Misquitoes are "Us!"

I think I may have touched upon this before and I choose to do once again. I have been off work for over a week, "old man medical shit!" You see! A lifetime of not taking care of my body properly, I reckon! I have never used alcohol, very much, nor smoked. At least I did that right! I reckon! I do love soft drinks and sweets, that be my down fall!

As I write this I begin thinking back to the simple foods I was raised on. ( That be funny, if only to me growing up in corn country In. Here corn grows as high as a Sasquatch, u-know, that big hairy thing! ) We didn't know what fast food was back then, there was not one fast food restaurant, that's hard to believe, even to me as I think back while typing this! ) Sweets occasionally. So salt and whatever the hell all this shit is, if you take the time to read the label on all can goods! I'll betcha there is more, they don't bother to list! It WAS NOT, going into my body as a young pup, nope, nope, nope!!!

When the interstate highway came to town or rather by town, fast food places began popping up like Automotive Service Stations in the fifties, seems every corner by now! Matter of fact a lot of them, fast food heart attack stations are where them service station once stood. The juicest locations! ( ha ha ) We go from a man in a uniform putting gas in your car, cleaning the windsield, checking the oil and the tires, to a big gulp, ( sodie pop ) big half pound hamburger deluxe, to gigantula fries. What ya reckon naturally comes next? TO big touble in the chest! Now we have men in white coats and a clipboard to men in surgical scrubs and little sterile hats!

Oh my! We have progressed from a small sevice station on the corner, TO BIG HOSPITAL THAT REACHES TO THE SKY!!! Aw! P-r-o-g-r-e-s-s ain't it GRAND! My! Oh my!

I wonder why any of that "keep ya" fluid is put into our veins after we die? The average person probably has so much preservatives the morticians doesn't have to pump embalming fluid into our COLD DEAD bodies. (Why the hell did they ever start that to start with, just put us in the ground and let mother nature take it's course, or cremate us another natural way! ( The answer be "natural." ) Why because THERE'S TOO MUCH $$MONEY$$ TO BE MADE even after our spirit has left the body, ain't that a crying shame!!!) I'll bet they have a test kit they use. Glen Bob McDoodle (Me) has so much of the highly toxic man made toxins in him from can foods, water, the air we breathe and them Super Duper Medicines we can use him as fuel to cremate half a dozen! Who-wee we have us a big ass block of that self-igniting charcoal! Its a wonder he didn't get too close to the fire when he was having a wienie roast he would spontaneous combust!

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ALERT!!! Somethun (meant to) just popped into me head and if I don't write it, right now! It'll be gone so keep your breeches on and don't get your panties in a bind ( Sorry! Had to have me a little fun with you! ) I've heard a lot of talk and read about what is referred to as CHEM-TRAILS sprayed regularly in some parts of the country, actually countries! Have you out there heard about this? If so I reckon they ain't spraying for mosquitoes, ARE THEY? ( Although I have known a lot of humans annoying as mosquitoes! )
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Back to my original rambling. The foods I ate growing up were the types of foods that today would be labeled not good for you. ( Humm very interesting. ) Inexpensive foods that would fill the bellies of several children and always have food to eat, like potatoes, pasta. (Um! um! good I still love mac and cheese to this day, I could eat mac and cheese with anything! ) We canned fresh vegetables, used lard and real butter. Ground beef ( I'll bet the ground beef of 50 years ago has no resemblance of today's ground beef! ) Chicken and dumplings for Sunday dinner, using real brooth not salt loaded heart attack in a can! ( Have you seen how much salt is in that can brooth, my old ticker is squeaking and about to come to a halt, just thinking about it! )

 As always, thanks for stopping by my humble site I call Glen View, goodnight my friends of the planet and about to be galaxy! Ah,ha,ha,ha,ha, one more HA!

"HAS SENILITY SET IN?"

I have bee out of touch with what's happening in the world for a few days. No matter, I bet I've not missed anything important. Nothing really changes! We work, we pay our dues! We work we pay our dues! (Somehow that sounded important enough to say twice!") We work for a meager existence. We consume, as in consumers. By the time the day is done and the money counted we come up short! We the worker bees, buzz around all day every day taking care of ???? We don't count except for paying taxes and creating a new generation of baby bees to fight off the enemy! Who in reality is the enemy? We little people can never satisfy the appetite of the evil entities that enslave us! For what? To create, to manipulate to worship the dastardly power of slow destruction they want instilled into all of us! The latest techno gizmos, the latest and biggest screens to further rotten our brains, with 24 hour a day news and commercials. Medicines that cure all and everything as it eats away mentally and physically at the foundation of the brain and eats away inside the body creating new illnesses to make new medicines for!

"We" each and everyone of us, "is the enemy!" We just don't know it!!! We go see any movie, no matter! These movies coming out every year are the same movies released every year after year after year! Yet, we flock to the Multiplex to watch over and over and over! Damn! Good God! Almighty! They be the same movies repackaged, recast and re-re-re-released!

Who creates these blockbuster movies? The answer "we do, we do!" Ya reckon! Huh! Really! We see so many trailers and are told by P. R. ninnies, that every new movie from Holl$$ywood is a must see! You'll kick your own ass if you don't rush out and spend big $$$'s Damn take a family of four out to see "Super Hero's Take a Day Off," damn you love spending a day's wages? Do you love the popcorn and half gallon size refill "free" soft drinks? (We be so stupid we pay five times the price of a soft drink to get a "free" refill!)

"Yep! Uh ha! I drink that whole drink to get a free one! Huh, huh, huh! Me and Junior Bob Bob like to break the bank!" says 10 year old Billy. "We eat the popcorn and drink the cola as fast as we can don't we Junior Bob!" Junior Bob laughs with popcorn falling out of his mouth shaking his head Yepp!

Actually, it sure surprises me that anyone goes too the theatres these days! People are buying big, Big and BIGGER screen T. V.'s and with these movies that you can rent for a dollar everywhere, I'm totally surprised theatre's haven't priced themselves out of business! Yikes, the last movie I saw at a theatre was Superman Returns about 10 years ago and I went to the matinee. If I remember correctly, it was well over $10 for the movie small size drink and popcorn. Damn I wonder what the priceis today?

What be the point here? I take my daily medicines to keep me "alive"? That's what I once thought and never questioned the smart Doctors. You see I grew up watching Marcus Welby M. D.

THAT'S HOW OUT OF TOUCH WITH REALITY I WAS! WOULD I BE DEAD FROM THE HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE MEDICINES THAT MY DOCTOR BEGAN PRESCRIBING TO ME OVER 20 YEARS AGO?

I CANNOT ANSWER THAT QUESTION! CAN I? NOPE! BUT THIS IS WHAT I KNOW FROM MY EXPERIENCE AND I DON'T SAY IT LIGHTLY! I RATHER DIE WALKING ACROSS THE HIGHWAY, THAN BE PRESCRIBED TO DEATH BY THE EVILNESS OF THE ALMIGHTY DOLLAR AND THE ONES BEHIND THE MONEY, THAT CONTROL THE WORLD!!!

WE ARE, BUT LOWLY FOOT SOLDIERS BEING USED, BY EVIL (THE DEVILS THEMSELF.) WE JUST DON'T KNOW IT, OR WISH TO HEAR IT, OR BELIEVE IT. WE IN ALL OUR SIMPLISTIC GOD WORSHIPING WAYS, CANNOT GRASP SUCH ATROCITIES THAT SEEM TO BE MOVING AT WARP SPEED! THAT SEEMS TO TELL OF AN URGENCY TO ATTAIN THEIR DASDARDLY DEEDS. THE TRUTH IS HERE AND NOW, WE JUST WILL NOT ACCEPT IT AS WE SIT WATCHING OUR BIG SCREEN T. V. THIS THEY KNOW, AND USE AGAINST US. (I'M OLD AND TIRED BUT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST WROTE AND I HOPE I'M NOT AROUND TO SEE THE ENDING.)

I CANNOT SEE THE FUTURE! AH BUT MAYBE I CAN! IN MY SIXTY YEARS OF LIFE I HAVE SEEN THE DISINTIGRATION OF MY HUMBLE HOMETOWN FROM WHAT ONCE WAS "THOUGHT" TO BE A NORMAN ROCKWELL PAINTING. THE TRUTH WAS ALWAYS THERE, "IT NEVER WAS! THEY SOLD US ON IT!" A CHILD CANNOT SEE IT. WE MUST LIVE TO SEE THE TRUTH. AIN'T IT ASHAME BY THE TIME WE SEE THE TRUTH WE'RE TOO !@@#$ING-OLD-TO-DO-ANYTHING-ABOUT-IT-!!!

IT'S JUST THE RAMBLINGS OF OLD PEOPLE WHO HAVE NOTHING BETTER TO DO!!!

Sorry, some thoughts I had to get off my mind! Until next time. as Roy Rogers would say "happy trails to you until we met again."  Glen

Dizziness

My oh my! I can't believe I actually allowed myself to post that last post. Oh well! Win some, lose some! Damn it were fun! My mind seems to be blank at this moment. Too much water drainage, I reckon. I'm full of the medicine Lasik, a medicine that takes off excess fluid from my body. That's why I found yesterday's post funny. My chest cavity is full of fluid causing shortness of breath and dizziness. Don't need no more dizziness, I be too damn dizzy already!

I'm not finding it hard to think, usually my mind is full of a hodgepode of everything. Rather Twilight Zone strangeness tonight, I must say. I wish to see where I go with this, but nothing is taking hold. I be like one of them big balloons with the man in the little basket, only he fell out during take off and the balloon is sailing up, up and away! The balloon sails without guidance. Extremely strange fogginess, very new to me. This be better than meditation, such calm, no brain waves. Am I flat lining and I'm unaware of it?

