up with his and her tattoos
Wherever you are, near or far, in your house or in your car
Wherever you are honey, I pray for you.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Weird War # 123
Today's comic suck. Simply put, there isn't a one that I would read let alone collect. Well, as I clean out my storage units, a lot of stuff gets trashed, some is given away/sold and some I keep. And my collection of Weird War comics is one thing that I am keeping.
In this issue is one of my favorite stories that I have tried to repeat. But without telling the whole story or the comic I don't do it justice. But I do want to repeat what the last part is... for those of us who believe, we understand. And I say 'believe' and that can be in any number of things. Those that don't believe or have faith; again in whatever you have faith in, it won't mean anything. To the rest of us... still tear up when I read it.
There is a secret place childhood. A place filled with fantasy and innocence and most of all, belief. We live inside that secret place until we grow too big and must tuck its mysteries away. But if we are wise, we hide that secret place somewhere near at hand. The power of belief lies dormant in us all, waiting for its moment. For most it is only a feeble ember. But for a precious few, innocence is a flame that never dies! And some day, the chance will come to answer a special call to fight a noble fight and to discover, the triumph of faith!
In this issue is one of my favorite stories that I have tried to repeat. But without telling the whole story or the comic I don't do it justice. But I do want to repeat what the last part is... for those of us who believe, we understand. And I say 'believe' and that can be in any number of things. Those that don't believe or have faith; again in whatever you have faith in, it won't mean anything. To the rest of us... still tear up when I read it.
There is a secret place childhood. A place filled with fantasy and innocence and most of all, belief. We live inside that secret place until we grow too big and must tuck its mysteries away. But if we are wise, we hide that secret place somewhere near at hand. The power of belief lies dormant in us all, waiting for its moment. For most it is only a feeble ember. But for a precious few, innocence is a flame that never dies! And some day, the chance will come to answer a special call to fight a noble fight and to discover, the triumph of faith!
A Father's Love - song
Bucky Covington's A Father's Love (The Only Way He Knew How) song describes exactly how my dad was. I hadn't thought about that in a long time.
And that's all I have to say about that.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
We All Have a Story
Watching "Trauma" tonight (sorry Chelle). But the thing that got me was something that was said; we all have stories. Also that Rabbit wanted to be normal. After watching the episode, which was good and thinking about it, the same is true for Kemper. Its a given we had stories. But again, something was said about the baby that they found, 'Who takes care of them? ...left to fend for them self.' And I immediately flashed about Kemper.
I still need to write them all down, while I still remember. And though Robert had a good idea about writing them and then changing the names (I had the same thought) there is a part of me that doesn't. Some part wants to keep the stories, as I know very few remember them the way I do.
It is in someway like asking someone who has been in combat to explain what it was like. Some stereotypes do emerge. There are stories that are heart breaking and others about faith. Some have come full circle about redemption; as I can think of 5 people who have become extremely spiritual.
And what is normal? I realize that is what I was before. Before what is going on with me and has been going on with me. It was normal. I didn't think so. But now I see.
To tell the stories I reminded about the opening of Apocalypse Now. How he says to tell Kurtz's story he had to tell his own. That is as true with me as it was for him. Where to start?
The writing group I have been going to would say start anywhere. They are a very nice group of people, and that advice is as correct as any I have gotten from professional writers I know. But since I tend to write fiction, this non-fiction work, which would be semi autobiographical... I don't know. In some ways it would be cathartic, in others I wonder if it might hurt people, as I do write things honestly; I couldn't embellish on something that happened as I know it happened one way and not another. Also, I know some people don't want to remember the way they were then. They want to re-write their history. Hey! Maybe that would be the motivation for the murders in the story I am also trying to write. I like that.
I still need to write them all down, while I still remember. And though Robert had a good idea about writing them and then changing the names (I had the same thought) there is a part of me that doesn't. Some part wants to keep the stories, as I know very few remember them the way I do.
It is in someway like asking someone who has been in combat to explain what it was like. Some stereotypes do emerge. There are stories that are heart breaking and others about faith. Some have come full circle about redemption; as I can think of 5 people who have become extremely spiritual.
And what is normal? I realize that is what I was before. Before what is going on with me and has been going on with me. It was normal. I didn't think so. But now I see.
To tell the stories I reminded about the opening of Apocalypse Now. How he says to tell Kurtz's story he had to tell his own. That is as true with me as it was for him. Where to start?
