But Seriously Folks

These three words just jumped into my mind, so while the fire is hot, I'm going to run with them. I can't be serious unless, I'm in one of my serious moods. That takes a lot of mind control. I can't do it, really I CAN'T (read my wurds, hahaha) How can an old man be serious after leaving the modern version of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest! I run out the door everynight, just like the big Indian!

Suzie, a voice unfortunately, I pick up telephatically, wishes to ask a question, go right ahead girl, my brain now gives Suzie the floor, "what if we haven't read the book"? That be a big mistake then, therefore you might not understand the running out the door! Damn girl! You want me to write a book report, for ya! Net Flix it, Jack Nicholson. 

Summary for Suzie. Jack's character goes to nuthouse. Jack meets a lot of nutty people. The main Nurse don't like Jack. Jack is a trouble maker who upsets Nurse Crikey's apple cart. Apples start a-flying everywhere. A big Indian inmate, that never speaks, one day speaks to Jack. Indian not nutso, after all. Jack gives Nurse Ratchett soo much trouble, she gets the Doctor to give Jack Electric Shock Therapy. CLARIFICATION REQUEST LIGHT GOING OFF!!! They hook electrodes to his brain and fry them, now he is a good boy for Nurse Cratchett. Jack reminded the big Indian, re-installed the taste of forgotten freedom. Jack told him once, "if i was as big as you, I'd pick up that granite hand washing basin (the old fashion half round type) and throw it through the @#$%ing window and I would run like a big old Buck". Now can you guess the ending? 

But seriously folks, who the hell wants to be serious! I want to laugh! Life is too @#$%&*$ serious most of the time. Damn bills to pay, taxes, taxes, taxes. I want to be silly, enjoy life, read a good heartwarming, heart filling book! Watch a good movie without commercials ruining the tenderness of the moment!!! The precious moments of life are few and hard to find, we are always in a rush! Where is it that, we're rushing too! We don't even know do we?

I'm at the computer reviewing my day. I start my day late, by being late, getting out of my nice relaxing lovely, safe bed. That be my first mistake! But seriously folks, I must! I'm at work, I'm at work!!! (I threw that extra I'm at work for emphasis.) I did enjoy the book I was reading at break and lunch. It made my HEART SMILE! That's right! Ever had your "heart to smile"? Feels rights good don't it? Surprise for lunch at work, sometimes surprises be good! This was a simple surprise... But seriously folks, nice warm, good pizza is mucho, mucho, betta, than Doritos! (Don't you just hate the orange shit it leaves on your fingers.) Um, um, good! Me belly was thankkful! (Be sure you say the extra k, I put there, did you miss it?) Okay, okay, okay, I hear you a-sayin, "this old man, done fell off his rocker", damn straight! I be me, BABY!!!  Things went real good after the pizza high. Pizza and a good book, damn it don't get no better than that!!! I get home my old dog is happy as a puppy to see me. My heart smiles once again! My old body feels the effect of my daily battle of life. I fix a snack and a glass of lemonade, time to put my feet up in my nice soft, cozy lounger. Damn if I didn't catch a decent movie on the BOOB tube, wonders never cease! It don't take too much for me anymore, after a hard day of fighting the "challenged"! (An inside joke, someday I'll explain in GREAT detail, I best leave it there for now.) 

I'm relaxed as a sea lion sunning himself, not a care in the world. I go over to my very own Hewie Packardo computer. I'm going to see where my mind be tonight. I reckon I pretty well said where my mind is... Had I not taken the time to reflect on the simplicity of the good, and blocked out the bad, I might of only seen the ugly of my day... That be the problem most of my life... We rush, we hurry, we fret... (An old fashion word I like.)

WHAT BE THE POINT? HELL I DON'T KNOW! I'M AN OLD MAN WHO IS TEACHING MYSELF TO TYPE, THAT NEEDS PRACTICE AND FIND THAT I LIKE RELAXING THIS WAY BEFORE I SIGN OUT FOR THE DAY, BUT SERIOUSLY FOLKS I'M AS RELAXED AS AN OLD SEA LION SUNNING HIMSELF AND I'M ABOUT TO VISIT DREAMVILLE, SWEET DREAMS BABY!!!  

 

Allowing It To Be!

How-dy! Always wanted to start off that way! Sounds homey and inviting. My family enjoyed the Grand Old Opry, while I was growing up. Seems only yesterday, hey that would be a fine title for a song, oops! BeAtLeS, did that a-thousand years ago! I'm in complete, self-exiled darkness except for the light of my monitor, that's how I like it, as I practice my typing late at night before I go to nappy town. I'm going to lean back, practice my deep breathing and see where the my mind lies tonight. Oh, my, Goodness!!!

I'm swinging rhythmically in my outdoor swing, gently back & forth enjoying the morning breeze, cleansing me mysteriously. I hear a far away whistle blow, it reminds me of my Grandpa, toiling away 40 years for the Rail Road. Another time, slower, laid back... Funny, I see him doing what I'm doing, relaxing under a lovely tree in the heat of  the day, relaxing, simple yet most powerful ally, whether it be yesterday, today or tomorrow. Recharging the inner batteries to the harmonious flow of "simplicity"! Love stings my heart, beautiful, simple, free, ALLOWING IT TO BE!

 Amazing, a bird chirping, rabbits playing, kittens springing, watching flames jumping in the cold of winter in the fireplace, or in the outdoor fire pit any night of the year. A hot dog nor marshmallow simply can't be reproduced as tasty indoors. The smell of wood, oak crackling, suddenly a loud pop, startling the  magical moment, yet brings a warm smile about. The wind blowing the flames all around, continual changing mesmerizing the moment into unthinking, unknowing, mind numbing nothingness, Damn is this complete relaxation or what???

Mind's so free, my arms are now wings, I flap them and soar effortlessly. I feel my wings, they are mighty, amazing, euphoric, words can't describe, as I fly high. I'm one with the universe, nothing to think about, only the view, the flapping of my magnificent, wings carry my soul to unparelled highs, of not only height but unprecedented exhileration, fulfillment, comtentment...............  goodnight 

Go With The Flow

Got somewhat serious over the weekend. Must of been a loose connection in me wiring, sorry about that! Actually, I didn't mean that! Well, maybe I did! Damn there is a fight going on in me brain, please hold...... Sometimes it ain't easy being Me! Ed the neighborhood electrician came to me rescue once again, Thank you Ed. Them synapses get rigid from the strain of aging you see! Everything is normal, correction as near normal as normal can be in my neighborhood! Ah, ha, ha, hey if ya can't make fun of yourself, who can, or something like that!

I'm going to start another paragraph and see if I can get something going here, okey, dokey! I normally don't get involved in T. V. but turned on TBS and there was a movie beginning. You know what? Against my better judgement, I watched it until the first break, u-know how they'll make the first segment the longest before they start the commercials, damn if they didn't get me! Liam Neesom, Catherine Zeta Jones, it was The Haunting based on a book "The Haunting of Hill House". It was rather good if you like them scary old Mansion movies. I use to really like these type movies, so I had to watch the SOB. The thing is!!! I've tried to break myself, of watching a movie on T. V., because the commercials ruin the mood. I found myself typing and trying to write during the commercials SO, I can't concentrate on both like I should! As I'm sure by now you know, I need complete FOCUS.

I need all the practice I can get. That's the reason I came up with this rather unorthadox misadventures of Glen View, just before bedtime. I was going to keep a daily diary, whatever, but my daily existence is so boring I had absolutely nothing to write about. I'll give you an example of my mundane daily life.

Monday, xx-xx-xxxx Got my ass out of bed after hitting the snooze button 5 times, now I'm so fricking late I don't have time for breakfast. The most important meal of the day. Went to work, grabbed a soda and a bag of M&M's peanut of course. Worked for 2 hours, took break. Worked for 2 hours, took lunch. Worked for 2 hours, took break. Worked for 2 hours, hallelujah time to get off and away from all these challenged ones, I'm talking, WAY MORE challenged than me!!! I come home eat supper, relax and type my daily activities on my first computer. Don't that just thrill you to smithereens!

SO, with that being said, I type so slow it takes me about a week to write anything. Man it's so, boring! I start experimenting. I'mma gonna type and see what happens, I definitely need the practice and just try to relax and go with "the flow". "The flow" be unknown. So I just cast my line and see what's biting today! Damn, many a-day, after taking my meds for all the old fart crap, I'ssa start-a getting a mite loosey-goosey, as in light headed. I turn all the lites off and attempt to clear me mind, but I got to thinkin, if-a, me mind be clear, what the @$&* am-ma I-a gon-na writ-a. Somehow, it didn't make sense, if u-know what I mean! Also, I seen rights early, this here wri-tin business be pretty damn complicated and this old boy ainna having no fun trying to be English Teacher correcto, Then, I had me a nightmare with all my English Teachers from the seventh to twelfth grade in it, man oh man did I ever wake up sweating. The worst was about my tenth grade English Teacher. Me and this @#$%ing, @#$%^&*!@#$%^&!@#$%^&, butted heads many a times, To make a whole book short, he flunked me for refusing to give a book report. I love to read, but this book was assigned and it was Wethering Heights or someting like that, I plum blocked that !@#$%^&*!@#$%^&* book out of me head. I read the first few pages and said yuck!

So anyhow, I gotta be me, I gotta be me! I simply threw out all the rules and regulations, because I don't know em! During my life, when I was having the most fun at parties, any social crap, which I absolutely deplore. (is that a word, who cares i like it) People are going to like you for who you are baby!!! I plum like being goofy, as Avops referred to me (thanks Bud I got a real kick out of that) I ain-na, nor do I wan-na put on no @#$%ing airs! "I am, what I am" and I don-na wan-na be any one else, especially when it comes to having fuun at pecking away at the keyboard. I never wanted to be a writer, still don't want to be a writer. I'm simply an old man having fun doing something humorously, my own way! I hope you find some of the stuff I writ-a funny. I also wanted to write EXACTLY what I think about whatever crosses my untrained, unintelligent old mind! I have taken some slack about my S-T-R-A-N-G-E style of writing! I don't have no style BABY!!!     

ONE THING YOU CAN COUNT ON HERE ON GLEN VIEW. I WILL ALWAYS PUT MY HEART & SOUL INTO ANYTHING I WRITE, I GOTTA GO WITH THE FLOW, NO MATTER WHAT IT IS!  thank you & goodnight  (once again i ask for your forgiveness in errors, my mind is floating above the clouds by the time i snoring..........................................)

Searching For Inner Peace!

It's late at night I feel good. Totally relaxed, at peace, not used to this. Is this what meditation does to you. Where will my mind take us tonight, please ride with me! Physically I feel better than I have for months. What gives? Could this be the calm before the storm? I'm not going there! A couple rainy days in succession, can be depressing not so tonight!