Surely I can whip up some Political foolishness. Didn't waste my time with The State Of The Union Speech. You take the best speech writers money can buy and a brilliant orator/salesman and what do you get? Ah come on!!! I absolutely cannot comprehend "supposedly" intelligent people educated here in the U. S. A. buying the shenanigans and foolery! (Light comes on above my head.) That be the answer right there! We have been taught to trust certain ones in our lifetime. Taught to never question authority from our Teachers, Doctors, Police, Politicians etc.

It be OUR way or the highway approach in leadership in Washington! We need to start washing them leaders by the ton! We need to send all the grandma's of this country to Wash-ing-ton wooden rolling wooden pins, to knock the snot out, and wash all the s-h-i-t, outta the Politicians. Every fricking day Politicians say this, say that! They be taking up space and using up our air! The pollution coming outta their mouths. No wonder we need new clean air standards! I betcha if you measured the quality of air above The House and Senate, ain't even going to mention the big house, you would by far exceed the normal standards by millions of parts per Polluterticians! (Ah, ha, ha, ha1 You think o'l Glen is a jiving ya, don't ya?)

You know what frost me balls! Oopsey! Can I say that? It It be my Blog, so why not! I've heard college students say "I'm studying Political Science!" Have mercy child! You already fried your fricking brain! There ain't no science in anything political! Even at the local level in my community, its soo evident how the POO--litical system works! Please read my words. We start with $$$$ to get someone elected to do the bidding of ones with $$$$. This be the rich in the community and them rich have made all their $$$$ off of we the POOR in the community. Now that be P-o-l-i-t-i-c-a-l Interpretation 101 from the Professor of Simpleology! U-know I ainna gonna lie to ya! So you start at a local level, state level and then you might make the major league of Polluter-ticians. Yep! Washington once you make the big leagues, there be no hope for them! They do the De-Vils bidding! What be the De-Vils work? Damn people don't ya know nothing!!! These De-Vils are the richest De-Vils of the world! These De-Vils play World Monopoly with countries and billions of people. It be a game to them baby! They be playing with our lives and money like we poor people play the board game! I know what you're saying this crazy S. O. B. is fricking nuts and I say Amen! Brothers and sisters of de world! Can't y'all smell the manure and feel that somethings not right, Damn! With age we're suppose to gain some insight into the world and how the wheels really turn! Republicans and Democrats, we don't like one so we'll vote in the other party. That be like committing suicide and can't make the decision to blow you're fricking head off with a shotgun or a rifle! Your a goner! They use OUR elected officials to make US think we really have a choice this ain't a supermarket! Its smoke and mirrors, the best magicians rob us blind as we listen to OUR loyal ELECTED Puppets of the mighty, the SELF-PROCLAIMED KINGS AND QUEENS OF THE WORLD!!! Once again who are they? Damn baby, they sure as hell ain't gonna be hob nobbing with us at the local convenient store buying gasoline! They own then fricking stores and the oil and the land and the Polluter-ticians of the world! We 'll never see these De-Vils! They'll be on their yachts, jets, on their very own island. I'll just betcha they even have their very own underground luxurious hideaways in case of a major catastrophe that they themselves orchestrated! We all know that they have underground bunkers for our ELECTED polluters of evil! Dah!

I wonder what they do around the globe when big snake pits are found with venemous snakes! Do they just walk on by and hope one day they'll go away or die out? Do they throw in animals like sacrifices to hold the evil entities away? Do they throw in all their gold and children yet to be born?

Let's PRETEND for a moment! Come on! Humor crazy ass Glen for a sec! Be it John Wayne in a western movie. The Duke comes upon a pit of rattle snakes close to the town he is Marshaling. He would say "get all the kerosene in town, throw in the prairie weed and mesquite firewood we're gonna have us a snake roast, burn them De-Vils and send them to hell!!!"

DAMN I RECKON I DID HAVE SOMETHING ON MY MY MIND, YIKES! I HOPE I DIDN'T GO OVERBOARD! IF I WENT TOO FAR YOUR HONOR, PLEASE STRIKE FROM THE RECORD AND PRETEND YOU DID NOT HEAR ONE WORD!!!!   Goodnight

Silliness Has To Come "OUT"

I was driving my truck late one hot summer night and behold a funny thought jumped into my head as I drove past an Army Base entrance. I had to pee and this silliness came out of me. Kinda funny! I must say as I'm taking a lot o'meds to take off water from around my heart, however; it sure seems like the opportune time to have some fun and you know old Glen Bob just loves to have fun! So I'll make my little poem that jumped out de (seems I've feel in love with this itty-bitty word, don't it!) bushes that hot night many years ago!

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I wish to ask a ? of y'all! I sometimes clean up even me silliness. I know that might be hard to believe but I can be even sillier than I am!!! That be a scary OR an even sillier thought! My mind gives me word "de" instead of "the" and many other words, so on and so forth. While I find them to be entertaining, I'm not sure about you the readers. I reckon ones in the U. S. will get it, but I've wondered how it must translate in other countries? I tend to not really turn'er loose because of that. Then again I've thought of starting my own word translation dictionary and posting before my really silly posts. Right now I probably don't have a lot of words I play with but have more popping up all the time. I think it would be neat. (Does anybody still use that word anymore?) Maybe Glen Bob's Dickhead-O-nary for the mental misfits. U-know something catchier than Webster's Dictionary, uwe, uwe, uwe!

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The point behind the point is y'all know I be mentally incomplete and incompetent (Sorry a little more than normal silliness escaping!) and have a significant hearing loss, so I think I could go much farther and have fun with it, and I do! I want that humor I find in trying to communicate, to come across to all my friends out there and you might just get a better understanding of the hearing impaired to go along with my mentally impairment!! AH,HA,HA,HA! 

Maybe I better clarify the Glen Bob thing a ma bob, causin I don't think I have called myself that in a post before! About 13 years ago a couple young-ins on day shift at the same place where I am still employed started calling me Glen Bob square pants. I had recently lost weight and my pants didn't fit right so I began wearing suspenders. Suspenders are more comfortable than a belt while working. It was harmless teasing like what happens in a close knit working environment so it didn't bother me. I just thought they're making fun of my suspenders. I ask Blonde one day "I understand the square pants thing but what's with the Bob thing?" She laughs and says "haven't you ever heard of Sponge Bob Square Pants?" My answer was "nope!" Then she told me about Sponge Bob. Well needless to say I then had to check Sponge Bob out on the cartoon network. Well they was just teasing me and we all got along fine so it didn't bother me! Glen Bob stuck while I was on day shift.

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                                         "Bee All You Can Bee"

I wish to be all I could bee!

So I joined the Armee!

While out driving my hummee!

I had to pee!

While u-know.... I was stung by a bee!

My pee wee, swelled to twice the size it used to bee!

It became soo swollen, I could not pee!

I was terribly worried about my enormous pee wee!

I go to the hospital and they insert a tubee!

Where? Into my big pee wee!

After swelling subsided, they pulled the tube out force-fullee!

They! Pulled off my pee wee!

All I could do was holler, loudlee! "Wee! Wee! Wee!

Man! How news spreads when you lose your pee wee!

My missing wienie was a hot topic all over the globee!

I wondered how such a little thingee?

Could make such a big splashee!

This was years ago and Jerry Springer heard about me!

Man did he ever want for me to be on T. V.

The show got out of controlee!

The women dropped their toppee's!

The men dropped their pants and showed their pee wees!

I got caught up in the moment and showed where mine used to be!

Gasp from the women and all men hollered We! We!We!

Well this was the show of shows on Jerry Springer T. V.

A surgeon heard about me!

She wished to fix my pee wee!

She said "for free!"

The best part is still to be!

The lady Doctor's name is Dee!

She installed a pump to my rumpee!

She insists on making personal adjustments, quite often on my new pee wee!

She's a nice looking middle aged ladyee!

She takes the hands on approach when dealing with me!

She takes me homee!

She's awfully nice to me!

She has given me a new lease on my lifee!

Plus, I can make her sing like a larkee!

As she personally takes good care of me!

I believe, I'm better now than I ever could be!!!  

I HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED MY SILLINESS BECAUSE THIS IS JUST ONE, OF MANY PARTS OF ME! Glen

Foolery, Jesters & Tom Foolery?

Foolery dictionary says "foolish behavior or a foolish action." Yep! Me and Mr. Webster agree on that! But you know something, what plum fuels my foolery is? Say, I'm studying the English language as a second language! I don't know what fool or foolery means. I get a variation of fool like foolish. If I do not know what fool or foolery is then how the !@#k am I suppose to understand foolish? I look up foolish, yikes, I'd be in big trouble! After reading all the definitions in the dictionary, I would know less than I did before, I started. I got an idea, I'll read every word in the dictionary with fool in it, from fool to fool's parsley.

(Oh by the way fool's parsley is a poisonious, foul smelling European weed of the umbel family.) You see now why we here in America get our sweet smelling weed known as Tijuana Gold from Mexico! We don't want to smoke no foul smelling weed!) We want our weed to be from the Gonzalez family!

Fool's paradise is a state of deceptive happiness, based on illusions. (I lik-a this one, sounds like most people I know! Oh shit! And ME!) This is getting plum "fool ass" fun! I want another one!

Fool's gold, dictionary says !@#$%^&*!@#$$%, I say "gold colored rock." (Sheesh the dick-head
was talking about Pyrites and such foolery! Although, them Pirates sure love gold! Maybe there was some sense in it and I'm too big a fool to see it!)
Fool's errand, a foolish, fruitless task or undertaking. (Seems like maybe this post!) One more and the best for last.

Fool's cap, a cap, usually with bells, formerly worn by a court fool or jester. I don't know where this post or essay in madness is going but seems like a lot of foolery going on what about you???

