8. Lookout Lance.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
8. Lookout Lance.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
7. Turner Classic Movies is on basic down here. I love it.
9. Stewart, my friend from Galesburg, offered me one of these beers when I stopped by to see him a couple of weeks ago. It is the absolute worst swill I have ever tried to force down. I can't believe he even offered this stuff to me rather than putting it in his new bike for fuel. I almost gagged with the first swallow and decided if I ever needed ipecac I'd buy a bottle of this stuff.
11. The Chicago stations are blaring about how Mark Buehrle's perfect game is only the White Sox 2nd in history. Well, the Mets have never had a no-hitter let alone a perfect game. Speaking of the Mets, we are toast. Time to start focusing on football.
12. Is that report true? Morgan Freeman, God in movies, is dating his step-grandaughter, 27, and he is, well, 146. Eeewww.
13. Besides the obvious Freudian implications of this picture is the fact that it was a woman driver who drove the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile into this building.
14. This was posted on my severe weather page on Friday afternoon: a tornado watch in Mercer County. Sure wish I was at the NHCC as a spotter. A cigar in one hand, a beer in the other.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Killed in action the week before, the body of Sergeant First Class John C. Beale was returned to Falcon Field in Peachtree City , Georgia , just south of Atlanta , on June 11, 2009. The Henry County Police Department escorted the procession to the funeral home in McDonough, Georgia .
A simple notice in local papers indicated the road route to be taken and the approximate time.Nowadays one can be led to believe that America no longer respects honor and no longer honors sacrifice outside the military. Be it known that there are many places in this land where people still recognize the courage and impact of total self-sacrifice. Georgia remains one of those graceful places.
The link above is a short travelogue of that day's remarkable and painful journey. But only watch this if you wish to have some of your faith in people restored. Please share widely.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
I am sorry I am of a liberal persuasion. You see, my parents sent to me Iowa Wesleyan College, a small Midwestern liberal arts college in the heart of liberal Iowa, during the Vietnam war. Above is my IWC ID card I unearthed in the move, and as you can see I am already turning into a long-haired liberal hippie radical. I took philosophy courses, and if you aren't liberal after that, then the sociology, theology and Modern Ethics courses were the clincher. I won't get into the bowling, tennis and piano classes I took as a senior after all my hours had been met.
My philosophy instructor and advisor was George E. LaMore, now retired, of course, who further pushed and dragged me into the liberal wing of things. He was rather renowned at the time for his leftist-leaning activist ideas that didn't always sit well with the Methodist church which apparently subsidized the school.
Then if that wasn't enough, a quagmire of a war deepened with Nixon, a right-to-the-right crook of a guy that made a lasting impression with me. Cronkite said it was OK to hate the war, and although I was far too busy at the library to participate in any marches, I went ahead and hated the war.
Then if that wasn't enough my mother was a liberal do-gooder who cared about the sick and homeless and if the Republicans didn't want to get their hands dirty with social issues, the Democrats would. Now I leave my father for the last. He and his father were zealous conservatives, my grandfather making no secret of his eternal hatred of FDR. (He even stopped by on our 16th birthday to give the sage advise: marry a good cook and vote Republican.) My Dad voted Republican in every election.....until his last one when he finally saw the errors of his life and finally, and with great glee from his family, voted liberal Democratic. (I will let others divine the meaning of his one and only Democratic vote and then his untimely death.)
So you see, Neighbor Tim, fellow debater, nice guy, open-minded (creeeeeaaaaak, a little WD-40 wouldn't hurt), and friend, I never had a chance.
Your liberal friend,
PS: What interests me more than the difference between us are the things that we share: love of country, love of soldiers who sacrifice so we can have our chats about our political beliefs, love of riding bikes, and the brotherhood of bikers.
By the way, all mistakes in grammar and spelling on this blog are due to the computer and not the writer.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
As I have told many people there is a city-wide back path right next to this complex. My friend Stewart in Galesburg offered a suggestion as to a bike to look for and I pulled the trigger yesterday on this cool Trek Navigator 1.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Up this morning and trying to unpack. My cell is coming along nicely. Pizza tonight and I requested a trip to the beach tomorrow.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Things I Won't Miss Living in BFE
1. Getting my Entertainment Weekly three weeks behind.
2. Getting to work/getting home after work in snowy weather.
3. Barking dogs.
4. The isolation
Things I Will Miss Living In BFE
4. Carrie, CG, Jen, Rick, Rod, Diane, Ernie, Richard, Ashley, Vincent.
6. The winds whistling through the grain bins.
7. The constant humming of the grain dryers.
8. My walks to the Post Office with Missy.
9. Our weekend bike rides.
10. Discussing philosophy, politics, views on the human condition with those mentioned above.
11. Looking at Tim's flag hanging on the garage.
12. The isolation.
13, The freedom to piss (anonymously of course) in my yard.
14, No waiting at the Post Office.
15. The summer storms.
16. Conservative vs liberal
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Calendar in the Circulation department.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Community Center is Rockin'.
"Don't take my picture, you'll steal my soul!"
My buddy and friend Ole.
My buddy and friend Christopher.