One thing for sure, I'll write whatever comes my way. My mind works like that. I can be thinking many things at the same time. While I'm use to that, it might befuddle you readers! I absolutely hate the boredom, the same-o, same-o. The daily news is the same format every stinking day. Death, destruction, political. Throw in the weather forecast, some sports, yikes it's soo depressing! No @#%&ing wonder soo many people try to escape the daily ritual of insanity! The daily insanity breeds like mosquitoes in the summer! A laugh, a tiny grin, a hug, pat a dog on the head, simple instantly gratifying, beautiful!

I try to stay away from religion and spirituality but for some reason I want to say a few words. I'll use this definition of spirit to help. The thinking, motivating, feeling part of man, often as distinguished from the body; mind; intelligence.

In my estimation, I'm an extremely spiritual person. I believe that most likely comes through, however; I will not discuss religion with no one. I believe what "I BELIEVE", comes from within, my soul, my heart and I'm not willing to stray from what my inner soul tells me. "To thine own self be true", rings crystal clear inside. I knock no religion, if that makes you a better person. I'm corny but the words of a song I believe in, "what the world needs know is love".

Inner peace is what all want, I'm jealous of those that have, or appear to have it. Last August and September I achieved peace within. Inner peace the likes of which I've never experienced!!! It was UNBELIEVABLE!!! Why, at that time in my life I think about daily. I've searched my lifetime for those moments and found them, for only a little while, again why? I don't dwell but want it back!

From feeling super, mentally and physically, to exact opposite for months and months is devestating. When your basic everyday schedule is almost exclusively identical, how can extremes like these be possible?

Does the physical control the mental, or does the mental control the physical? Most certainly if you wake up with the flu bug you're going to have a bad day! If you can't rest and achieve dream state, it will soon take it's toll! But if you're getting a good night's rest and have only the normal aches and pains of aging, why not awaken like I felt last year??? Most interesting question, would you not agree?  I did not have that euphoria when I was perfectly healthy. Why for only eight weeks of sixty years? Was there some special galactical alignment just for me? Questions, questions, questions, I want it back!!!

Interesting note, I've had two other episodes very dimilar, except they came from prescribed medicines, hum, I must say! Many, many, many, years ago I was taking Lithium. According to what I studied about this medicine it's a natural forming salt something or the other. It can be lethal, so regular blood work was required for the proper monitoring. I felt great mentally and physically, but side effects made me unable to tolerate the medicine. A few years back I developed an allergic reaction to something never diagnosed. I took the drug prednisone, uh we! Felt good, I reckon! In only a couple weeks I was hooked. Getting off that medicine after the euphoric highs was horrible. I can only say, after that experience I can understand how people get hooked! Remember now these two were artificial stimulants.

The natural amazing high was from within my mind had to be. I've fought hard to regain that feeling. There has to be something that was triggered from within to cause my body to respond with natural inner juices, inner endorphins or something along these lines. I received acupuncture treatments for a back problem several years ago. If you understand acupuncture the needles stimulate that natural healing power or whatever from within. It must be along these lines. Somehow I tapped into the power within, is the only explaination I can live with. BABY, I want it back!

Now dig this! The only thing I've been able to ascertain is. (drum roll & I'm as serious as a heart attack when I say this) Last year I was totally, I, mean TOTALLY wrapped up in learning to type, which I've never done, learning to use my very own first computer and learning to put words together in a somewhat coherent fashion! Now I understand this might sound silly. I was so immersed in learning, my mind was centered on one thing!  Is it possible like the caveman needing a rush of adrenalin. There is no other explaination. I continue my learning process and find if I write before I go to bed I rest better. So at my age I plan on learning until the day I die! GOODNIGHT AND AS ALWAYS THANKS FOR VISITING GLEN VIEW, WHERE YOU'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT'S NEXT... 

THE FALL

The fall like north west wind charms me with the feeling of fall. I like fall, it be the falling of the temperature with the warning of ice, snow falling that send early shivers up me body. Love, the Holidays, but then, oh no, January! Long cold nights that never end. Howling of the north wind makes me crawl deeper into me covers. Sorry, I gets ahead of myself sometimes, this is the thoughts stirring in my mind as I eat me lunch on Friday the 23rd of September. I'm relaxing after my monthly Doctor visits, Damn! Vampires! I'm always in a down mood after seeing my least favorite friend, enemy, pill pusher. Really I'm not sure how to categorize how I feel about Doctors. Oopsey, I'mma getting sidetracked. I be attempting to write a mostly serious story here, but it be hard to hold a steady course whether the wind be calm or a swirling my sails about! The sun makes the wind bearable, sending Teddy Bears warm fuzzies through me body. I'm a big o'l Bear. U-know even big o'l Bears have feelings, & a thought now and again! The sunshine be a-workin its magic on me!

Across the busy highway be, a People's Trail, a beautiful addition to my community that gets much usuage. A extremely healthy looking man in his mid-twenties jogs behind one of them special baby strollers. I get a nice warm glow from within my old heart. It reminds me of one of them old fashion baby buggies with the touch of the active health conscious generation. Hey, I bet the little tater-tot inside loves it! (me own brand of humor, gots to come out) The child's taking it all in, not a care in the world! Ah, the wonderment of that age!!!

A middle aged man goes by walking a beautiful Australian Shepherd, a magnificently beautiful animal. They're smart, extremely alert working animals, so full of life. I imagine just like the child in the stroller, happy, content, free! Living to the pleasure of NOW! I watch every strut of happiness the Australian Shepherd takes. I was so amused and in tune with the dog, I failed to notice the man, in detail. He's missing, his left arm. In that same thought, I think, it doesn't change the beauty of the day to him, nor the love of his companion, nor the exhileration of a good stroll!

The blue sky is full of big cotton candy clouds, evenly spaced drifting slowly and endlessly. My negativity of a dreaded Doctor confrontation is completely gone. From agony to ecstasy in a few short moments, how wonderful life can be if we choose to see it! I take a slow panoramical view from west to east, the speciality trees next to me already losing leaves and turning brown. I look north a quarter mile away at farmland and the outline of a small band of trees that surround both sides of the main river that runs through my hometown. I'm reminded at the, good and bad that the imterstate and suburban sprawl has done to my beloved community. Not too many years ago this land was all cornfields before the soul less hearts of local and national greed changed the farmers tune. You could walk across the bridge and touch corn that grew seven foot tall.

Now you wait in your car for a shot of quick calories. We're proud to have a one stop shop of horrors, a mega store filled with products from around the world, from the sweat of the poor. Tainted, who cares? A-thousand jobs lost, they say 200 created. The store uses fuzzy logic, Corporate/Government working hand in hand, the best money can buy! Hey I'm all for progress! The selling of America AIN'T RIGHT! What do I care I'm old. Sadly, the future's not bright for a once great nation! Once we we're the proud! We have been sold out, for what, a few pieces of silver! It ain't just us BABY! It be the world!

What is my point? As I look beyond the People's Trail, beyond the corn, I see the forest next to the river. In this low lying acreage I am reminded of the past. Only a few sparse monuments/tombstones remain. I see the future from the past. The blind won't see it! This river serves many purposes. Once the life's blood to this rural community!

The founders/elite of this community built mansions on Main Street. They got fat, like fatted calves. It be yellow like corn! They got so fat they bulge outward, to the other side of the river! They own it all except!

Once there was a multitude of poor dwellings on the other side of the river that sprang up after the depression. Built high, many on stilts to keep th river out, a few reminders remain. People looking for work, living off gardens, fishing the river. A shanty town all it's own on the other side of the Rail Road Tracks along the river hidden behind the trees. A forgotten time. I've not forgotten! I drove by these shanty shacks hundreds of times as a child growing up. I was poor, but even I felt sorry for these people! Not a quarter mile as the crow flies there were mansions!

For those who never experienced the past, this can't be, the future is rosy! So very unfortunate there represents the future!  

DAMN! The future is here! We won't admit it because we wear blinders. We're more challenged than the challenged ones, they have an excuse, we don't. Our head has been in the sand since W. W. II.

Drive across the R. R. Tracks. It's here the dreaded Fall is here, the leaves are covering the ground. Soon all the leaves will be off the trees and it will be winter. I hope we can survive the winter as the middle class of the world are losing the battle. I hope I never see those shanty shacks again. BUT I'M NOT SEEING THE LEADERSHIP TO CHANGE IT FOR US. THE POWERS THAT BE HAVE FORSAKEN WE THE PEOPLE! THINK I'M AN OLD MAN FULL OF SHIT!!! "I PITY THE FOOLS, WE ARE THE FOOLS!!!   goodnight, from both sides of me

Way Past Midnight!!!

I'm lost as usual and hope no one finds me! (Oh you're okay, I meant work and such), I wrote something earlier today before work, seems a mite too serious. I like writing after work when my mind is full of crap. Did I say what I think I said! Oh well, ain't the first time, and I damn well ass-ure U it won't be the last time! I been a-trying to break myself of that four letter word, so I been a-cheatin. Oh my I've done gone country "Your cheating heart, will tell on you", sorry back to reality Hankster! Hell no, that's why I learned to peck away at this new fangled electric typewriter thing a-ma-bob... Please hang tough as I search for a purpose tonight! Last night I were plum wore out. Tonight I feel loonier than ah oh! I been trying to break myself of that word that starts with F, NO, not FOOD!

I best explain I had a friend starting in grade school, he was one out of a family of 15, wow-za! You need to know this.

 (prosecution says "i object your honor does the idiot have a point", your honor says, "probably not, but he's usually good for a laugh, and I make better decisions when I'm laughing". prosecutor says "never mind your honor".)     

I'mma not sure what happened there, so let's move on. Any way, Chuck started saying the most unusual thing. Everything was, EXAMPLE, "my daddy came home drunker than ten f#%&ers, or I'm madder than ten XXXXers". I can't believe, I wrote that! I warned you I was looney! You didn't know that though, did you?

The world gets too serious and uptight. Even if you find something decent to watch on the television, I mean the 72 inch drive-in theatre, with the surround, bust your eardrums and feel the base bouncing off your chest. Damn no wonder our kids can't sleep after watching Shrek, Shreek 21! U-know what I hate? You find something worth watching and then, them damn commercials, yikes they ain't anything they won't advertise anymore! I'm not going into details but, U-KNOW what I mean, don't ya!!! That's why it's best to rent a movie so it can give you a real live theatre experience. You watch through trailers showing the best damn looking 33 movies you ever seen! You say to yourself, "damn self why haven't we heard of these movies, didn't they come to our theatre"? Where they show 32 movies and charge you $10 for popcorn and a one gallon drink! My first movie was 1,000 Leagues Under The Sea. You paid $.10, yep that's right 10 cents for a regular box of popcorn & 10 cents for a 10 ounce coke.