I had a cat once, I called Jingles, because Jingles had a collar with bells on it, but no hat. I never once thought about putting a little hat with bells on her, but now I wish I had! Jingles the Jester, has a nice ring to it! For the hell, or the Tom Foolery of it I'm going to look up Jester. (Tom Foolery keeps popping into my head, seems like something my grandma would say! Also my smarter and better half has heard it!

Jester, a person who jest; esp. a professional fool employed by a medieval ruler to amuse him. I wish to look up jest now.

If a jester is a professional fool employed by a medieval ruler to amuse himself. (My immediate thoughts turn to Politicians, ain't that a funny coincidence!)

This thought about Politicians just adds a whole new direction to this foolery I have stumbled upon! We actually elect these Jesters and pay them big salaries and lifetime insurance to say, what they say, is what, we want them to say. When they say, and do, the exact opposite of what we want!

"Holy Caped Crusaders o'l Glen has tipped his scales to the Politicians and Jesters!!! Will there be any coming back after this? We'll have to tune into his next post to see!"

Jest, something to be laughed at or joked about. There are other definitions but this seems to fit best.

Seems to ME using my Glen View fuzzy logic. Them ones referred to as The Powers That Be, You know the real Rulers of the planet also called Globalist or as I call them The Bankers! The self proclaimed Kings and Queens because they CONTROL THE MONEY and boys and girls we all know who has the money controls!!!

Looks recap, the Politicians/Jesters are lining there pockets with gold by WE THE PEOPLE! Instead of Medeval we have The EVIL ONES OF TODAY also placing gold into Politician/Jesters!

DAMN! DAMN! DAMN! We all be full of "FOOLERY"! Every one of our names is Tom Foolery AND WE WEARS THE FOOL'S CAP!!!  Damn! I think maybe at the very start I lost CONTROL of this post but damn I sure had fun! Interesting NOTE! DAMN IF IT DON'T MAKE SENSE TO ME!!!

JUST IN CASE YOU DON'T HEAR FROM ME FOR SEVERAL DAYS, ITS QUITE LIKELY I'LL SPEND A FEW DAYS IN THE HOSPITAL. SEEMS LIKE ONCE A YEAR I HAVE TO GO IN FOR A TUNE UP! THAT SEEMS A LOT BETTER THAN THE OTHER POSSIBILITY NOW DON'T IT! FOR SOME REASON MY OLD !@#$ING BODY RETAINS FLUID AROUND THE HEART UNTIL I CANNOT BREATHE. THEY SHOOT ME FULL OF THIS LASIK STUFF AND I DRAIN LIKE A WATERING HOSE. LAST YEAR THIS TIME I LOST 20 POUNDS IN 3 DAYS. Audios my friends until we meet again! Glen 

DIARIST

I reckon, I have become a diarist. I certainly never expected it to turn out that way! But one certainly does not know what the future brings, do we? If I did know what the future was, I would have mucho money and live some place with warm ocean breezes caressing my tired old body! Ah! But, if I was mucho rich, my old body would not be tired right? Damn! To ponder upon what might of been! Creates dream like euphoria! But! Would I want to be rich? Most interesting thought that has gone through all poor peoples mind since FOREVER ! My answer.........

@#$k-No!!! Why? I'm a simple man, always have been, always will be! Ladies and Gentlemen and all aliens from this planet or beyond! I think in simple ways and quite simply, DON'T have to worry about all me damn money! I have none! That's pretty simple right! What kind of life is there to enjoy! If you worry about your money all day, every day? No sir! Not Mr. Glen Poorman. (That be a ha ha for you Timster.)

I would be totally out of this world ecstatic to have my bills paid off, have health insurance and be able to work only four hours a day! Damn! That ain't too much to ask for, is it? You see, I like to work! Why? Damn it keeps me alive! Keeps my pumper a-pumping with shots of that all natural adrenalin! The all natural wonder drug of the caveman! To outrun the little woman when she asks "what did you bring us for dinner you stupid caveman?" (Oopsey! I got a wee bit sidetracked there sorry!) I really don't long for much at this stage in my life. That makes it very good because I don't have much! But compared to others I have a lot, I reckon and I'm extremely thankful for that. I have my sanity, (yeah right! Ah hahahahaha.) The comforts of home and family and the most exciting thing I've done in many a moons! What be that you ask? This right here! A way of expression not conceived of, until a couple years ago. Who would of thought a uneducated hillbilly would take a stab at writing. Not me, not me, not me, no way, no how! I love it! No I mean, I REALLY LOVE IT!!! UM! UM! UM! Better than peanut butter and jelly with a glass of milk!

My diary is different than one might expect. At least I reckon, I never really thought much about that until this moment. Does anyone beside young girls keep diaries? I have never known a young man to keep a diary.

Actually, It began quite simply as a way to practice my typing. If y'all remember correctly I never learned to type as a young man, never had me one of these here c-o-m-p-u-t-e-r-s. As a old man I wanted to write, sooo I must practice, rather logical huh! (Ah ha ha, just messing with ya!) I was thinkin, I gotta have somethun to talk about, I mean write about. The only thing my dog would tell me sounded like wooof! I reckon, I'll write whatever is on my mind, anything and everything. Seemed like a good idea at that moment. So in between my stories I have put into writing The Chronicles Of Glen, I reckon, you reckon we all reckon and it has been a hoot! (I hope, to you to, I reckon, haha!) I'm still learning to write and still practicing my typing. That damn typing hasn't come easy to an old man. The thinkin part is easy, I have an overactive imagination don't you think? 

I had some foool ask me. "What kind of writing do you do?" Threw o'l Glen for a loop-de-loop! I didn't know there was but one kind of writing. If you spoke English you wrote English, Dah!!! But within that I suppose you have what I call Propa English and you have what I do, Impropa English. But damn it all to hell, if I get somethun real close to propa, I figure y'all out there can reckon it out, can't ya! (In times of trouble I regress back to my hillbilly roots on me daddy's side, sorry!)

Damn I went for a hearing test and the Doctor of Audiology said "you read lips at 75 %."

I ask the Doctor "what percentage of hearing loss do I have?" (I seem to have trouble in c-o-m-m-u-n-i-c-a-t-i-o-n big time.)

The Doctor says "we don't deal with hearing loss in percentages." You see how hard it is to get a straight answer from ANYBODY!!! She goes on rattling off numbers and words like I knew what the fuck she was talkin about! She be a DOCTOR of ASS-HOLE-OLOGY is my way of thinkin! Ya reckon we REGULAR PEOPLE study de crap they ur feeding US! I don't think so!!!

So I ask again, Doctor if anybody ask me "how bad is my hearing loss, what do I tell them?"

Doctor of Audiology says "moderate to severe". Whoopee, another D and F in my schoolin of life. my momma's gonna be so proud of her youngin! Just like regular school!

I reckon, I'll keep on practicin, my impropa writin, cause I'm havin so much fun. Ya never know this might be the prescription an old man needs to salvage himself from the depths the DOCTORS OF ASSOLOGY HAVE NOT PRESCRIBED FOR ME!   Goodnight me friends!  

Each Day! I Die A Little More!

WARNING!!! THIS IS NOT GOING TO BE A FUN POST TO READ! IF YOUR LOOKING FOR MY HUMOR DON'T READ ON! THIS ARTICLE AND THE OBVIOUS DOWN MOOD I WAS IN ONE NIGHT AFTER WORK, IS JUST AS MUCH A PART OF ME AS MY FUNNY RAMBLINGS! WE DO NOT DWELL ON THE DARK SIDE FOR FEAR WE WILL GET LOST THERE! IT'S AS REAL, AS MY HUMOR! I WROTE ONCE, "I WISH FOR YOU IN BLOG DOM, TO GET TO KNOW ME, THROUGH MY WRITINGS!" THAT'S NOT CHANGED, HOWEVER; ALL OF US HAVE TALES FROM THE DARK SIDE! MOST PROBABLY WE HAVE NO ONE TO TALK TO ABOUT THESE LIFE ALTERING TIMES! WE BURY THEM DEEP! OUR HEADS INTO THE SAND! OUR BODY REMAINS ABOVE GROUND AS WE EXPECT THE DARK TO GO AWAY! IT DON'T WORK LIKE THAT MY FRIENDS! WHAT DEFINES US! IS THE COMPLETENESS, ENCOMPASSING THE HARDEST PART TO UNLEASH AND CONSEQUENTIALLY TO UNDERSTAND, IS THAT UNYIELDING PART BETWEEN OUR EARS!!!

One more day! Another day closer to death! No one! Absolutely NO ONE! Even fucking notices or cares! It's only what you can do for "them," or "complaining!" I'm fucking tired! Of it! Yes! I'm pissed off, but not at what you're thinking!

I'm hurt! I'm DEEPLY HURT with a  never healing wound! If, the hurt I'm feeling at this exact moment in time could push that invisible dagger, we call heartache deeper and end it! Then DAMN IT THIS OLD FUCKER! HAS HAD ENOUGH!!!!

I loved my best friend Aussie Blue so much! She was in so much misery! I put her down! I wish someone will see my pain and return the favor "one day!"

There comes a time in our life when we understand that the aches, pains, misery of our body, the daily grind, our environment (Factors we can't control!) AIN'T going to get better! We know each day is going to be harder and harder, to just! SURVIVE!

(((I would like to make something perfectly clear at this moment in MY life. Many of you out there, cannot comprehend what I'm speaking of! Hopefully, you never will! (But you will!) Believe me now, before the big light at the end of tunnel, the umbilical cord connection to the next existence, the spiritual journey, the pure energy being you will manifest into, so on and so forth depending upon what you believe.)))

