Friday, January 16, 2009

The Other Side Of This Life

You folks who own boats, live in harbors, and frequent the marina life might not understand this. Hell, I don't understand it. 

" . . .boats at docks, old fishermen, and shacks with swayback roofs. I hate all that.”

Just a description of the part of Maine Mr. Wyeth apparently was not fond of painting.

The stuff he WAS fond of painting? Glorious. Bless him.

Andrew Wyeth, 91. RIP.

The Greatest Pilot in the World...Right Now

Looses both engines at 3,000 Feet above NYC, he pressurizes the plane and he puts in down between two bridges and GOES THROUGH THE CABIN TWICE SEARCHING FOR 'SOULS'.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

"I used to think I was an only child..."

"...But my mother says she has a picture of me when I was two" -- Gracie Allen

Monday, January 12, 2009

I don't know, maybe it's because it's Monday...

The above link, for those who can't view it, features Tina Fey commenting on her Golden Globe acceptance speech where she told a few bloggers at the L.A.Times to, "Suck it." When asked about why she didn't grab a fancy pants user name and go at them, she said, " get the impulse to sign on and answer and if you do that then you know you're a crazy person."

This morning, I read this story about the Old Fashioned Cocktail and there's a quote there, "I soon realized that the Old Fashioned is merely one battle line, albeit a significant one, in a much larger discussion among cocktail fans online that sometimes flared with passion (for regardless of the topic, the Internet has become no place for even-tempered debate). Then the author talks about cocktail debate online. "...forums, can sometimes veer into serious, clinically dry and even belligerent arenas."

What can we take away from these two stories? That Tina Fey is very attractive and I'm getting a whiskey thirst.

I heard this on the way to work and just started singing along...

We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whisky
And some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed up we didn't know
If we were drunk or stoned
Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the head
They been kicked out of high school several years ago
For pushin over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo
Since then they've done their little dance
Right outside the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me
To want to tag along
Cause I was raised a Christian
And I knew right from wrong

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line your gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
We stole two Charolais heifers from
Randy's sweetheart's paw
Sold them at the livestock sale
Outside of Wichita

We got $900 and never did suspect
The world of hurt we'd be in once
We cashed that check
Next day we heard the story
On the local radio
Made our plans that very night
To go to Mexico
I swear we would have made it
If it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time we crossed
That Kansas line


I was layin in the bar ditch
Prayin I would die
When a light come on above us
And a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars
Came screeching to a halt
They grabbed bob, he started screamin
It was all my fault

There were men and dogs
And helicopter buzzin all around
They had the brothers on the
Pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but randy he
Held tight when a black man in a
Suit and tie stepped out into the light
He told his men to turn us loose
They put down their guns
He said these are just some
Sorry kids, they ain't the ones


They left us by the roadside
Down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel
Said boys I'm going home
We turned around to face our fate
Downhearted but alive on that
Mornin in late April, Oklahoma, 1995


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