We are bombarded with soo much of soo much we can't have fun! You want more, expect more, louder, faster, more sex, more violence!!! Damn! When will it stop? We must have the newest gizmo's! We buy we have a rush, then something else comes along we need another fix, it never stops! Movies used to be 90 minutes long, then Dances With Wolves comes along. My ass can't sit for that long amount of time. Don't people have to go to the bathroom anymore?

My point, I reckon is a simple point! We can't relax, we don't know how! It takes more and more until nothing relaxes you, am I right! Damn tootin! goodnight

Tired, Writing & Home Sweet Home

I'm tired, a tiredness that seems to come on from time to time. As we age nothing gets easier! Task we used to complete lickety split, become monumental. Energy, what is energy? Somewhere along the line it left, damn energy never came back! It became survival, I reckon! Mind is clear but my rickety old body is rusting away. I'M TIRED OF BEING TIRED, if that makes any XXXXing sense. It does to me!!

Once, my mind was overwhelmed! That's the best way I can explain it! I felt the weight of the world on my shoulder! Crazy isn't it! All the baggage carried from childhood into adulthood was stuck in my brain! I never understood how to release it. Work harder, try harder, forget it, don't dwell on it, uh huh, everybody's an expert! Absolutely, there has been times of pleasure in my life, exhilerating times that made the down times worse, because the high's were simply beautiful, a glimpse of heaven on earth!

Please don't take this wrong! I'm not complaining. This is just a little attempt to explain the tiredness of body, not SOUL & HEART! My mind is alive, full of imagination, humor! I wish to share my inner balence in a way you might never of read or seen before. Laugh, tears, giddiness thinking this man is unbelieveable, a true nutso, as I express my thoughts as they happen, unrehearsed like my uneducated style of writing.

I absolutely love writing stories, like Inner Voices & Ejijah or Corner Lot or Limestone Brick & Mortar. Lost Road may be my favorite. I like them all for many different reasons. It takes time to let your mind flow in another direction, the creating of characters and going wherever your subconscious mind takes you, opens up new doors. I have more in the works but can't finish them easily.

I've hit upon a way to release myself from the torments accumulated that particular day. (HUH!) I sit at the computer at the end of the day with nada on my mind. I make fun of myself about meditating, channeling. I do take my medicine at this time. This is when I'm the most relaxed, my mind is clear, I simply have FUN with it! I just let-er-rip! It is immensely enjoyable. There is times when my mind and fingers work together, giving me a natural high! My wish is to give humor, hope to myself and to you!

I am tired, I grow so tired of my body hurting at work and I can't take enough Tylenol to relieve the pain that grows daily. I drag myself home. Ah, home, what does that conjur up to you? Warmee, confortee, favoritee chairee, relaxee, feels damn goodee. (yep i know i misspelled them wurds, stay with the flowee) "Home is where the heart is". Home is where my big ass is, especially when at work and my knee is hurting, my back is hurting. The trying misfits of society are more idiotic, more dummer, more stupid-errr than the ones I make fun of in my head. U-know I have little, live humble like my family always has, but I have a lot especially where it counts.

If you're a billionaire and can buy everything and everybody, you've not one iota of what I'mma talking about. I feel sorry for you! I still feel the warmth of a coal stove as a kid. You are lying under a ton of blankets with no central heat, Momma says, "come on, it's time to get up", you touch the cold as ice vinyl floor in the dead of winter and run to the coal stove. It feels so warm so loving, the floor around the stove is toasty warm on your feet.

When I came home, I was as bodily tiresd one can get. I fix a glass of lemonade, a sandwich. No television for me! I wanna relaxo, pet my dog. You see, this is how I relax, before I go to bed. I hope you don't mind my unusual way of signing off for the day, by writing a mite!   goodnight

SYNAPSES

My minds alive with so many things. Its hard to choose, what do I do? I do like I always do! I write whatever; comes across. No, I have no title! How do you title a thought that has yet to cross your mind? I play my cards as dealt to me, one never knows, the next card coming, so why not play until you get a playable hand. So hit me dealer!

ALERT, interesting tid-bit of info just crossed my mind! When we're young we have as many as a trillion synapses firing. As we age we lose many of them and only have a billion and they become rigid! Oh shit, don't you just hate it when your synapses become rigid! That's call old age!

Synapses be, you want a crazy old lunatics interpretation of that there word, OR you want the dumassonary dictionary meaning? Shucky dern, how abouts I lay em both on ya!

Decrepid old man's explaination,"well, well, well, ya' all wants the real lowdown. Synapses once were firing like they should be, many years ago. Then scientist and such got together and began tinkering with Mother Nature's balence of natural vitamins and minerals, with which our vegetables transmit to us, via the fine life, from the earth's soil. Yes sir, now with all them pesticides and crap, our bodies ain't getting the correct amount! So u-know what them there pill peddlin companies did. They began putting what we wern't getting into pill forms. The modern age of depressing medicines, were born, I mean the modern age of depression medicines were born! Guess what??? Once you start taking the serotonin re-uptake somethun or another your old body can't make it naturally no more! Guess what? Your hooked baby, you're a junkie for life!!! Whow-wee lookee like a mighty good plan to make MONEY to me! Hey, I'm just an old decrepid man who used to like my soft drinks with REAL sugar, not the kind made from corn u-know! Hold your horsey one dag gone momento. I be in Mexico when I was a young man looking for fun in all the wromg places, anyhow me and this feller was trying to communicate. Near as I made out during our unintelligible conversation. During the hottest time of the day, they takes what I believe he said si naps. Much later on as I learned a wee more of their language, it be siesta".

Well, well I reckon Decrepid Old Man had his say, and I don't mind saying, "what a say it was"! Now the dictionary will give the definition of synapse. The minute space between a nerve cell and another nerve cell, a muscle cell etc., through which nerve impulses are transmitted from one to the other.

Well I'mma gonna give my two cents worth on this here subject. THE DICTIONARY AND ALL THE MUMBO JUMBO OF THE ENLIGHTENED ONES, COMPLICATE ALL MATTERS FOR US SIMPLE FOLK. "IT'S EASIER TO FOOL AN ADULT IN MAGIC". WHY? ADULT THINKING COMPLICATES MATTERS. CHILDRENS IMAGINATION SEE'S RIGHT THROUGH IT. I BELIEVE THIS TO BE ACCURATE, SIMPLICITY AND IMAGINATION, SEEMS MORE LOGICAL!        

My goodness gosh almighty, where did that come from, um, um, um sometimes my rigid brain surprises even me! Had to of heard or read that sometime about the synapse amounts and it popped right out. Then I ran away into meaningless meandering rambling channeling stuff! There is no checking of facts from my end, I'm all imagination, that's what separates the children from adults and if this piece of channeling information is even close! Let's assume it is for imagination purposes! Children yearn for learning (hey that be kinda cute) there little minds are growing exponentially. (whow-za such a big and powerful word from the brain of a child)

Yes absolutely, I believe somehow, I've been able to keep my imagination alive or, am able to bring it back through my ability to dream. My imagination and dreams work in unison. Excuse me one moment as I enter the personna of Doctor Glen View, my resident shrinko. "This man exhibits a miraculous uncanny ability when in a dream state to play out his conscious difficulties. This patient taps into the higher Astral planes where he manifest the amazing abilities to construct and play out his current dilema. In laymen's terms, he does a lot of flying around! Ha, ha, ha a little humor to break up the boredom crap! Now where was I, this manifestation also empowers him to use his childlike imagination. We have no way of measuring how many synapses are still firing but it is my conclusion, solely my conclusion now, that this fellow has managed to hold onto more of his synapses, although he is still short many cards in the deck, yet has held his imaginary childhood friends and gained more friends in his subconscious mind. I hope I have clarified that for you lame brain nincapoops". Thank you good Doctor I think!!!

SNORING____________________________________ ah, ah, ah, sorry, I went into my meditation state and fell asleep. Did anything happen while I took a siesta. I had a dream. In my dream I was driving in the middle of the day and turned onto a road I've never been down. As I drive on the trees became taller. They become so tall they grew over the road. Soon the trees were so tall they block out the midday sun and I was in the dark. I keep on driving with my headlights on. I see a wee bit of lite at what looked like the end of a tunnel. I drive to the light. As I enter the light I woke up. Wonder what that was all about?

IMAGINATION IS A BEAUTIFUL THING. I'M SO GRATEFUL TOO STILL HAVE A LITTLE LEFT. OH BY THE WAY THE TUNNEL DREAM IS REAL, I HAD IT A FEW WEEKS AGO. FOR SOME REASON I THREW IT IN. goodnight until we meet again, glen   

MOMENTS

We meet again. HELLO there! Nothing like a late night drive in the country to relax and meditate. Me and Aussie Blue/Punkster absolutely loovve it. I know, I've talked about these drives before, but the exhilerating relaxation is simply magnifico!!! My mind is overwhelmed with ideas, stories and such. I'm at peace, I watch Punkster, she enjoys these rides so much. She be, a young pup once more, if only for an hour or so. My heart of pain is temporarily relieved, as I'm happy for her. She withers away from cancer, I give her pain pills to lessen her pain. My pain grows, as I watch her getting around slower from arthritis and age! I see myself, my aches my pains, as I also fight the battles of age alongside her. Where she once jumped, deer like up the steps, clearing them magnificently like a high hurdler, she must stop and take one step at a time. Once full of herself, ready to mix it up at one glance from me. She would fall asleep at my feet as I sit in my chair. She would sleep with the tennis ball in her mouth, just waiting for my lounger to plop shut, at the squeak of the springs she was on all fours chompimg on the ball and lovingly giving me her playful growl saying "I'm here I'm ready let's play". Those days are long gone! Her appetite slowly diminishes as her body goes away. I eat chicken she gets halve. I eat a hamburger she eats halve. What I eat, she seems to want, how sad, how beautiful! It becomes harder and harder to get the pain pills into her body. I must out smart her, believe me that ain't easy! She reads my mind, she senses my senses, before the senses of an old man senses them! (did i loose you on that one, please re-read it, it be very important to me) It's always been that way she is like my right arm, only think of her as another heart. She has enlightened me in so many ways. You might think this to be the ramblings of an old man! Not so, quite the contrary! (i have more clarity at this time in life than ever before) We all have friends, acquaintances, some one you're close too. But have you ever truly had one that you felt like was an extension of your soul!! A piece of the puzzle of life, you always felt was missing. You search almost a lifetime diligently looking for answers. Answers, you don't know what questions to ask! A piece is missing, always been missing, you feel that in your gut! There has always been pets around me, why is this one different? Is this a reincarnation of a piece of my lost soul that I did not get back until the proper time!!! (interesting don't you think) Holly smokes, interesting question! Question that might not be answerable! Mind if I try?