I'm soo fucking tired of "manning it up" and pushing forward! For what? The inevitability of death! "I no longer fear that word!" I believe a part of me has died, in the last decade! Death be a slow daily grind that eats away and sucks the life out of you! Until, there is nothing! Like a snake shedding it's skin! Only the snake is renewed! Unfortunately, I'm not a snake! I become a skeleton with no heart, no soul! Why would anyone wish to survive in this state! I DON'T! Your body dies long after your spirit is defeated! My spirit weakens as I mentally and physically man it up for what! One more fucking day!

My body cries out, LOUDLY! From the aches and pains of too many years of physical abuse! Once, I thought, I am invincible! Crises beginning about 20 years ago, leads me to Doctors and the "wonder meds!" Now! I pay the price of the not so wonder meds! Weight gain, meds to counter the side effects of the original meds! THE NEWEST MEDS ARE NATURAL VITAMINS TO REPLENISH MY DEPLETED BODY FROM ALL THE DESTRUCTION THE MAN MADE MEDICAL ESTABLISHMENT HAS DESTROYED WITHIN MY BODY!!! You see, there's no let up! Push yourself until one day that last moment of complete and total exhaustion takes its toll, and finally relief!!!

The only way to make it through the day while working is to eat the pain reliever aleve like candy! Ah! Aleve is an over the counter medicine that once required a prescription. I use to take Vioxx, a much stronger version in the same group of drugs, per my understanding! Weekends is resting my old tired worn out body, no aleve needed.

Seems its hell if I do, and hell if I don't! I can push myself physically until that day comes of physical exhaustion and I ease into the next??? It's the ones you work with and the ones you're the closest to, haven't the foggiest of how thin the ice is! You could be taking your last breath right in front of them and they are oblivious to you and your last beat of life! That! More than anything, is the last feather on the camel's back!

I CRY FOR MYSELF, AND ALL WHO HAVE ALWAYS GIVEN THEIR ALL! ARE WE INVISIBLE??? OR, HAVE WE BEEN BURDENED WITH OVERACTIVE SENSATIONS OF LIFE, THAT DESTROY US, AT OUR VERY FOUNDATION! I'm so tired, hurting mentally and physically, as I struggle to write these words! These words may or may not make sense. I do know, that if I don't attempt to put my inner most thoughts down at this moment, they will never make it, into any of my posts!

So when I said, "I want for you to get to know me." You must see the opposites of what makes me, "ME!" Therefore making up what I lovingly call Glen View. If anyone out there has read the majority of my posts. You my friends know the man behind the keyboard and you know more about me than anyone else! What I write about is from the deepest valleys of my inner soul, heart and mind! I am all the characters and all the ones I have yet to write about!

I give to you out there, in the farthest corners of our globe The GREATEST GIFT one call give to another! My innermost, thoughts, humor, ramblings, ideas, I give you ME!!!  GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS! 

Aliens, + I've Gone, "Plum Silly!'

I haven't the foggiest idea of what I wish to write, but that's never stopped me before, so let's see what pops up and says "I'm ready!" (U-know like one of them Thanksgiving turkey popper upper thing-a-ma-doodle turkey sensors, for the ones who can't read directions to cook, so many minutes per pound or they can't stick a thermometer in it and read the proper temperature, sheesh! Big ninnies!!!)

Damn oh DAMN! Ah! Oh! Hang on to your undies big time! Man am I, feel Looney tonight!

(I Interrupt this un-important message for another more serious, although, also un-important message to y'all around the world but is important to me!) [Did I write what I think I wrota? I'm not going to revisit that last sentence. You may be the Judge and strike that from the record OR? Think to yourself that's one crazy ass !@#$er!-I-prefer-the-latter!-Damn-how-did-I-get-this-to-change-colors???]

Here in the Heartland we have not had any nasty weather yet, as in snow or the dreaded ice storm. We had a cold snap for a few days last week. Tuesday morning we had a thunderstorm, yep I wouldn't kid you! Right now its 2 AM Saturday, we're having the DREADED ice storm! Wow-za Momma Jan be plum pissed off, BIG TIME!

(Now I return you to your regular scheduled DUM-ASS!)

P-o-l-l-u-t-e-r-t-i-c-i-a-n-s, still Polluting! Yes sir! Cold in Alaska! Warm in the Florida Keys! Well some things stay the same!

I've not unloaded anymore alien truck drivers. Since I mentioned aliens, I see what looks to me like, people who are aliens, compared to the people who I remember growing up with in my small town in the Midwest. Example, I work the night shift and try to stay away from them big box retailing stores! U-know the biggest one in particular. (Especially during the day time.) Good God almighty! Have you ever waited outside for your spouse and watched the aliens go into that store, OR, are they producing them some where's in the back, OR, are they beaming them down from the relay station on the dark side of de (Yep meant to!) moon? Have you ever looked at someone, I MEAN REALLY LOOKED AT SOMEONE! Then told yourself, "de ain't, from around here!" I'mma not talking a freak of nature kinda thing here! I'MMA talking, maybe a reptilian from planet Crocadonia way! Way on the other side of that big ass black hole, them there cosmopolitans, (nope that's not right) them there cosmetologists, (nope not right either) cosmologists, yep! I believe that be the word I'mma looking for! Them smart ones who study the universe. Whoosh! I used up all me brain cells on that one! Now where was I before I got sidetracked! I believe that's where all these illegal aliens, and these REALLY, ILLEGAL ALIENS are coming from! U-know there was no talk of aliens of any kind in my community. Until! We went to de moon! Then, them aliens sprung up, EVERY WHERE'S! Shit! When I was sixteen I didn't know what alien meant! Then we went to de moon. Before you know it we go from Star Trek on T. V. to Steven Spielberg to aliens every where's! Somebody--- done opened the flood gates and we have more aliens in every town in the United States "than you can shake a stick at" that's what my grandma would of said, and I LIKE IT!!! My grandma was always right!

U-know, now that I actually ponder this here situation a mite! I have reached a monumental light bulb over my head conclusion! When small town Americana was in its hey day, as in Main Street before the outward sprawl of the suburbs began, there were no Megalith Malls, no Big Box retail stores, no Fast Food chain stores on every corner, no Convenient stores. (What the hell is this c-o-n-v-e-n-i-e-n-t shit all about? There ain't nothing convenient about them! The only !@#$ing thing they made convenient is diabetes and obesity!) [You see how I get sidetracked, lord have mercy! It ain't easy being me! I don't have to try too hard! If you understand that last sentence, howdy! brothers and sisters welcome to my world!!!]

Back to my earlier diagnosis of suburban sprawl and aliens and such foolery! (I lovva that word foolery!) Yep! I believe I'm right! We have to have jobs for these aliens. Don't you see! All these new chain stores have give jobs to the aliens being created like bunny rabbits popping up from outer space and inside them BIG BOX stores! Yep! That be the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help old Glen and you heard it here first on GLEN VIEW, where our motto is we have space for you, a padded cell!!! AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!! Damn! Am I nuts or what! I thought I was off the air! Don't print that!    Goodnight my friends!

"Code Blue!"

The winter has gone to my head! I have a head cold. Damn! Don't you just hate when that happens! Aches, pains, sniffles, sneezing, chills! You know in this modern age, you would think you could go to your local hospital and say "I have a t-e-r-r-i-b-l-e cold, give me some of that really good stuff! Some of them new medicines to make an old man that already has aches, pains and feels like 89 on a good day! Let alone one that has a cold on top of that! Shoot me full of that secret formula Feel Good Right Away! I'll be your guinea pig! I needs it! I wants it! I must have it!

I once took that medicine they took off the market called Vioxx! Um! Um! Good shit! I felt 25 years old before the dastardly F. D. A. (Fricking Damn Assholes) took it off the market! That be the whole fricking point you morons! Unsafe my ass! The fricking air we breathe is unsafe! Has been for quite some time! The nuclear fallout from Japan has hit the west coast big time and your worried about a few damn heart problems! The number one killer today is stress and "We The People Of This Republic While We Can Still Stand," demand our drugs! Under Mexico's first through sixty-fourth ammendments! (Oopsey! I can't belive I said that hahaha!) We dying faster than roaches after spraying that R-a-i-d shit! We have airplanes spraying Human Raid over The Unites States, who the fuck is worried about a few heart problems! Damn at least let us old fuckers die pain free!

My local hospital has these pain management posters with funny faces saying "if you're in pain please let us know! Excuse me!!! I came in here in an a-m-b-u-l-a-n-c-e! Ya reckon! That might be a clue! First things first, as I lie dying in the a-m-b-u-l-a-n-c-e! (I've also heard this pronounced b-a-m-b-u-l-a-n-c-e, you make the call!) Do you have your insurance card? As--- I--- gasp--- for--- air! Or, a check for $1,000,000! I hear the receptionist holler out on the intercom "yippee we have a live one with insurance, start all the equipment up!"

I make it to one of the emergency rooms, barely alive! Then I see my nurse! The brand new fresh from vocational school, Nurse baby doll, talking on her cellphone asks me "what seems to be the problem?" As I lie on what I'm now convinced is my death bed! Blue and cannot utter a word! "Maybe!!!--- I better get a Doctor" says Cutie Pie, to her cellphone!---- "I'm a goner for sure!" An older person that looks smarter than Cutie Pie shows up. The last words I hear, before the light at the end of the tunnel was "code blue!" I'm being pulled closer and closer to the light thinking "Damn! I had insurance, I did everything right! Why am I here?" All of a sudden I feel as though I have been hit with a taser gun, you know like the police use, that shoots a million watts of electricity into your body! I'm bouncing all over the walls of the tunnel and being sucked backwards! Now! I'm really pissed! I wanted to see what lies at the end of that tunnel! These damn morons can't screw nothing up right! As I'm sucked back into my body, I hear someone say "he's back!" I think who-wee! I'mma gonna get my money's worth and ride all the rides here in the amusement park of horror's!    Goodnight, thanks for visiting my humble site I call Glen View.