The writing group I have been going to would say start anywhere. They are a very nice group of people, and that advice is as correct as any I have gotten from professional writers I know. But since I tend to write fiction, this non-fiction work, which would be semi autobiographical... I don't know. In some ways it would be cathartic, in others I wonder if it might hurt people, as I do write things honestly; I couldn't embellish on something that happened as I know it happened one way and not another. Also, I know some people don't want to remember the way they were then. They want to re-write their history. Hey! Maybe that would be the motivation for the murders in the story I am also trying to write. I like that.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Remakes and Trying To Get Rid Ofs...
Ok, they are remaking Red Dawn and True Grit. OMG. Please. I can tell you I won't be seeing either one. I remember the first ones. If it ain't got John Wayne, I don't care. and I lived through Red Dawn. Screw Hollywood!
And now they are wanting to get rid of Ronald McDonald. The easiest thing I can say to those people, and please take it in the spirit it was intended: FUCK OFF! What, your parenting skills prevent you from keeping your kids from a McDonalds, or kicking their butts outside without some electronic device strapped to them. If you feel the need to have them with an electronic device, how about a GPS in case something happens to them you can find them. But you should know where your kids are and teach them how to avoid strangers, protect themselves from perverts AND bullies. And NOT to be so freaked about bullying that they take their own life. yes its a tragedy, but I went through it. I didn't talk to my parents but tuffed it out. Nowadays our kids aren't that tough; it ok to talk it through and to get help. I had no problems to standing up to my bullies eventually. But now a days, the bullies might be armed, so getting some back up is nothing to be ashamed of.
So to recap: Screw the new re-makes of Red Dawn and True Grit and to those people who want to get rid of Ronald McDonald - F U C K O F F ! I don't know how plainer I can be. its just like what hank Jr./ the next thing you know they will be trying to get rid of Bugs Bunny and Willie E. Coyote for too much violence or put those stupid ratings on them. And as for bullies; stand up if you can, get help if you can't.
And now they are wanting to get rid of Ronald McDonald. The easiest thing I can say to those people, and please take it in the spirit it was intended: FUCK OFF! What, your parenting skills prevent you from keeping your kids from a McDonalds, or kicking their butts outside without some electronic device strapped to them. If you feel the need to have them with an electronic device, how about a GPS in case something happens to them you can find them. But you should know where your kids are and teach them how to avoid strangers, protect themselves from perverts AND bullies. And NOT to be so freaked about bullying that they take their own life. yes its a tragedy, but I went through it. I didn't talk to my parents but tuffed it out. Nowadays our kids aren't that tough; it ok to talk it through and to get help. I had no problems to standing up to my bullies eventually. But now a days, the bullies might be armed, so getting some back up is nothing to be ashamed of.
So to recap: Screw the new re-makes of Red Dawn and True Grit and to those people who want to get rid of Ronald McDonald - F U C K O F F ! I don't know how plainer I can be. its just like what hank Jr./ the next thing you know they will be trying to get rid of Bugs Bunny and Willie E. Coyote for too much violence or put those stupid ratings on them. And as for bullies; stand up if you can, get help if you can't.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Memories
As I have mentioned before I have always wanted to write a book about my time at Kemper. I know there have been books and movies before and will be after mine, and mine is just my point of view. How do I remember these things? They are burned into my memory.
I remember later on at my time at Kemper, that one of the more grown up thing along with position and rank that afforded me to do this, was to have coffee and donuts after 1st mess with either some of my piers or faculty/staff. I remember those off green coffee mugs and the donuts; which had already been picked through so you were left with sugar coated ones or just plain ones. But to sit in that mess hall, with the dishes being cleaned and banged about in the back; people moving about with purpose and having the ability to sit and watch and talk for 15 minutes; THAT was something that defies explanation. Such a simple act that was important and significant.
Also, wearing a uniform, the same thing day in and day out; after 30 years, I realize was such a simple thing also. I had no worries. Its funny what you remember and hold as important and memorable.
I remember later on at my time at Kemper, that one of the more grown up thing along with position and rank that afforded me to do this, was to have coffee and donuts after 1st mess with either some of my piers or faculty/staff. I remember those off green coffee mugs and the donuts; which had already been picked through so you were left with sugar coated ones or just plain ones. But to sit in that mess hall, with the dishes being cleaned and banged about in the back; people moving about with purpose and having the ability to sit and watch and talk for 15 minutes; THAT was something that defies explanation. Such a simple act that was important and significant.
Also, wearing a uniform, the same thing day in and day out; after 30 years, I realize was such a simple thing also. I had no worries. Its funny what you remember and hold as important and memorable.
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