I see her, she's what I've always wished to be! A free spirit, full of life, love. Not one mean spirited bone in her body. She's never met anyone she didn't like. When she was just one year old, a one eyed cat, appropriately named Boo-boo adopted my household and gave birth to five kittens. These kittens were just days old, I pick them up and introduced each one, individually to Punkster. She gives each one a loving lick. These became part of her family. You would look outside and there would be them kittens, now full grown playing with her tail, as she moves it playfully. During siesta time, they'd curl up together as one family.    

During long walks, when both of us were younger, she was always by my side, no need for leashes she never, absolutely never, left my sight. (of course in town she was always on a leash) Once when she was young, a picture hanging above my bed feel off and hit me smackdab squarely on the nose. She come a-runnin and jumped on the bed and starting licking my nose. Now she'd lick my hands but how did she know it hit me on my nose? (you should of seen the shiners I had, both eyes black and blue, a couple real doozies)  

You see there was something different about this puppy, OR, had I finally grown up? Hum interesting question, sure glad you ask me! Both, I would say! I was tired, tired of trying to answer the un-answerable questions, we all attempt to, in life. Instead of asking myself , what if? I begin to live, enjoy, to be me!

After a lifetime of darkness springing up now and again, I look upon her at this time in my self-evaluation of life. She was my lighthouse, helping me find a safe harbor from the storms, "to enjoy" the rest of my life, by doing something so simple and pure it's amazing.

What did she do so amazing, I hear you ask? She's taught me and reminds me of the simple things in life. I watch her with love, pleasure and all the happiness one needs, and deserves. How is it possible that purity of soul can represent so much in such a simple package? She has taught me to cry as I cry write this heartfelt story. This is just not another story from the mind of an old man. THIS STORY, BE TRUE! WHEN SHE DIES, WHICH WILL BE SOON, I'LL CRY AGAIN, MUCH MORE. THESE TEARS WILL BE MIXED, BUT MORE HAPPINESS THAN PAIN. TO OF NOT KNOWN HER, WOULD BE TO DIE, NOT KNOWING SUCH SIMPLISTIC PLEASURES, THAT ARE AVAILABLE, IF WE CAN FORGET THE PAST, AND LIVE, "IM TALKING REALLY LIVE FOR THE MOMENTS. THE MOMENTS THAT PASS US BY, BECAUSE WE'RE TOO BUSY LOOKING DOWN, TOO BUSY LOOKING, LOOKING, LOOKING. QUESTIONING, QUESTIONING, QUESTIONING! WE'RE NOT HERE, TO FIGURE OUT THE UNANSWERABLE ANSWERS OF THE UNIVERSE! WE'RE HERE TO SIMPLY FIND LOVE, ENJOYMENT, PLEASURE, CLOSENESS, WHEREVER IT BE! REMEMBER CURLING UP IN THE WINTERTIME WITH THE WIND HOWLING READING A BOOK, LOSING YOURSELF, IMMERSING YOURSELF WITH ALL THE IMAGINATION THAT ONLY CHILDREN HAVE. DAMN, I REMEMBER PLAYING WITH A BEAT UP OLD METAL TOY CAR, PLAYING IN THE DIRT. I WAS SIX YEARS OLD. I WAS ACTUALLY INSIDE THAT TINY BEAT UP OLD JALOPY FEELING THE GENTLE BREEZE BLOWING THROUGH MY HAIR, I FELT IT THEN AND I FEEL IT NOW AS ME AND PUNKSTER CRUISED THE BACK ROADS A FEW HOURS AGO LOOKING FO SIMPLISTIC HAPPINESS AS ONLY A COUPLE OLD DOGS CAN!

OBLIVIOUS

I have nothing to say today, my mind has gone away. Away to the land where all thoughts go, oblivion. Why think in a fast paced modern society! Taking time to blink, may get you lost! To think, to say, does no good. A waste of time and energy. There's no place for thinkers, doers, visionaries, imagination. We've been replaced, there's no demand! We're told what, to think, what to buy, when to laugh, never to cry! Over saturated, desensitized, blobs of followers are needed. Machinery and robots make few demands. Start me up, replace my worn parts, I'll never stop!

Some are oblivious, only THEIR immediate needs count.Why not! I don't care about another, it's about me, only me! I need, I want, now! We all know or work with these "me's". (i like that, me's)

There was a point to this post when I started! Me belly, was growling, so I made me an omelet. Damn good too!

Now where was I! I must reboot, please hold ________________. I must recap to recover whatever I was doing.

You know, it ain't easy being old. (especially being me) Your body passes up your brain. My Momma said "she feels 18 years old". She be 81, ain't that plum, not right!!! Makes you question a lot of taught misconceptions about right/wrong. I best leave it at that. There's certain paths I wish not to venture, so I's shut up!          

I was going to interpret that first paragraph, but since I been up and down and all about doing other things and made the mistake of turning on the BOOB TUBE. I's forgot, oh well don't matter does it, just read into what you's want. (u-know i'm a mite silly and i warned you sometimes i make words up, me's, i's, you's ain't correct, i's knows but i like it and i's can do it and don't get red -'s on my test, causin it ain't school)

Oh, oh, oh! The silly T V show, Married With Children was on, I made the mistake of watching it. Damn if I didn't forget about everythang. No, I don't find it good or really funny. It be so terrible in a strange way, my brainee took a nap. You think I possibly stumbled across something important in my rambling, meandering, neanderthal way? Meditation is relaxing your mind, humm! If I meditate I fall to sleep and visit Dreamville, Glen View U. S. A. (i be a sneaky one notice how i slipped the name of my blog in on ya)

A pet peeve of mine built from a lifetime of working with people on assembly lines and as a supervisor for too damn many years IS? The lack of team work. When a team works as a team, be a ball team or assembly line, it's real good. But no, some people are in oblivion. Oblivious to the people around them. These ones are I's, there ain't suppose to be I's in a team!

SO VERY SAD, THE I'S HAVE BECOME TOO PLENTIFUL AND HAVE MULTIPLIED LIKE RABBITS. IS THERE SOMETHING BEING ADDED TO OUR WATER, PRESERVATIVES IN OUR FOOD, BAD STUFF IN OUR MEDICINES AND VACCINATIONS ETC? IF YOU MARKED ALL OF THE ABOVE YOU ARE CORRECT.

I READ THIS WEEK WHERE SOME STUDY IS SAYING TOO MUCH WATCHING OF THE CARTOON SPONGE BOB SQUARE PANTS IS SCREWING UP THE BRAINS OF CHILDREN! DAH! ANYTHING EXCESSIVE LIKE VIDEO GAMES PLAYED OVER AND OVER UNTIL YOU HAVE KILLED OFF ALL THE IMAGINARY PEOPLE. TEXTING AND EXCESSIVE USE OF CELLPHONES U-THINK IS GOOD FOR YA!     goodnight and happy trails until we meet again                                                                  

The Big Picture

No I'm not talking the starving Artist large painting sale near the airport, at the Holiday Inn.

"Well whatch you a-talkin about then, you crazy mixed up old man" says Suzie A. Smartassy. (that be an inner voice of mine, don't pay her no attention) Suzie adds, "Oh you mean one of them pictures in your little digital camera you take to Walgreens and them suckers blow it up for you for a buck 295". (i may of lost you with that, it = $3.95. i had an uncle Chester who came back from the Army & they done somethun, somethun too's him there. when he went he stuttered th, th, th, but they fixed th, th, th. they musta experimented on him or somethun, he wer strange when he come home!)

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TIME OUT!!! I know what you be a-thinkin. "I be makun up these stories & there cannot be people like I talk about".

These PEOPLE, I make fun of, baby, ain't, let me make that as clear as 1,000 points of light, are not made up. I'm simply a bridge. To bridge the gap between the chronic short circuited lack of cylinders firing ones, that are prevalent in today's society!

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Hallelujah!, give me an amen, brothers and sisters! Woo! I'm feeling good and about to testify, hand me a towel brother! I believe I have a gift1 Yes sir, the gift of seeing these most interesting ones, that are everywhere. I see the good, the bad, the ugly, the challenged ones. I see all the babies, children, young adults, tattoo people, tongue piercing slurring slobbering, whatch-a-ma-call-thems, yes I do! The aliens, galactic, or south of the border. I see all, you can't fool me. I see love, hate, depression, the drug induced zombies, that walk the earth, day or night! I see miracles a-happening! I see the Big Damn D. I need more power, more energy! Stand up brothers and sisters! I need, I need! You all to help me, I need to feel you behind me, as we go up against the Big D. t-o-g-e-t-h-e-r!!!

MY! MY! MY! I feel goood tonight! We're about to take on the Big Boy now! Yes we are! Let me loosen this tie, I feel YOUR energy, energizing my SOUL! Can you feel it!! Hallelujah! Brother Roy, how about you pour me a big glass of that ice cold water! I'm a-fixin to take on that Big D. It's gonna get hot, cause we're going to take the e-n-e-r-g-y coming from the down and out, neglected spirits wanting a victory! Come on now my friends, give me everythang you can muster up, I need YOUR p-o-w-e-r!!!

I'mma talkin about the one who walks in the shadows, who stalks all of you like the sneaky snake he is! He comes for you, when yee, be weak! He whispers such sweet as molasses negativity, in your ears, yes he does! He be a smooth talkin master of all, as he pitches his doom, gloom and damnation! "Sample my wares, a small taste, can't hurt you after all everybody does"!

I HAD AN IDEA AT WORK AND WROTE A FEW NOTES DOWN AT LUNCH. MY MIND SOMETIMES TAKES ON A WORLD ALL BY ITSELF. IT HAS MORPHED INTO SOMETHING ELSE.

UP UNTIL THIS POINT IN MY LIFE I NEVER HAD AN OUTLET. MY IMAGINATION RUNNETH OVER AND IN MY OWN UNIQUE WAY AM TRYING TO RELEASE A LIFETIME OF ??? INNER VOICES, I RECKON, IT'S AS GOOD A WAY OF EXPRESSION, AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE. MY FRIEND KLEM, SOME HOW CONNECTED WITH ME IN WAYS I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND. HE CREATED GLEN VIEW FOR ME. HE MADE THE TITLED SHORT AND SIMPLE "VIEW". THE FIRST THOUGHT ON MY MIND WAS SANITARIUM. HE OPENED THE DOOR TO THE MOST WONDERFUL THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME IN A LONG, LONG TIME. KLEM AND SUE HAVE BEEN WITH ME FROM THE BEGINNING AS I JOURNEY INTO A NEW WORLD. A FEW READERS CAME MY WAY, PROBABLY MORE FROM CURIOSITY. I WOULD LIKE TO THINK MAYBE, JUST MAYBE I STRUCK AN UNKNOWN CHORD AS KLEM TOLD ME ABOUT A FEW COMMENTS TO COME HIS WAY. I BELIEVE ONE READER IN NORWAY AND ONE IN CALIFORNIA. WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT FROM KLEM AND AVOPS GAVE ME THE COURAGE TO CONTINUE, WHEN IT SEEMED HOPELESS. ME, AT MY AGE TEACHING MYSELF TO PLUCK AWAY AT THE KEYBOARD, AFTER ALL I NEVER USED, NOR WANTED A COMPUTER, NEVER HAD A REASON FOR ONE! I TYPE WITH ALL MY HEART, LIKE THE LITTLE TRAIN THAT COULD. ALL COMMENTS AND SUPPORT GAVE ME THE STRENGTH TO CARRY ON! RECENTLY A NEW READER PerfectMindStorm (i absolutely loved your story "The Tricycle")  HAS RENEWED MY VIGOR, AT A TIME WHEN I NEEDED IT. I WOULD LIKE TO THANK ALL WHO VISIT MY HUMBLE SITE, MUCH APPRECIATED.