THE TWO TOOTH TRUCK DRIVER

On December 30^th of last year a funny incidence happened at work, or as I prefer to call it Crazy Inc. (Oh shit I best explain Inc. not meaning Incorporated. I think of it as more Incarcerated! Yep! Would I kid you?) As you might ascertain from some of my stories the I. Q. level where I work is a wee bit low! Probably because we work during the hours of 6PM TO 6AM. It’s called the graveyard shift for a reason, I reckon!

First off, I must tell you I don’t make these stories up. I understand this may be hard to comprehend if you live in a world of “normal” people! Although, I’m not sure what normal is anymore! About 20 years ago I was going through some life altering moments. (Moments my ass more like years.) I believe some of the residue still clings! I was convinced that I was the one with what I’ll call “brain farts”! (Too much thinking releasing excess gas into the brain singeing them already frayed synapses!) To get back in the game of life once more, I search for a job as far away from what I once did. That was supervision and it did the trick. However; I transferred to the graveyard shift after a few years of working days (Normal hours.) for monetary reasons.

YES IN CASE YOU’RE WONDERING WHERE IS THE STORY, I MUST LAY A FOUNDATION EVEN FOR MY MADNESS! I reckon you get the picture.

Two Tooth

My Boss tells me at 9:30 PM, there is a truck that I need to unload in back! Okey dokey! Please understand, normal receiving hours are 8 AM to 4:30PM, so when a truck driver shows up late it’s never good! It’s a tip off they’re having trouble of some sorts! I go back to the shipping dock and open the door and there stands this little feller about 5 feet 5 inches tall. He’s in his sixties and real skinny. That should of, tipped me off. Most truck drivers have a big belly from sitting too much! A hazard of the job I suppose! This little feller hands me the paper work and I tell him to back his truck in, so far so good. I’m waiting and waiting for him to back in. He’s having monumental trouble backing his truck into the dock! (Well shit I say to myself!) We have one of our company trucks in one of our two docks, I offer to move our truck to give the little feller more room and he nods his head in agreement. (Important note, so far he hasn’t spoken a word.) I move our truck and I’m waiting and waiting! Finally I’m wondering where the hell that little feller is? So I open the dock door and he’s still having trouble. Finally he gets the 53 foot trailer lined up. I start unloading 3 pallets of material from his truck. He comes inside as I’m unloading the first pallet. He says something to me and I did not understand him, I just nod my head yes! (Another important note, I have a hearing loss, I don’t wear hearing aids because I work around loud machinery.) I pull the other 2 pallets off! Before I close the dock door I ask the little feller “Would you like me to put that pallet of empty skids back in front of your other pallets for you where they originally were.”? It’s at this time he looks directly at me and says something, but I could not understand a word he’s saying. (Man! I hate when this happens!) Those like me that have a hearing loss learn to read lips. Okay it’s about to get good and silly! Now that I am looking directly at the little feller I notice that he only has two front teeth and there not together! He has a thick accent and his mouth does not move properly for me to understand a thing he is saying, so my lip reading is no good. All I can see as he speaks is them damn two front teeth! I’m now having a major failure of communication with this very nice little old feller with two front teeth and a thick accent! I just want to get him out of here and get back to where I feel at ease with my crazy pals! But no! He starts jabbering and I say “I can’t understand you”! He repeats “@$%^&*^%$#$%^&*”. Still I can’t understand one word! He says one word slowly “c-a-l-e-n-d-a-r” I guess he wanted a calendar for 2012!  I’m thinking why the @#$k would he think I had a calendar! I decide to simplify things and I simply said “NO.”  He’s a little feller; he then goes up and tries to push those pallets that I offered to put back where they originally were. Since we are having MAJOR communication problems I didn’t understand what he said! All he had to do was nod his head yes, when I asked him, but no! He had to speak jibberish and all I seen was two front teeth! So being the nice guy I am, and it has only taken about five times the amount of time it should have, I open the door once again and raise the dock plate and get my pallet jack and make the little feller happy! Since we can’t talk, I may as well make him smile so I can witness his two proud front teeth! Finally the little feller whom I cannot communicate with and has two front teeth LEAVES!!! I run back to my, normal (?????) everyday  ones who I can communicate with to a certain extent! I get back up to Crazy Inc. employees after attempting communication with? An Alien!  He was little and looked weird, couldn’t speak a word of intelligible English except c-a-l-e-n-d-a-r!  You know what! After having some time to ponder on it! This little feller absolutely could not back in a truck! He’s too use to piloting a space ship! He could not speak a word of English except c-a-l-e-n-d-a-r! Those two front teeth were probably transmitting devices cleverly concealed. I bet this Alien little feller was simply joy riding in a semi-truck! Yep I bet in the sleeping section of the truck was a 300lb truck driver polluted on alien holiday cheer!  

NOW DON’T YOU BE THINKIN MR. GLEN VIEW IS PULLING YOUR LEG! THIS STORY IS TRUE. I WILL ADMIT TO LETTING MY IMAGINATION RUN WILD WITH THE LITTLE FELLER TRUCK DRIVER! I BELIEVE HE BE FROM THE DEEP NORTH, AS IN NORTH OF U. S. OF A. I THINK HE MIGHT BE A CANADIAN HILLBILLY WITH HIS TWO TEETH! HELL! I DON’T KNOW! THAT’S THE ONLY THING O’L GLEN CAN LIVE WITH!

I MOST CERTAINLY DO WORK IN A STRANGE PLACE IN THE MIDWEST WITH SOME STRANGE ONES! BEING AROUND THESE STRANGE ONES, HAVE MADE “ME NORMAL”! (Well I suppose I best leave that decision up to you!)  Thanks for tuning in! Y’all come back now YA HEAR!  

The Flame Chapter Three "Unbelievable

 Friday at Zona’s, Ruth walks in with Keith. Keith was convinced that Ruth knew everything about Nick professionally and personally. We have a drink and listen to Keith reminisce about his Navy days. He tells a joke with a sexual innuendo; Ruth slaps him on the shoulder and grins. Her demeanor is different, definitely a spark there for my old buddy. Ruth tells me that she is apprehensive about being here but Keith convinced her to show up.

Keith tells me “Start from the beginning please, leave nothing out. Even something trivial might have some importance.” I tell the story up to my last visit. Ruth’s eyes told me I have her complete attention. Keith shakes his head and says “Unbelievable”. Ruth looks at me in complete silence. I continue the story with my recent visit. The forms once again appearing and how the light encircled the locket. Ruth blurts out “ANGELINA CHRISTINE MCMILLAN”. Keith and I jump and laugh at the same time, at the force that the quiet “bookkeeper secret keeper said those three words.

Keith pats her hand and says “Feel better Ruthie?” All these years she has kept this secret. We do not speak for a few moments, alone with our thoughts. I repeat over and over Angelina Christie McMillan. Ruth laughs “Sorry I could not breathe”. All those years of keeping a secret and now the lid blows off. Undoubtedly we’ll hear some good secrets now. “Keith told me a few details and asked me to join him tonight. I wasn’t planning to say much. I would never betray my loyalty; however the way with which you told the story has won me over. There are beautiful yet mysterious forces guiding you. I cannot remain silent. The only thing I ask is that anything concerning Nick and Angel is done out of respect. I love Nick like a brother. I will join you here anytime, but enough for tonight. I have much to think about with your apartment visitations.”

What kind of unknown forces are working with me on this story, or am I working for them? That seems more likely. My overwhelming curiosity about the locked door was the beginning; finding the key was pure luck. I did not imagine the silhouettes forming out of dust nor did I dream them. I admit to having a lively imagination but I do know the difference between my imagination and reality. I discovered the locket. I did witness the light and positively read the note. In life we play the hand that we are dealt. I most assuredly want to play this hand.

Last Sunday at dinner mom teased me about looking happier and relaxed. Mom said “Bobbies got a girl, you can’t fool me”. Dad said “You smoking that wacky tobaccey? You got a goofy smile on your face.” We all have a laugh. Dad shrugs his shoulders and walks to the T.V. On my way out the door mom said “Bring the young lady to dinner next Sunday”. “WOW”, that would be newsworthy! Imagine the headlines, “DUST GHOSTS HAVE DINNER AT MOMMAS HOUSE”. Laughing to myself, the tabloids would love that.

Saturdays are my favorite day of the week. The excitement of the apartment gives me an adrenalin rush. I go to work early do my chores, then go straight for my “Magical Mystery Tour”. While retrieving the key I am sitting at Nick’s old desk thinking of his father and all the years he used the old antique and thinking, if only this desk could talk. “MOVE THE DESK” is heard as if someone whispered those three words. Without any hesitation I move the desk to one side; behold, there lies a trunk! The worn trunk carries postal markings from around the world. What have we here? Property of Ralph Sonnatello was on top. I sit down and close my eyes. Upon opening my eyes the trunk is still there. I can’t go through a dead man’s trunk, can I? “Yes and No” are fighting within my mind. I grab the key and leave the storage room. I’m now in the apartment and going through my routine. Relaxing, clearing my mind and becoming one with the apartment. I stare directly at the sunlight as millions and millions of dust particles appear. Two silhouettes begin showing clarity, fuller and slower in forming, a blue light even brighter than the sunlight flashes through the kitchen. It didn’t come from outside it came from inside and settles around the two forms holding hands looking at one another. They appear real, as if I could touch them. My hands are palms down on the table. A gentle static type charge penetrates my hands; warmth goes up my wrists to my arms and shoulders. A warm electrifying sensation runs the entire length of my body. My toes tingle, my whole body vibrates gently. I am one with the unknown, a power; a power of another world beyond mortal existence.  A bluish yellow ever changing spectrum of light sweeps through me to Angelina and dissipates. The human like forms slowly fade. The electrifying feeling of warmth leaves me. I feel like a ship hopelessly lost. While the warmth filled my body I was a ship at full mast. I now shudder from emptiness; back to my world searching for meaning. Every cell of my body answers this call. I’m to make right, the wrongs of time. I must rewrite time.