I AM A WORK IN PROGRESS. I STRIVE TO IMPROVE MY LACK OF WRITING SKILLS. THEY SAY IT'S HARD TO TEACH AN OLD DOG NEW TRICKS. PLEASE OVERLOOK MY LACK OF PROPER TRAINING IN BASICALLY EVERYTHING. I SIMPLY WISH TO BE ME! I POSSESS AN OVER ABUNDANCE OF IMAGINATION. (of course you probaby know that already) I WISHED TO WRITE SOME COMMENTS LIKE THESE AROUND MY 200th POST. I give thanks to my wife who has helped me greatly, and all who take the time to visit my humble site. YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET! I'M JUST GETTING WARMED UP. SHOULD I TRY TO KEEP A TIGHTER LEASH ON MY THOUGHTS? HELL NO!!!!

 

Meandering Goofyness

I sit in the dark, waiting, relaxing, not sleeping ______ yet! I pet my dog, waiting_____damn, I may as well go to bed. Hello up there, is all quiet in Glen View! That sure as hell is a first! What you gonna do when they come for you! Ah oh! There may be a flicker. Some one just flicked their Bic! Searching for the fuse box. Since my last little stay in the Hospital, I power down as much as possible. I'm trying a new self-preservation mode, instead of self-destruction mode! I have a rather boring mundane job. There is no need to wake up, until I get off work, "you know what I mean Vern"! I get soo bored sometimes, I just want to shout out! If I did that, I would be like some of the others, I work with.

I must stay within myself to survive, one of my favorite words of wisdom, "a man has to know his limitations". Simple words of wisdom, Confucius in simplicity, (i like that word, no not Confucius, simplicity) is there any one out there in the Blog-o-sphere that remembers where in tarnation that quote is from? Power is slowly being restored, in me brain. I'll probably be up and running about the time my meds kick in. Then u-know what will happen, don't ya! Yep, I'll get plum silly! Ah oh, I see neon signs trying to lite up!

The word liting up in neon, is meandering, huh! Am I having a vision, a brain fart, senior moment or what? It seems to take more and more time to get me brain up and going every dag-blasted day! I'll look it up in the dumassonary. Meander, mercy sakes almighty, an aimless wandering; rambling. Me-an-der, that word is plum ass stupid! Why in the world, would a stupid ass word like that fire up in my brain. Sheesh, I can't even use that idiotic word in a sentence. 

Well now, aimless wandering may have some possibilities. Aimless means, having no aim or purpose. Man that always makes me mad, u-know when you look up a word it gives you the word, excuse me, part of that word. You reckon, if I was smart enough to know what the dang word meant, then I wouldn't be looking it up, let alone the stupid dumass dumassonary gives me part of that word back as the meaning to that word. Oh shit! I be a rambling. Why the hell don't the dumassonary, make it simpler and just say the definition to aimless is, having no purpose, but nooo, they complicate it! Sorry I went off on a tirade! I'm getting tired, maybe if I wasn't tired, I wouldn't of wandered off into a tirade, ya reckon. Now, where was I, this is just getting good!

Wandering, an aimless going about. Going about what? Sheesh, now you see why I call it a dumassonary! Let's try what lies behind door number 2, travels, esp, when extended and apparent purposeless. Well I'm sure glad that cleared EVERYTHANG up!!! Door number 3, incoherent or disordered thoughts or utterances, have mercy!!!  

Ranble, to talk or write aimlessly, without connection of ideas, WHOOPS!!! Do I do that! Here I thought I had a purpose. A MAN HAS TO KNOW HIS LIMITATIONS, I SURE AS HELL DON'T!!! goodnight and thanks for the time you spent meandering with me, GOL-LY, i did use that word in sentence, wonders never cease!

Wow-za & I feel SILLY!

WARNING! Warning!! warning!!! w-a-r-n-i-n-g, your last chance to save, your mind or at least what little is left!
CAUTION THIS HERE BLOG COMES WITH A MANDATORY VIEWER DISCRETION! TO VIEW ANY WRITING FROM HERE ON MEANS, welcome friends you're at the right place. You know what time it IS? It's that special time when an old man takes his Doctor's prescribed meds. But wait there's more! You add them meds to a NORMAL person. Damn what is considered NORMAL? Let's take a momento and ponder on that. While you're a pondering I'll be a writing. Good God almighty the most disturbing thought just crossed the one synapse I have a firing! I'm pretty much a creature or actually in my case, a crazy of the night. I most assuredly don't, do not, no way, nay consider myself normal....

BUT, I may look a mite better, after what I'm gonna say right here, right NOW! Me and my shadow driving down the avenue, I mean, and my sidekick, Punky, stop at convenience stores for soda and M&M peanuts of course! Whoops, I get her them Slim Jim sausage stick, something or the other, that are always by the cash register. U-know what I'm talking about. They take their old, dried, shriveled up hot dogs that have been on one of them silver thing a-ma-bobs, that have been on there cooking since a year ago Saturday.(check, check, check, am I loosing you, by typing too fast, OR maybe I'm going into a mite too much detail, sorry I warned you!) Anyhow, they send them little shriveled up wienies back to the factory that makes them Slim Jim's, old dog food, yep, would I kid ya? WHAT??? That's not considered dog food!!! Wow-za or eeeccckkk!!!!

Okay, okay, okay, the normal thing, sheesh, don't get your panties in a pinch. What I see, late at night close to the interstate, made me think about trying another store in town. BIG ASS mistake! I thought, that I worked with a couple of s-t-r-a-n-g-e ones! But damn! I be paying for my Super Dooper keep you up all week end caffeine loaded diet coke, and in walks this little feller maybe 5 foot 4 inches tall, with low ass riding shorts, u-know the look with his ptoud underwear showing, yuck, AND one of them $1.00 ultra thin sleeveless under shirt's, AND had tattoos everywhere, AND had them studs sticking out from his lower jaw, AND he's wearing a hat sideways, AND I hear him say somethunn, to the cashier, hey dude how'ss it hanging whatever trash talking. He gotta studs on his tongue, I can't understand one thing he's a saying. Okay, I'm really working hard here to paint you this picture, so hang tough for a moment. He be in his late twenties or there about, AND has a beer belly, AND with the slurring coming from his mouth, I realize, he be one of them challenged ones they call today! Hey, I couldn't make this shit up, I may be nuts, but damn my mind couldn't make up somethun like that!

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About the post yesterday, I had the idea of floating peacefully in one of them hot air balloons. I wrote the first sentence and went into my meditating ohm .... and so on and so forth. I wake up 30 minutes later, some damn entity, spirit, OR whatever (imagine the twilight zone music) wrote me a post. Wow-za, I like-a, this here automatic writing! Yes-sir that be the truth about what happened last night!

Me and my keyboard haveS, (yes I know that be a capital s, please give me a lot of leeway, remember my warning) a battle of wills going, neart a year. You see this old soldier of life, has only been a-typin about a year. My first half dozen keyboards weren't c-o-m-m-u-n-i-c-a-t-i-n-g very well. Man, was I a-getting plum perturbed. (that be pissed off, big time) Anyhow, I had me a talk with my first keyboard, I said, "listen here, you best start working with me". The problem be, I be a thinkun one wurd, and the damn keyboard would misspell it! Change my wurds into somethun unintelligible, kan ya'all believe it? I got me one of them spell cheky things u-know. I throw that first keyboard at the wall, yep, broke into a thousand peeses. I go get me anothur, u-know what happened, same damn thing. To thw wall it weent. Man oh man, I purturdd. I got me a new one, my Missy says, "you need to practice". What for, I know how to spell! It be some kind of a dexterity thing, old man or somethun. Missy informs me, well la-de-da! So me and my new keyboard take it, reeaall s-l-o-w. We doing good, and then a sentence wur in Spanish, not English. What the ???ko, is a going on here! I was heartbroken. Here I have all these bottled up stories I wish to write, and me and the keyboard can't communicate. I have lost track of keyboards, but I keep on, keeping on. I'm old, and as stubborn as a mule!

I just got an idea, or struck by lightning! What if, what if? If I can get these a-u-t-o-m-a-t-i-c writings, going rreeaall good, I could get me a really long wire for my keyboard. Yeah that be it! Take my keyboard to bed with me, and channel my dreams thru my keyboard into my computer. WOW-ZA that be the best idea I ever had! My dreams are SO, SO, SO damn beautiful. I wake up once in a while and I'm in what is called sleep paralysis. Lightning hitting my head again, two times in one day. Ya'all out there need to take my meds. What if I run me a wire direcrly from where the keyboard plugs into the modem. Imagine, from my modem to the computer modem, holly smokes to your modem! If that ain't a frightening thought! Make that the last thought on your mind tonight, sweet dreams BABY!!! AH, HA, HA, HA, HA, I WARNED YOU, I WAS IN ONE OF MY SILLY MOODS. If you read this whole post then you're an official lifetime member of GLEN VIEW...         

My Beautiful BALLOON!

Up, up and away, in my beautiful balloon! Sailing high, away to no one's land, free to be, who, I want to be! Up I see, only blue sky. Let's sail the world, all of you, in my beautiful Balloon. Tonight we wish for a warm gentle breeze, through out the night. Slowly, wind holding steady, we're not tossed about, as we see the view, from up above. Low enough to pick up the mood in all the lands! Some, they sleep sound, others they toss about! Why? The full moon shines, brighter than before, for us to see, one, and all!

We do not fear, the military's might, not in my beautiful balloon! They cannot see, the invisible balloon, it's filled with souls, that want their rights! Forgotten spirits of yester-year cry out tonight! The unborn souls of tomorrow, join the fight! The past, the future are in agreement, what'll be the tally as we pass all nations, tired of injustice! How can we, the weak, the poor, fight military's might.

Go up against, the chaotic order, of a world gone mad? Who, will help us against defeating odds? The mass media assist, the implementing of a new world order. Odds, so far against us, we'll never see another sunrise!