Before leaving my chair I look around the kitchen. The wallpaper and cabinets appear new, the whole Kitchen appears fresh, not aged. I have awoken mighty powerful and wonderful forces of which I’ll never understand and will do their bidding.

I immediately go back to the travel trunk. Inside is a case, scarred by life’s usage. Four clasps hold the case together after unfastening them, I find a mechanical typewriter. ROYAL is the brand as I carry it to Ralph’s desk. I relax in the chair thinking, this is where I will write the story using Ralph’s old mechanical typewriter, his old desk, one overhead light in the storeroom of a small town newspaper. A young man has been given the opportunity to write a once in a lifetime story. To whom do I give thanks; “The Dust Ghosts?  I do not have the proper words. I’ll just call it, Eyes of Time” with help from “The Energizers”. I am laughing at myself, “Wow”. I place the typewriter back in the trunk and cover the desk back up. I decide to keep the key to the apartment with me, my good luck charm.

It’s Sunday and I take mom some flowers and dad some cigars. And give them both hugs. Mom returns my affection, dad takes his cigars and says thanks but inside he is probably thinking “Weed”. Dinner was delicious and mom always cherishes the bonding. To her I will always be her little Bobbie. The only thing that would make her happier would be a grandbaby Bobbie.

 Work is fulfilling, no rushing enjoying every moment. Friday rolls around, time for Zona’s, Ruth is wearing a new dress, no a new hairdo; something is different. Keith has a dress shirt on, his first words, “I should have worn my sunglasses. Your shine is blinding me, I’ll have whatever you are having and hope it does the same to me”, a good laugh to start the evening. Keith is grinning, “Appears like you had a good weekend. Now tell us about the old girl”. I take about thirty minutes to explain every little detail. Ruth’s eyes are larger than last week. She looks like she is in a trance, hell we all are! She is hanging on every syllable with tears in her eyes. Keith was so intent an earthquake would not change his stare at me. After my extremely detailed report I could not utter another word. They were so mentally dazed they could not comment. All of us are speechless so we just sat alone looking into our drinks regaining our composure. We finish our drink and order another before anyone decides to speak. Keith for once was at a loss of words.

Ruth begins “It was 1955, Nick was acting boyish, happier. Not that he was unhappy, he is acting differently. Laughing easier, his appreciation and zest was noticeable. Nothing around me goes unobserved; after all I am his secretary. He was receiving correspondence from Angelina McMillan. He asked me one day to please keep anything concerning her confidential, he thanked me knowing I would. Before long they were spending time in the apartment. Nick felt that he needed to explain so one night he told me how he met Angelina. She was in his Journalism Class at the University. One day she formally introduced herself. While they shook hands he looked deep into her eyes and something unexplainable happened at that instant. Feelings never felt before; his body was warm from within. Nick could still see her and smell her while walking to his car. He felt as though he had just stared into the eyes of an “ANGEL”. Nick couldn’t get her out of his mind. One day Nick stops her after class is over, coincidentally she was the last one out. He told her that he was about to have lunch, would she care to join him. They had their first date at the college cafeteria. In the beginning it was simply talking over lunch at the cafeteria. As the lunches lengthen, Nick found out that she grew up on a farm, has one younger brother and an older sister. Her father met her mother while he was in the service. Her father was an officer serving in the Philippines. After his tour he ask her to marry him, they move back to the Midwest and become farmers and raised three children. Angelina’s wish is to be a school teacher. It was her interest in journalism that led to her meeting Nick. Her dream was to teach in different cities in the U.S. and possibly the world. She wants to experience life beyond the Midwest.  Admittedly a bit of a tomboy, always wanting to be with and helping her father. She felt closer to him than her mother because it was easier to talk to him, but loved them both equally. She especially loved hearing him talk of seeing other countries. She could tell her dad anything that came into her mind and he would listen intently, never judgmental. Momma wanted her to be more like her sister Abigail. However Angelina was a free spirit and that was fine with her father. When her father talked about the countries that he had visited, she wanted to see them. Daddy would tell her it is our imagination that makes us an individual. Without that we’re unfulfilled souls merely existing. He lived his dreams; two tours of duty in the Navy, satisfied his wanderlust. He says “I was lucky enough to find your mother and have three beautiful children. Now I am content to make a living on the farm. What if I never lived my dream? You would not be sitting beside me would you?” Angel has a lively imagination; her father adored that in her. He always told her, good grades, good college, good imagination. Live life to its fullest and sit in a rocking chair in your later years after finishing life content. She worshiped her father.

 Nick thought excessively about Angelina and how the spark kept growing. He could not allow it to become a fire, what was he thinking, it’s just a crush on a student. Why now he pondered. He was married to Julie, his high school sweetheart, friend since grade school. He had never thought of life without her. She has been involved with him ever since she gave him his first kiss and his first valentine. He would not degrade her in any way. Ruth said, “What I have told you came straight from Nick, certainly not all at once, he talked to me countless times over the five year period. I had a crush on him myself for a period of time. He never suspected, so it basically went from a silly crush to a loyal private secretary. My emphasis must be placed on private because what he told me is out of trust and loyalty. You see it works both ways. The next best trait after love is trust. To have someone who trusts and confides in you enough to let you in on their inner most secrets. Not once did I see Nick as using me. Having many years to think back, I helped Nick achieve the five happiest years of his life. My reward was that of being treated like family, a sister. I leave here tonight with that trust in you two. Thanks for that truly inspirational story you told me Bob and I’ll do whatever I can to help you in the future.” Ruth took my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I had her loyalty and she had mine. The kiss on the cheek sealed that. Keith with his usual humor, “I guess I am just along to be the driver; taxi Ruthie?” I think  Ruthie has other things in mind for Keith. My intuition tells me Sunday dinner at Ruth’s; well dessert is on the way.

I feel like I have been stung by a whole bees nest, my heart and mind is so swollen. Can someone die from too much excitement or from receiving too many presents? Seems I am suffocating. Everything concerning this story is happening so fast once I opened the door. The strange and unusual occurrences are really “out of this world”. I’ll see how loyal, “Ralphs old Royal” can be. Tomorrow I’ll start typing “THE FLAME” a story of love, time, mystery, bright lights, and dust ghosts.

It is Saturday to work I go “HI-HO. HI-HO”, (sorry but as you can tell I am excited). I take peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a thermos of coffee, my favorite snack and caffeine to keep my mind alert, in anticipation of a wonderful day of writing. I carefully unpack the royal typewriter. There is an abundance of ribbons and paper in the trunk. I arrange the desk to get the best light. I close my eyes and breathe deeply. I type “THE FLAME” by Robert S. Garrity. Guess what? Nothing, my mind is blank. Leaning back in the chair and relax as I attempt to recapture the warmth of the light and the tingling sensations that I felt at my last encounter in the apartment. Nothing, shuttering coldness passes through me, my forehead is sweating. How can my mind be blank? This is how I make a living, why I went to college, what I have trained for my whole life, this is my passion. LOYAL ROYAL help me, I’m pushing too hard, I’ll go upstairs and visit the old girl. After going through the rituals I’m now seated in my kitchen chair. I replay every apartment visit in my mind. I am at ease and see the dust come together. Nick and Angel appear but without the clarity, I feel no warmth, they appear but I’m disappointment. What was I expecting, how do I top last week. I leave with the feeling of dejection. What if I can’t write this story, I need to regroup and talk to Keith. I phone him and he agrees to meet me. He answers “How about our favorite place, I sense problems.” I pull into a parking spot directly in front of Zona’s, Keith is outside the door waiting for me. He pats me on the back and we walk in. Zona spots us and comes over and Keith gives her one of his usual hugs. Zona looks at me and says “Honey you look as though you could use a hug.  Keith says “That’s why we are here and a good hug from you and your abundance should start Bobs evening off much better”. Zona smacks Keith playfully and gives me an extremely good hug and I must say he was right as usual, she did have abundance. Typical Keith making light of the situation and the hug made me feel better, somewhat embarrassed, but better in an unexpected way.

We take a seat, Keith and I have the whole bar to ourselves. I have never seen a bar so quiet, it seems fitting today though. Imagine a bar where you can talk with a normal voice, most unusual, and a typewriter with someone sitting at it with quiet keys, especially if you majored in journalism, rather eerie scenes. I explain the events of the day and Keith is laughing.  “That would be terrible, quite possibly the best story of your life or at least the most unusual story you will encounter. When you consider you are part of the story that would be devastating. This may take some time. I hope you have plenty of cash. We have some serious drinking to do and a fundamental writing course to teach courtesy of Professor Keith. Did I ever tell you about the lady that owns this place?  Zona and I go back to grade school”, he motions to Zona and she comes over and sits down beside him. “What can I get you big guy” she asks. “Bob and I are going to be here for a spell, why don’t you surprise us with something for our bellies, and here is five dollars for the Wurlitzer, play your favorites, if you like them, I’ll love them”. “Sure thing”, she says. “The Professor can’t concentrate; it sounds like a funeral home in here. I should be part owner if you consider the money that I have spent here. Zona has been married so many times, I have lost count. She has always had that full figure Marilyn Monroe type body. Rotten luck for her, only one thing in mind for the type of men she attracts. Been friends all our life, almost married her myself. She was in between marriages and we were drinking, crying on the other ones shoulder. She came right out and asked, why don’t you marry me Keith? We are good friends and enjoy the others company. I actually thought about it for a spell, she was dead serious but I didn’t want to ruin a good friendship”.