Come one, come all, spirited souls, let's fill the inside of my beautiful balloon! Billions of past, future and yet un-bodies souls, band together. Bursting the seams of my beautiful balloon. Unimaginable power thinking as one, has to flow with energy, so magnificent, so powerful, to possess SUPER COMPUTING  much more advanced, than the power of electronic artificial made... IMAGINE ALL THE PEOPLE LIVING LIFE AS ONE!!!!!   THIS POST, IS TO ALL THE DREAMERS, OF WHICH I'M ONE!!!! 
IMAGINE... IMAGINE.... IMAGINE..... IMAGINE...... I-M-A-G-I-N-E!!!  goodnight 

Don't Tell Me, What I Think!

I think I'll go where no man has gone before! Oopsey, I do that every time I'm at the keyboard. What do I wish to write? Come on don't be afraid, come out, come out wherever, or whomever you are! I'm channel surfing, instead of using a remote and a T V. I'm REALLY channel surfing u-know, as in CHANNELING. Yep, why not! I'm in complete darkness and surfing my head. (you gotta admit that's funny) I think I'll call myself, The Man of A-Thousand Voices, in ME Head. Kinda has a nice ring to it, but something missing!

I tire of ONE & ALL, that TRY to make me believe, what they believe! Especially, while dressed in a $2000.00 suit, and singing prettier than a Meadowlark. You know the kind, hey I'm rich, smooth, eloquent. I could be President of a Fortune 100 Company, OR, the big Prez, as in a Country.

How about the other Ones, that have so many letters behind their names. What in the hell makes them think we tax paying, diaper changing, dish washing, grass mowing, people, trying to keep our jobs and raise our family, gives a rat's ass about how many ????ing initials, you got behind your name? It don't mean diddly-squat, to ME! You baby, are why the whole blasted world's @#&*ed Up!!!

Yes baby, it's YOU, that fill OUR heads with psycho-babble crappola. YOU and YOURN, sit around some castle like 10 foot fireplace smoking pipes, a-think-un, YOU, knows, soo much more about everythang. YOU, have t-h-e-o-r-i-e-s out the wha-zoo! Well, up Yourn, with a gold plated 10 foot anchor, newly sharpened, for YOUR bloody well, pleasure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm going to get down to the core. We MIDDLE CLASS ain't gone yet! We have thinkers, dreamers, smart ones that don't have fancy, cards, letterheads with them LETTERS behind OUR names, but WE real baby!!! WE pissed off baby, we're tired, WE'RE REAL TIRED!!!!!!!!!!

WE THE PEOPLE OF THE WORLD! "WE ARE THE WORLD"! WE are connected now more than ever! In my small town in the Midwest, growing up was 99% white. Flash forward 50 years it ain't so! If, in my small farming/factory community, off the interstate, 50 miles from an International Airport has changed so much, that people from all over the world work, live raise their children attend the same schools, the same hospitals, worship the God, of THEIR choice, in their own house of worship, then why, why is the world so tormented?

Believe me when I say this my friends... NOW more THAN EVER "we are the world".

It ain't, WE THE PEOPLE that are the problem! WE, don't sit around worshiping gold, or play monopoly for REAL, with the world!!! It be, the self-anointed Kings, Queens, that have always been here, they believe themselves to be superior, we're just subjects, pieces to play with on their monopoly board, countries are chess pieces to be moved, bought, sold at their whims! We're simply worker ants to provide for THEM, to build their anthills as high as they demand!

We teeter on the precipice of losing everything, because we listen too much, to BIG MOUTH smooth talking educated annihilators of minds! 

Wow-za, I wasn't expecting that to come out! I don't think I'll be doing anymore of that there channeling surfing thing again, I plum give myself a headache. I think I'll go back to the old meditation, falling asleep, nap, wake up write something funny. This stuff, too mind numbing for me! GOODNIGHT WHEREVER YEE BE!  your friend at glen view

I am "The Night"

Most people work 9 to 5 and have never worked the evening shift, or what is so affectionately called the graveyard shift. (hope i didn't scare ya off with the graveyard thing) While the overwhelming majority of Workville U. S.A. lie all snuggly in their posturepedic, unthought of to them are the People of the Night. Yep the world turns even in the dark. I have worked all three shifts in my 40 years of factory work. Day shift makes you feel NORMAL, whatever normal means in a world of ???? Evening shift I suppose would make you feel next on the normal scale. The graveyard shift is well, differento to say the least! (it's okay, sometimes i make up or change words a smidgen) If your inside the factory the job is no different, except for your inner clock a-saying what's wrong with you boy! The job I do requires me to work the dreaded graveyard shift at this time in an old man's life. Believe me when I say, IT, takes a lot to get used to, yep it ain't easy! You gotta do, what you gotta do, there ain-na nobody beating down the door of my humble adobe asking this old fella to come to work for them. Nope, once you pass a certain threshold in life you seem, expendable. It doesn't matter how much experience or knowledge you possess, them there employers only see white hair! Anyhow my job and shift suits me at this time in life. This graveyard shift has made me a creature of the night like the coyotes and other animals that live where others are not accustomed too! I wish to give my insight to you that have no idea of that experience. I AM THE NIGHT!

Once upon a time,(i love starting a paragraph off with those words, like i'm going to tell ya a fairy tale) about 20 years ago, I was going through life altering events as in staying too long visiting Uncle Darkside. Everyone will go thru bouts of darkness but mine had carried on waaay too long, (kinda sounds like a goat don't it, say waaaay, and let them a's roll off yer tongue)[AS YOU CAN PROBABLY TELL I HAVE TROUBLE STAYING FOCUSED, AFTER MUCHO THERAPY I WAS DIAGNOSED WITH MANIC DEPRESSION. WELL LA-DE-DA, I'M CURED HALLELUJAH, WHOOPSEY, I PLUM GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN] days become weeks, weeks become months, months become years, you see the picture I'm creating for you! I was fighting every day for existence and meaning, survival! I had dropped out of life and couldn't get going again. I was at absolute minimal life support.

I happened upon a job no one wanted to do. A early A.M. delivery of a product when the night sleeps. I was able to jump start my short circuited soul, body and mind. The fascination of another world became me. The simplicity of less traffic, people, everything appealed to me somehow! I began to think on my own. I stopped every night out in the total darkness of the nighttime and watched the comet Hale Bopp, it touched me, in ways I didn't understand! I fought back, but didn't want to be a rat in the rat race once more. I vowed to keep my new found me. Obstacles abound behind every nook and cranny. (i like that) Seems at times, which was most of the time I would take one step forward, then two steps backward. But hey, keep on plugging away! I go to work full-time in this small factory working the graveyard shift. I'm still working the late shift, it seems to have allowed me to become a new person. Oh, shit the same old mind problems jump up now and again and new problems have surfaced from a lifetime of physical work, back problems, knee problems, numerous others. But it's the living, when I'm really living that makes everything worth it. What you're reading right now is a way of relaxing that has happened in the last year, kinda funny sometimes how life altering events can be good or bad. This new hobby has pushed my mind in ways you would not believe! Example learning to type ain't easy, it takes time and patience. But the rewards of accomplishment at a time when people are just bidding their time until death, is not for me. Everyone is given the power of learning and believing. If they would use their own minds and reason for themselves, the world would be a better place. That's too hard, so they're brainwashed into living a life of what they're told! Sad as hell ain't it!!!

Just got back from taking a ride into the country as I keep the same schedule on my days off, have too! Me, and my faithful companion or should I say my shotgun riding compadre (who doesn't mind shooting off her mouth) in my/our trusty steed pickup have been out looking for other ceatures of the night. They're there, they're always there, you can't see them because you don't go out on a beautiful hot July early A. M. night driving slow into the countryside a-looking. We see raccoons, deer, possums, skunks, coyotes, rabbits, spotted Big Foot once, just kiddin. ME AND AUSSIE BLUE, WHO IS SLOWLY DYING OF CANCER ENJOY THESE RIDES IMMENSELY. WE ROLL THE WINDOWS DOWN, TURN OFF THE AIR-CONDITIONING, STICK OUR HEADS OUT THE WINDOWS AND VISIT OUR ANCESTORS ONCE AGAIN. WE'RE TOO OLD TO WALK THE MIDNIGHT PATHS, BUT CAN ROAM FREELY AND FLY ONE LAST TIME TOGETHER, AS KINDRED SPIRITS OF WHICH I HAVE NO DOUBT WE ONCE WERE IN ANOTHER LIFETIME. WE ARE THE NIGHT!!!   Thank you one and all for visiting my humble sight, where I promise you I will write my thoughts, my views, MY WAY! THANKS TO MY NEW FRIEND WHO LEFT ME SUCH A WONDERFUL NOTE, ON MY POST BITS & PIECES, YOUR KIND WORDS MADE MY DAY!

I choose to never say "Goodbye"

I heard once, "if we have one true friend in life, be thankful", I am! Friends, most assuredly come in all sizes, shapes, age, color makes no difference. There certainly is many levels of friendship. We can have work friends, school chums, hobby buddies, church friends, the list can go on and on. First grade I made friendship that last for many years. Little tykers latch onto each other for reasons who knows, instinctive probably. It's a good friendship that last thru grade school. You are growing up, different interest, many factors. You make new friends, perhaps one is your true friend. There is so many variations to determine true friendship. You truly click with someone, just feels natural, who cares about all the psycho babble crap, you're friends!     

High school see's many friends, I'm not talking Bro's to hang with, the type you hang out on the corner smoking because they feel there cool, or whatever the terminology is today, I'm an old man from the sixties, YIKES!!! (mentally i feel 19) You graduate you stay in touch with your best friends, make new friends in the workplace. Some of your buddies get married, have children, get divorced, never grow up. I pity their children! Some went to that damn war in Vietnam, some didn't come back, some return but was not the same! Booze, drugs, they might as well died over there! You get married to your true friend for life! You lose friends way too early, 20's, drugs, heart attacks, accidents. You feel grown up as you lose them.

You have a leadership role, making good money as you work your way up. You think about your life's chums and special friends that helped make you, YOU! You never forget your best friend that died at the age of 28, from drugs in an accident. You can't, can you?

Friendship comes at funny times and for different reasons, you don't think why, not at the time. You look back later in life as you see ones you went to school with, you find yourself reading the obituaries first... You say to yourself, "damn it all to hell, I'm OLD"... It's a hard pill to force down, believe me! The top athletes, the smartest, richest have left. You're an old fat man that's experienced life's highs and lows to the max, yet your still plugging along, working your 40 hours a week. The realities of a lifetime mentally & physically, have scarred your soul, your body, your heart. You cry sometimes from the aches, the pains, the why's of life & question, why do I get out of bed in the morning?  Still you carry on!

"The Dying not hard, it's the living"... Wow, simple words I heard once.

I choose not to attend funerals in my old age. I say my, "goodbyes" in a different way. I choose to never say "GOODBYE"! I don't wish too! I DO NOT, wish to see my last glimpse of a love one or a special friend, looking like a made up facsimile!!!

The old fashion way of family viewing, one last time, digging the grave by hand, on their own property, seems, real, correct to me! But hey, I'm old fashion in so many ways, I'm sure as hell, am not going to apologize for that!

I have my family, my wife, and one SPECIAL friend left. I feel rich! I'm close to some at work with similar interest. I find myself rather reclusive anymore, for reasons I will explain on another post. I wish to end this post telling about my SPECIAL FRIEND.

Her name is Aussie Blue, she's 13 and 6 months old. She lies at my foot as I type this story. I've no doubt she knows I'm typing about her, as she just came over and had me scratch her back! Love and friendship come in all sizes, shapes, all possibilities... Ain't it Great!

                                          This is for my friend Sue. (She loves animals like I do!)
Aussie Blue aka Punkster, Punky, Pupster or my favorite just plain Puppy. She is a mixture of Australian Cattle Dog & Australian Shepherd. She has a black patch over her left eye, with black and white over the rest of her 55 lb. frame. I've never been closer to a friend, human or 4 legged.   I CHOOSE TO NEVER SAY GOOD-BYE.. THANKS FOR VISITING MY HUMBLE SIGHT! glen view

Bits & Pieces

Lordy, lordy, I'm way over 40 and my how time flies. It's been about one year since my buddy talked me into this endeavor into madness! Yep, if it wasn't for Klem, it would not be! My goal was to let you, the readers decide what type of lunatic I am. I have been all over the board, front and back, that's how I like it. I wish to convey whatever is on my mind. I have all these serious stories I wish to write but it takes time, more time than I have on a day to day basis. To write serious it takes me a couple hours to get my old brain in line, and by that time it's nappy time for an old man, u-know! Or maybe if you're under 50 you don't know. The one thing I enjoy more than anything else is to come home after work, relax, get a bite to eat play with Fido and Fiddle Dee, my dogs (No that's not their real names.) and before bedtime go over to the computer and see where my mind is. Klem calls it automatic writing, you'll have to overlook him, he is my age, but went to college so he has words for everythang. (I know I misspelled that, sometimes I prefer the way my mind hears the word as it rolls off my brain. One day I'll leave all my misspelled words as my mind hears them, That'll make for some interesting laughs.) I assume it is like an automobile, you put an automatic in D and go like hell. (That I like.) If you have a shift, you shift gears as needed, you're actually controlling the shift points. I only got one gear and it stays in D, it has no place else to go, if I put it in N, I would be like the other people I know. Ain'ta no way I'm gonna put in in R, shit I can barely walk forward and keep my balence, no way I'm going to try that R thing-a-ma-gig. I do put it in P, when I sleep and that's where I get the ideas to my serious stories when I get around to writing them.

I was fascinated by a class I took in High School a few years ago. (So I may be telling a little white lie, in reality it does seem as though it has been only a few years, I do have white hair.) Damn what was that elective class all about, we studied dream interpretation and I found that extremely fascinating. I been a-think-un about buying me a do-ja-ma-floppy so than If I wake up during a dream I can say a few words about the dream, then go back to sleep and hopefully be able to recount, rethink, remember my dream in more detail. Hey don't blame me I got my mind in D and can't control it until it runs out of thoughts, sorry!

Damn, I do get sideswiped sometimes, Just chalk that up to old age and call it a senior moment. Any how, Klem said "it's called automatic writing to say what's on your mind". So by now if you have read some of my whatch-a ma-call-it style of writing, I know what to call it.

It's certainly been a wild ride as I struggle with making them damn keys on the keyboard work with my mind. It's like we're married, arguing all the time. Believe it or not I find it relaxing, typing for a while before going to bed, It gets plum silly after taking my nighttime medicine. But you see that's what I find so entertaining, and relaxing. Is that some form of meditation? Sometimes I'll be in complete darkness, just me and Hewie (My computer) and my fingers and my mind seem to be in tune and I just go with the flow, whatever happens, happens. Whow-za, I get real sleepy, press the mousey to publish and go to bed. I read what I wrot-a the next day and sometimes I think damn, what misfit wrote that, other times I think it be kinda cute, other times I think I best keep my mouth shut about bad mouthing them assholes in D.C. (NAH)

I would like to write funny stuff everyday but u-know sometimes life just ain't funny. I do not like it when my mind visits Uncle Darkness, but let's face it, shit happens! I say, I'm not going to write when I'm visiting Uncle Darkness. Everybody has bad days, weeks or whatever, we're only human, whatever the ???k that means!

The most intelligent person that has been the greatest influence in my life and I quote him now, "I am, what I am" and damn, I forgot who the hell that was, I hear my bed calling me goodnight.  

That's All Folks

What shall I write today, I never have nothing in mind as I relax at the computer before going to bed. [YAWN] I'm putting myself to sleep already. [YAWN] Damn this may be short, or I've figured out a way to skip meditation and go straight to my dreams. That would give plenty to write about I guarantee you. My dreams are so full so real, better than these damn dumm and stupid movies they make anymore. As a young teenager I wanted to be a movie critic. I thought that would be the ultimate and best job you could have. Growing up my family didn't have a television, so I read anything and every thing. First was the dime comic books, I was the sidekick to all the Super Heroes. Then it was biographies of famous people and so on and so forth. My imagination blossomed from these books, I could feel the book and lose myself into another world. It was fantastic! Then, my first Saturday morning movie with some friends at the age of 12. My first real movie at a real theatre. Not the movie show places of today. A real magnificent theatre built in the early 1900's. Originally a grand theatre for performing arts, funded by the founding families of the area. Later turned into a movie house on such a grand scale that a young lad found magical, escaping into visual imagery not thought possible. My first movie was 1,000 Leagues Under the Sea, I had read the book. To this day all the technological advances doesn't hold a candlestick compared to my first screening of a movie in color, in a grand old movie theatre. Of course, I had seen black and white movies at school and at the boys club. Yes we visited friends and family that had T V, however nothing prepared a poor boy for this wondrous smelling, glorious way of completely immersing your self into another world as you ride along. The cartoons before the actual movie were funnier, and so much bigger than on the little t v. Remember, one gigantic screen, one movie, but it was in gigant-a-screen and mega-sound and cimemascope and all that fantastic stuff of that era! Sunday thru Wednesday was one movie, Thursday thru Saturday was another. I was a paper boy making my own money, every Saturday afternoon and every Sunday afternoon I was at the only movie theatre in town. Didn't matter what was playing, I was there at the 2 P. M. matinee. The last movie I screened at that movie house was Clint Eastwood in The Unforgiven. I can honestly say that was the last movie I totally immersed myself into. The smell of that old movie house especially on the hottest day of the summer. You enter thru oversized doors from another era and fresh popcorn popping overwhelms your senses, then the coolness of the inside hits you, then the coolness of the ancient decor with the stairways on each side of the theatre taking you to the balcony, where the grandest of another time overwhelms you, taking you to unparelled highs in enjoyment. All I can say, that's entertainment that I truly miss!

Entertainment can be imitated and mass produced. More of everything does not make it better, it makes it, stale! You go and pay, for the same-o same-o! If one is good more is better, is it? Seems to me since around the original Star Wars it has become mass produced conglomerate advertising mega hits, targeted to sales of everything. Entertainment sure has changed, is it better? Why of course how can a mega movie theatre be bad. You pay more for drinks, popcorn, the movie has to be better. How many damn scary, vampire, world ending, destroying movies do you need! I say damn why end the H. P. series when their young adults. How many more books and movies can be written and made into movies, when you have created a fan base until they die. Plenty more mass marketing left there.

Damn television has been so overdone that people are leaving the damn thing on not for the entertainment value but for sheer company. That's right just to hear the noise. The bigger the T V the better for the children to rot their little brains and becoming smaller from all the games. Junior can't read, but damn you ought to see him work the game console.

ENTERTAINMENT MY ASS! TODAY'S WORLD IS SO OVER SATURATED WITH NOTHING, THEREFORE NOBODY KNOWS NOTHING. TEENAGERS TEXT, TEXT, TEXT. "YEAH I QUIT SCHOOL SO I WOULD HAVE MORE TIME TO TEXT". IS THIS ENTERTAINMENT TODAY, TEXTING, GAME PLAYING, MINDS BUSY WITH RIGHT NOW SATISFACTION. IS THIS THE IMAGINATION INSTILLED OR CREATED BY MASS MEDIA. UNFORTUNATELY I THINK SO!

I LEAVE YOU TODAY WITH A VERY INTERESTING TID-BIT OF INFORMATION I LEARNED TODAY, I BELIEVE IT TO BE ACCURATE. THERE IS A GROUP OF PEOPLE THAT IS LESS THAN 1% OF THE WORLDS POPULATION. THIS GROUP HAS 40% OF THE WEALTH!!! ABSOLUTELY FASCINATING!!!   good day my friends of the world or there abouts... that's all FOLKS!

Endangered Species

Many things on my mind but when I turn the lights out after taking my meds, sometimes it gets scary. I lean back in my chair and wait... If I could turn back time and be like some people I know. To lose myself in the abyss of NOW. Whow to think of only, now! Not that I wish to be a child forever, however; some people seem to keep that going for them their whole life! Life is one big play box full of toys. Someone today bought a dozen donuts and ate five on the way to work. Excuuuse me, is that something that he is sooo proud of, that he must tell someone that don't care! Yep to him it was!

I had a vision at work today and I'm going to share it. I look around at the ones I work with and shake my old head sometimes. I think damn this people have trouble working here and this is the simplest job and probably the easiest job I've seen for a factory environment. Is this what the average worker of today has progressed to! No wonder everyone is being labeled challenged today, if I an old man can out work and out think them and I have one foot in the casket and more mental problems than all of them put together.

The leaders of these fine specimens of endangered species are much better workers, BUT have absolutely no supervisory or leadership qualities. They become supervisors??? by default. They've  been here a long time, so the smart upper managers say, let's make Atta Boy and Thatta Girl leaders because they show up and have been here a loong time! Yep, shows their intel doesn't it! Well that works fine until one day, this little company that could, became a real factory, with real machinery and a real big, fine, new industrial building in a real industrial park. These fine managers that have been here for a loong time, hire a lot of challenged workers, now don't get yer panties in a tizzy, there's a hand full of good quality workers like Klem, Susie and others. It's them others that are lazy, incompetent, challenged. If they are reminiscent of what has been produced in the last 30 years or so, it explains why we have no jobs left in America. These ones can't think on their feet, they can't think sitting down, they probably have more active brain cells during nap time!