Zona brought us steaks with some side dishes. “Let’s eat and enjoy the music” smiles Keith. There is never a dull minute around Keith. He asks me “When was the last time you was laid?”

“Excuse me”, was my response.

“You heard me, a young man like you needs to release pressure regularly or you can’t think straight. Do you have a girlfriend to release steam, yes or no?”

“I don’t see what that has to do with my current situation, but right now no.”

“Just as I suspected”, emphasized Keith. “When you are young, and remember I was young once upon a time, women were my number one priority. Is it the same way with you?”

“I have had my share of relationships, although I ‘m not currently involved”.

“Well then that may be your problem. For several weeks now you have thought of nothing but the apartment. But you try to write about it and you are blank. Zona knows some girls that will make you forget your name. Maybe a rooty-toot-tooting good time will straighten you out”.

“Keith, you are a piece of work. You are the one that inspired the title “The Flame” from your teary eyed description about love. I’m not an animal. I need passion, not a paid pleasure doll”.

“Okay we can check regulator valve off the list.” Keith is laughing. We go to plan B. Let’s take a walk and work some of that meal off.”

After a lengthy stroll down Main Street we’re back at Zonas. We are about to sit down at a booth when we hear Zona’s loud voice using unlady like profanities. She yells “Keith!” Two men were wrestling, knocking over tables and chairs. Keith, rather quickly, puts both men in a headlock and shoves them out the backdoor. He was laughing the whole time. Zona hands him a six-pack, “Give this to them and tell them to keep it outside”, she says to Keith. She looks at me and Keith and tells us to go to her office; more privacy. “Don’t worry them two boys are cousins, big wrestling fans, they mean no harm.”

Well I am here to tell you, there was so much action going on so fast, I thought, Zona was filming an action movie and big Keith was the hero. Had I not been right beside my big armed Buddy and so close to the action I probably would have missed it. I look at Keith and ask him, “Do you perform here every night?”  “Only Saturdays” was his answer. This is a side of Keith I never saw before. I don’t think he builds those big biceps and forearms from drinking beer. We are settled in at a nice table with padded chairs in Zona’s office, I doubt these chairs are for the wrestlers outside. These are reserved for “Popeye” here. “Well I certainly don’t see that every day”, I said while laughing at Keith.

“Sometimes I come in handy. This is what I think the deal is, when you finally sat down intending to write the story, you thought Ralphs old magical typewriter was going to write the story for you. While you lean back and let the mysterious vibrations give you a massage. I will give you the first sentence and from there you simply tell the story as you described it to me. Leave nothing out remember all the details, your exact thoughts at that particular second, and all the unusual encounters. Do you understand me, you are the story; every cell in your body oozes the story. The passion you possess when describing the events of the apartment and your innermost thoughts are the story. You simply must write the story the way you lived the story. Your first sentence is, “THE LOCK CLICKS ON THE FORBIDDEN DOOR”

“The night is still young let’s go”, Keith said rather demanding. “Where”, I ask. “Just follow me”. Ten minutes later we are at the storage room and I am sitting at the old roll top desk. Keith with a calm tone to his voice says, “Go back to that exact second you put the key in the lock, now freeze. Feel the excitement as your adrenalin is pumping. Now type the first sentence exactly as it happened. All of your senses are crying out to you son. You are the story, just tell it the way you told me, only type it.

The Royal typewriter began moving with swift non- stop precision until chapter one was complete. I look around for Keith, he was snoring curled up on the floor beside Ralph’s trunk. I was so immersed in thought and typing with so much enthusiasm, that he simply lay down and went to sleep. WHAT A FRIEND.

On my drive home, I had a good laugh at Keith’s expense. He looked like “POPEYE”, the cartoon character, his two big arms with each man in a head lock as he threw them out the door. He was once a sailor man. He got me through my writers block, teaching me writing 101 his way.

END CHAPTER THREE

By Robert S. Garrity    

Humor!!!

Hello boys and girls! This be the zany Captain of the good ship Glen View, speaking to you. What be my name! Captain Glen of course! I have had many names in my life! You may call me anything you like as long as it's done with humor! Humor is what my ship is all about! Yes sir! Humor fills the sails of my ship. Without laughter what are we? Wow! I don't know! I'll have to ponder my own question, perhaps you can ponder along with me as I write some of my humor!

What makes us laugh? I never tire of simple silly movies like I watched as a child. An example is "The Keystone Cops." If my memory serves me correctly, it was a silent movie. I assure you I wasn't silent!

 I was in the hospital about a year ago and watched 10 hours of The Little Rascals, also silent, from 1925 to 1929. Everyone including the Doctors glanced at the T. V.  and laughed with me. All asked me "what are you watching?" None of them have ever seen these silent, original "Little Rascals!" I'm actually not sure why but these simple, goofy, misadventures of children were delightfully funny. I grew up watching the later version. These of course were the talking ones, but I did not find them as funny as the silent ones. The silent ones relied more on overall facial expressions and over acting! The Keystone cops did the same!

 I like Laurel and Hardy, Abbott and Costello. "Who's on first, What's on second" is a masterpiece of Abbott and Costello's humor. There are many others such as The Three Stooges that I still enjoy. Nothing I watch today can tickle my humor bone, I mean funny bone like these old classics! Is that what classic means? Unique! Seems to me this kind of humor can't be recreated!

Do we need a laugh track to tells us when somethings funny? Give me a !@#$ing break! I know what I like! I'm all grown up, and then some, and more, but I still enjoy the basic same things. I still love coca-cola on a hot summer's day, or a chocolate milkshake, which was a rare treat as a child! The foods I enjoy are the simple foods I enjoyed as a child. You know all the bad stuff macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes, grandma's dumplings!

Riding my bicycle and feeling as though every neighborhood was my neighborhood. Never afraid nor did my parents have to worry! Today I would fall off a bicycle! That I have, no doubt! Balence ain't what it once was! Once, I could ride all day! Today, I would have a heart attack! Once, I never had to worry about a driver talking on a cellphone! Today, I would be a statistic of that I have no doubt!

Sorry, per usual for me I got sidetracked!

I always liked The Andy Griffith Show, but in a different kind of way! Never understood Milton Berle! Where as Red Skeleton was king! George Carlin was one of a kind, fantastic!

Without laughter what are we? I would be the darkness that overtakes me sometimes! Darkness with no rewards, unlike nighttime, to rejuvenate! 

A world without humor is a world I wish to be no part of! I envision this world would be like watching the local newscast, followed by world news! Can you imagine a news channel with 24 hours a day news from around the globe giving you up to the minute news that is always BAD! Oh my! We have that don't we! How in the hell did that format ever become popular? Beats me! What crazy !@#$ed up sponsors would advertise on such a depressing channel?

Without humor I would die, of that I have no doubt! We must have humor to survive the everyday atrocities! My advise to y'all out there, is turn that darn devil's tool off! Cast it out, begone you DEV-IL!
HOLD YOUR CHILD, TAKE A WALK AS A FAMILY! TAKE A LEISURELY RIDE INTO THE COUNTRYSIDE, SMELL THE TALL GREEN CORN IN SUMMER! MAKE A FRESH PITCHER OF HOMEMADE LEMONADE, NOT A FEW BOTTLES OF LEMONADE IN A BOTTLE! MAKE MAC & CHEESE & FRESH LEMONADE, LEAVE ALL FIVE "DEV-IL PHONES" INSIDE GO OUTSIDE AND HAVE A PICNIC THE OLD FASHION WAY! FAMILY COMMUNICATING, LAUGHING, LOVING! I'M HERE TO TELL Y'ALL...IT DON'T GET NO BETTER THAN THAT!!! Thanks for stopping by! Glen

The Rambler

Once upon a time there was a automobile manufactured in the U. S. of A. called the Rambler made by American Motors. (I see my pals out there shaking your heads. You're thinkin poor old man has lost it!) If my 120 year old brain inside my body that feels 80 is correct! Its 3AM so I'll let you be the judge! Also this Manufacturer (I like saying that word the end part sounds like a dog a growlin don't it! Urrr errr urrr errr!)  Can't you see or hear that! What am I gonna do with you people? Imagination R Us! Right! Or you would not be visiting Glen View. I have at least three readers out there, of which I know two personally and there is one living on a peninsula. I think that means ink pen in one of them African countries called Sula! No! I ask my Yorkshire Terrier from Yorkshire England, he said, and I quote "rrright"!  Shish I can't remember all the countries out there! I got a hit from Moldova the other day. By the way Moldova "how ya doing over there snuggled alongside Russia?"

I think I'm a descendent of this automobile the Rambler. Americam Motors also made such classics as the Hornet, America's favorite, the Gremlin. These classics go the way of the Yugo! I absolutely love that name! A really cute name for an automobile. Don't you get it! You + go = Yugo. Most unfortunate the automobile did not live up to its cute name! Oopsey! My dog just informed me that was not how the Yugo got its name! Well how else would it get the name Yugo? The only other thing I can can think of is, something that has been said to me with anger to me is, "YOU GO to hell!" I believe my intelligent Yorkshire Terrier no matter where his roots are from, is wrong!

I been playing with y'all long enough! My tired old American Mind! (Yep I meant to say that!) Is going the way of them old classics! Damn near forgotten, and I do "ramble" when I write! Actually I ramble every fricking moment while awake! Too much penicillin as a child I reckon!

Speaking of penicillin! Mom would take us kids to a former Army Dr. No matter what was wrong with you, you received a shot of penicillin and some carry out penicillin pills to go. I had a lot of colds and ear aches. Back then you simply show up at the Dr.'s office wait your turn for the pen in your arm while you're chilling. Oh shit! OH! OH! OH! Do you see what I see? I bet you don't! Pen + in, as in needle + being cold, as in shaking/chillin! Pen-in-chillin! WOW-ZA!