There's more, I got to thinking we ought to trade these challenged ones with our elected officials in Washington. They might get more done. Get rid of all them millionaires, lawyers and college ones, they sure as hell have taken this country down the crapper. Let the Mommies and Daddies of the challenged ones be the advisors to the new representatives, they sure as hell are used to obstacles dealing with WE THE PEOPLE, because we be the people that have to work every day with problems stacked up against us, and have to make up for the lack of LEADERSHIP from all directions. These candy ass, lobby sucking s. o. b's sure as hell don't give a rat's ass about what WE THE REAL PEOPLE deal with every fucking day of our life!!! We SUFFER FROM LACK OF LEADERSHIP AT THE LOWEST LEVEL WHY SHOULD WE EXPECT ANY MORE FROM THE UPPITY CRUST OF SOCIETY.  damn wasn't expecting that to come to the forefront and be a post! 

Or There Abouts!

I have no idea where yesterday's post came from, but I sure had fun writing it. That be better than meditation, because I fall asleep when I meditate! Don't you just get plum sick of advertisements and Politicians. The Prez seems to get his picture in the paper every dog-gone day. I suppose every dog has his day! But damn every day with them big ears, sheesh already. He is starting to remind me of Ross Perot. Ross Perot reminded me of one of them Star Trek characters with the big ass ears, I think they were called Ferengi or something like that, uuuhh! Wait a minute them little Ferengi fellers were always conniving to make money. Ross Perot is a billionaire and he is a little feller, maybe he's got some Ferengi blood in him, ya'reckon. Just a thought! What kind of alien might the President be? He's tall and skinny with big eyes. Hey, maybe them tall skinny gray aliens have distant cousins that have a good tan. Yeah that's it, he's a tall skinny dark skin alien. He was sent here to planet earth to be in the paper every day telling the American people that he has a plan to fix everything. He sends out some kind of interplanetary spell. Now I got it, yes-sir-ree they can't fool ol'Glen View and his casts of growing castaways. He has infiltrated the planet by the way of! Holly smokes, wasn't his father from Zimbawe or there abouts, and his mother a Doctor of something, or there abouts and she was working for the government or there abouts. Damn, damn, damn, I forgot all the details because I never thought that it would be important. Whow-doggie I'm seeing a conspiracy theory of  the highest makings as in interplanetary or there abouts. I wonder if Hollyweird would be interested in a true story for once, nah, probably not! There too damn busy making all these wonderful movies like Super Heroes save the world XIV, or My Momma Your Momma XIX, we can't overlook Perry Hotter at age 100, titled The Broom Broke & I Misplaced My Little Stick Thing-a-ma-doodle. Can't wait for that one! Damn I've lost my train of though or there abouts. I maybe onto something, wasn't there some kind of problem about his birth certiticate or there abouts! It probably be kind of hard to list his real identity if he was mixed with a pinch of this and a dash of that on a spaceship with sperm and eggs from everywhere. He be a real interplanetary alien, sheesh legal or not don't make no difference anymore, anyhow! Man, oh man what kind of D. N. A. What does those letters stand for? Probably Do Not Ask! Seems rather appropriate don't it!

What did we learn here today boys and girls of Blogdom. Not one damn thing, but I sure had fun writing it and gave you a little glimpse inside the mind of, I'm not sure, my nighttime medicine has put everyone to sleep but me... That's one scary thought!!!  goodnight out there, wherever yee be....

Snake Oil Pitch

Gather around my dear friends, I would like to tell you about a cure for what ails you, be it sniffles, scurvy, stomach ailments, eye sight, nervousness, gout, pneumonia, cancer, heart ailments, tiredness or plum just sick of life... Yes, sir, a bottle of my magic elixir will fix whatever ails you! Gangrene of the leg, this magic potion will clear that right up, absolutely! Today's special buy two bottles and recieve one free of this secret ingredient taken from the snake of the mighty Amazon Jungle, discovered by the Captain as I lie dying. I have spent my entire life searching for cures from all over the world, this magical healing power was discovered as I lay on my deathbed, from jungle fever. The local Indians of the Amazon use this potion, known only to their Medicine Man, it comes from a rare snake. As a young boy I stowed away on a great ship that sailed the world. This ship and captain was no ordinary sea faring vessel. This Ship's Captain became a rich man and he wanders the far reaches of the globe searching myths and legends, in doing so he finds the unknown, never before heard of secrets not known to civilized man. This, my dear friends I have brought to you here in Dodge City Kansas on this day of September in the year 1882. I have traveled from St. Louis where I carefully supervised the mixing of the Captains own elixir. We use it exclusively on the Captain's Ship where I guarantee you, it cured all. You will not be disappointed, I have only a limited supply to sell today, tomorrow I must go back for supplies. I may never be this way again, so don't miss out. I drink it every day and I'm 101 years old that's right my friends, you never would of guessed me or any one to live that long. Lookee here, at how a man a-century old can dance, I don't mind a-bragging the ladies still find me, well let's just say my mast is mighty and my sail is always full. Let me remind you once again directly after the show I'll be leaving to restock my wagon. Since this is to be my last stop, I'm going to sweeten my offer, since my wagon moves faster on a light load, by the way I neglected to tell you this here magic snake potion also works wonders for any horse or mule discomfort. If their leg is sore from a sprain just rub this wonder linament on and after a nights rest they'll be kicking the barn doors down to get to working fer ya. Okay the deal now is if you buy 3 bottles for a mere $1.00 a bottle, I'll throw in 2 bottles free. Yes-sir that's what I call a steal. I must return to St. Louis to replenish my supply. Lookee here my good friends I drink it just like this. [taking a good slug straight from the bottle] It works fine for the baby's colic, one tablespoon mind-ya and that baby will quiet right down and you'll be able to get your sleep. that's right my friends! Step right up for the deal of a lifetime. Don't be stingy folks I probably won't be this way again so buy your supply now!

SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FOR TODAY FROM THE MAN OFA-THOUSAND MINDS!!!   Hope you had a laugh at my making fun of HUCKSTERS.   Glen View

Main Steet as a young pup & old dog!

We wish to think our life's experiences & enjoyments were soo much better, way back when! "I pity the fool"! (Thank you Mr. T.) Experiences that are profoundly bad, scary, sad, never die, they stay and can be quickly retrieved from our memory instantaneously. The flip side of the record of life, caries the good, heartwarming memories. What about the 99% of living, where is that stored? Is it forgotten? I don't think so!!! Those of you old enough to remember 45 records, of our favorite groups back in the dark ages, before the modern revolution of computers. You would buy the record for the A side. One day you decide to play the B side, & & &, HALLELUJAH!!! A one in a million hit is found. I love these life's moments.

I have only brief memories of life before 1st grade. Jumbled, good & bad. From that point until now, all of life is blurred. What a shame! I have forgotten the vast majority of my life? Here lies the color, the make up, the body of life. MAN! it's who we are! I'm over a half-century old, I briefly remember my first seven years. I really, really, remember my last seven years. In between is my life!

Way back when young walking down Main Street of Ameicana was eye-popping. As a young pup I was drooling, wagging my tail at all the smells & sights. I couldn't get enough. Every store was unique, therefore each one was amazinging. Imagine if you will. (I know you have an imagination OR you wouldn't be visiting my little site!) You walk into the world megalith shop till you pop conglomerates of the modern era, what do you smell? Think_____ chicken, bakery items or chain outlets right inside the door. That is your common store like Wally's World, where you can get an oil change, rotate your tires, while your frozen chicken is thawing out! It'll take that long at the speedy automotive department. Why you ask? If you have to ask, you've never tried the automotive department, where Jim Bob, Ray Bob, Earl Bob, brothers & their cousins Floyd, Confused, Skeeter & let's not forget their cross dressing man/woman Tyrone Beth. (Did I draw that picture too accurate & scare you to near death,
Sorry!

Okay, the modern shop until you drop stores of today aim to please every middle class American. I just described the low end mega store. The upper end of the dying middle class as in College and skilled trade ones, that are in demand. You walk into these stores and you don't smell nothing a-cooking. You smell freshly cleaned squeegee machined antibacterial smelling floors, & what a shine. You think, man-oh-man this here is my kind of a store! So your 50$ an hour plumbers can shop here!    

Sorry, I can't describe where the rich people shop. I never been to any of these stores. But on T V & the movies they appear to be individualized speciality stores.

I'm a mite confused! As a young pup & young adulthood, Main Street housed individual specialty stores. You could park your 15 year old Ford, or your brand new Lincoln Continental & walk into the Candy store, Drug store/Ice Cream store, buy a magazine or book at the Book store, WALK into the Bank, (What walk in!) catch a hamburger & fries with a fountain made fresh coca-cola. Go to the Men's Store, Jewelry Store, seems every other corner had a real Service Station. You see the picture, don't ya! Damn, damn, damn! I'm confused! 

Today you walk Main Street, Banks, Insurance Companies, Financial Brokers, Real Estate Agents, Lawyers Offices. So Main Street once was middle class Americana. 

Now it's Corporate America! Hum... Seems money has taken over everywhere! They've taken over our identity, we middle class no longer have our Main Street. Once proud thriving heartbeat of America is parking garages and Wall Street. They've reaped their harvest at the raping of our heart, our soul, our identities have perished along with our MainStreets!

How very sad! We have our Mega Stores, our Chain Restaurants, that eat at the very foundation that we once were! Progress is here, I for one don't like it! All the bad of the world has taken over my little Home Town. We have Mega Movie Theaters with mass created un-watchable entertainment for the mentally challenged. We have every chain restaurant to further kill our families off. We have lost our good paying middle class jobs for low paying outlet stores. Millions are losing the roofs over their heads because they can no longer make house payments on their little pink houses in Suburbia. Their jobs have gone south, east, north, west as in another country. Yet, our elected representatives have given the rest of the world OUR childrens future. The banks of the world grow fat off the American people yes sir! Ah, Main Street today is GREED!!!

I WAS IN A REMINISCING MOOD AS I DROVE DOWN MAIN STREET OF MY HOMETOWN IN THE WEE HOURS OF THE MORNING ON SUNDAY AUGUST 4. SO MANY THOUGHTS FILLED MY HEAD I MUST WRITE THEM DOWN. THIS PIECE IS A JUMBLED MESS OF MEMORABILIA BUT SOMEHOW SEEMS APPROPRIATE OF WHO WE HAVE BECOME IN THIS MODERN AGE OF NO IDENTITY. THE POWERS THAT BE HAVE STOLEN IT! MAIN STREET THE GOOD DAYS ARE GONE FOREVER, I PITY THE FOOLS OF THE NEW GENERATIONS, THEY KNOW NOT WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO THEIR FUTURE AND THE CONTINUAL RAPAGE OF THEIR UNBORN CHILDREN!  I apologize, my intent was to write a funny piece as it started off to be. I was hijacked as my mind went serious on ya'all... I'm sorry! Glen View