You understand now why I call myself The Rambler! Because I ramble! Damn it! I don't like it! It just happens. I don't think its a hereditary trait because I ask my Mother what she thought about once and to please tell me about her childhood, her answer was ""nothing!"" She said she can't remember ""NOTHING!"" I ABSOLUTELY MUST REPEAT THAT ONCE MORE """"NOTHING!"""" Hey I don't lie about anything concerning me Mum! I ask her once more last summer after she came home from the hospital to be sure they have not done brain surgey! Answer "nothing!" I just want to be sure that was perfectly clear?

My Dad! What can I say about my Dad? Hillbilly with minimal schoolin. What pretty much sums him up! A poor uneducated Hillbilly! Damn! I feel sorry for my Daddio! Life was against him from the time he was born!

Oh my Goodness! I just figured out why I be me! I have the bestus Mommy in the world, but she doesn't think about NOTHING! Have mercy! Lord have mercy! The last human being on earth that has not ben brainwashed! God I'm so proud of her! I just summed up my Dad.

I'm cured I'm free for the first time in my life I understand why I'm me! I was born free! Don't you see! A Mommy who thinks nothing! A Dad who's a poor uneducated Hillbilly! Oh my! In the modern era they would not call him a Hillbilly!

He would be labeled CHALLENGED,  big time in today's world of labeling! Hillbilly = challenged! Poor = challenged! Uneducated = ding, ding, ring him up! my Daddio would be the CHALLENGE KING!

Mercy sakes alive! That be my ancestrial roots as in my father's mother talking. That would be something she would say! There ain't no wonder old Glen is the way he is! 

I be poorly designed, uneducated, no thinkin and challenged big time! I could of been or am representative of the poster boy for American Motors!

I know understand my destiny I was supposed to be a Politician! Ding! ding! ding! ding! (hahaha!)

I'M SATISFIED TO BE ELECTED THE RAMBLING KING OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! I NOW WISH TO SET MY SIGHTS ON THE RAMBLING KING OF THE PLANET!!! Good night my pals! Glen

Missfits talk once again! Yippee!

Oh my! What was I thinkin yesterday! Giving all that info on myself. Ye might think me crazy! My life is ruined, I'll not be able to look at y'all ever again! [frowning]

"Oh shut the @#$k up, you peckerhead!" Blurts out Joe Pesky.

(I've not unchained the voices in my head for a while. Joe is a resident upstairs! No not really but I have an overactive imagination and wish to help you with yours, so play along with me boys and girls.)

Okay! Okay! Okay! You big old nincapoop! These people out there in Fogdom, Blogdom, outernet, internet, whatever the @#$k its called, have never seen your face! Damn dumass! What would an oxymoron oxpecker do, without us Sybil Brain replacement synapses residing in your head? You actually believe you're doing the creativity! Dr. Phil Fraud was turned away by all spirit realms, parallel universes, planets in our galaxys. He has alienated himself from any living or energy beings. (Little haha here, thank you!) It all began with his ancestors many generations go. Shit! Shit! Shit! I can't think all cramped up, up here in your mind! His first name starts with an S, I think! Damn! What did you have for lunch? Tacos again you know those refried beans give you gas! Not only does it pollute the air around you, it makes some of us that live in your penthouse woozy! If I could think without being gassed, I could recall his name. Something like Simon Fraud. Dr. Fraud only thinks about sex! Sex this and sex that with BIG ASS @#$%ing words, I don't understand! A shrink residing in your head haha, that's funny, don't you think! Sorry! But we misfits do all your brain work, so I guess an oxpecker such as you!

(I must interrupt Joe Pesky for an important note*** I was looking up a word the old fashion way and saw a funny word oxpecker! I know! Hilarious ain't it! Needless to say, take the word ox as in oxen and add the slang for--- you know! However; after a laugh I read the actual definition and it ain't nearly as funny! Its African starlings that feed on parasite ticks found on the hides of large mammals, as cattle.)

SORRY NOW BACK TO JOE PESKY! You feed off  all of your inner parasites! We do your thinking for you! You lame ass, crater head Dr. of Dumassology! It's certainly good for you that no other sucker would accept us missfits thus allowing we spirits a home! Oh crap! Figuratively speaking of course! That burrito and super duper 64 ounce mountain dew with all that caffeine has made me hallucinate! Please forgive me! No matter how much gas you put out and allow to come up here, please accept my apology! To wander aimlessly into time and space was horrifying to all of us in your lovely penthouse! My dear Professor of Gassology! I mean, Professor of Dumassology! I mean, Mr. Glen View, Sir!"

I'VE NOT VISITED THE INNER WORKINGS OF WHAT I LOVINGLY CALL, THE MISSFITS IN MY HEAD! HOPE YOU ENJOYED ANOTHER SIDE OF GLEN. Godnight my friends!

The Journey

The journey I have undertaken! I best explain, to anyone who visit my campsite a wee bit late on my side excursion with writing. This painfully slow attempt at creativity come at a time when I longed for a new hobby. One to challenge my mind, after much soul searching! I have searched as long as I can remember for my identity! I suppose that's been the worst part of life! Seems, so simple to say it. Believe me when I tell you "it ain't been so!" Crude and painfully chosen words! I have a good laugh at seeing them! There's much truth when I tell you my friends! I consider you blog pals O mine. Why? Seems, so much more, calling you pals! A little used word today but is special to me! Representative of  a humbler, simpler, slower era! I'm grateful to have been a part off! For I am the words I use! I write the words I use from within my soul! I wish for you to feel that part of me! I struggle with proper English. The proper sentence structure, tenses and so on and so forth. The enjoyment was almost lost while I was learning the keyboard. Man! it was tough! I did not grow up in the computer era and naturally thought my life would be in a factory. Therefore I never took typing in high school in the sixties. I could not be creative, watching the keyboard, the monitor, the mistakes drove me batty! I would write the story long hand, then type it, I was pathetic! I did not feel like I was making any progress until I was able to sit down at my computer and create a story spontaneously. I would get tense, trying to figure out the proper tenses! (That deserves a little smile, come on work with me here!) Then one day it happened! The mo-jo took over my body and I wrote about 500 words as if someone else typed through me! Halleujah! Big time! Is the only way I can describe it!!! WOW! I was hooked!

I receive advise from several pals O mine to study creative writing. I loathed school from the 8th grade on! Am computer illiterate, hard of hearing and stubborn. Oh yeah! Being stubborn is one of my biggest gift and worst nightmare! A good pal O mine who set up this blog for me advises "you have to know the rules, in order to break the rules!" That struck me, belly laugh funny I said "I know I've already broken all the rules so why learn them!" I'm stubborn because I found all the properness in school boring and apparently slept through it!  Always have been stubborn, life forces me too! It comes from my upbringing and from being hard of hearing, you see! Being stubborn is why I'm still around, of that I have no doubt! If that makes any sense!

I don't mean to harp on the hearing defect, (Nerve damage, hell my whole body is damaged!) but I don't look at it as a handicap, never have! I cannot pronounce, nor write what I cannot hear! Its as simple as that, believe me! I'll explain a tad further! I've been made fun of all my life at the improper pronunciation of some words! Been corrected and explained to as improper by teachers, family and friends. No matter how well meant, its like driving a stake in my heart! Doesn't seem like much, to those of you with normal hearing and proper enunciation, I certainly understand that and always wished it to be so!.

I've forced myself to go with the flow, to a certain extent. I sometimes have a good laugh as I repeat what people tell me. Between lip reading and quick thinking I can put together the overall context of what they're saying. A learned behavior, but when it backfires on me, a laugh at my expense is rather hard to swallow! I find myself reducing my conversations with people and has created some backward ways as I age.

I know I ramble, that's how my mind works! (Terribly frightening ain't it!) I'm simply being me as I do this! Also some of my silly post, when I'mma in a silly ass mood, I attempt to write what my mind is actually communicating to me, as I find them quite funny. So you must understand I can laugh at myself and bring that piece of me into my posts! That's the uniqueness of being "what I am" that I want to come across! I hope I have explained that adequately!

When I wish to turn er loose, I have more fun than what an old gray haired fart should! I love it and it reduces stress. Mr. Glen doesn't want anymore stress! Nope, nada, huh ah!

I love writing short stories, I love writing silly, I love writing humor, I love writing heartfelt post like Spirituality. Why can't I do them all? I wish to simply be ME! It's not my intentions to be like anyone else, because we're uniquely an individual in our way!

AS MY JOURNEY CONTINUES YOU NEVER KNOW WHERE I'LL GO! DAMN THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT SO DAMN EXCITING! HOPE YOU ENJOY MY POSTS AS I CONTINUE THE JOURNEY. ONE THING I PROMISE I WON'T BE BORING!

I LEAVE YOU FROM A QUOTE FROM AVOPS ONE OF MY PALS! (By the way Avops, hope you're still out there and I'm still making you smile my friend!) "YOU WRITE SOME OF THE SILLIEST POSTS I HAVE EVER READ. THEN YOU WRITE A POST LIKE (INNER VOICES AND ELIJAH) ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T HAVE SOME OF THOSE INNER VOICES GOING ON!" (This may not be exact but real close.)    MY ANSWER IS YES! THAT'S WHY I'VE GROWN FOND OF WRITING! FUN MY ASS, I LOOVE IT! ALL I CAN SAY IS THANKS TIMSTER OLD MAN AND ALL MY PALS! SHUCKY DERN YOU AIN'T SEEN NOTHING YET!
I'm feeling a mite silly so I'm going to leave you with a favorite quote fom the movie Die Hard. "Yippee yi-ya !@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!!!" Y'ALL COME BACK NOW Y'HERE!!!  Glen