Archive for January, 2012

January 25, 2012

General Muckery…


General Muckery….

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January 25, 2012

Burning Sunsets


Burning Sunsets.

January 24, 2012

A Beautiful Evening


A Beautiful Evening.

January 24, 2012

Gratitude


Gratitude.

January 23, 2012

Pink Clouds


Pink Clouds.

January 23, 2012

Pink Clouds


Pink Clouds.

January 22, 2012

Old Hippies


‘Old Hippies never Die…they just Smell that Way’.

I am an Old Hippy or should I say, I am old enough to remember growing up in the Early and Mid 60’s. My Teenage years and High School years were right in the Heart of that Generation. I lived close enough to New York City and Greenwich Village, I could hop on a Train and be there in an Hour. Two Hours in the Opposite Direction was Newport, RI. and the FOLK Festival and Jazz Fest. We had everything…On and Off during this time period Fairfield County, Ct. had the Highest Per_capita_income in the United States.

We were young and we were going to Change the World. We had Kennedy and “Ask Not What your Country can do for you, But what you can do for your Country”. So much Idealism, then things Started to Change that we had No Control over. If I had to put my finger on the Time Line of Life, I would have to say it was when Kennedy died. That is about when some of us realized that Reality Sucked. It was a Real World out There. We lived in the Cold War and Vietnam…the Draft. The Majority of us wanted to go to Collage and make something out of our Lives. Others just wanted to Stay as Hippies, Just PEACE and LOVE. And there were PROTESTS over Everything ‘the WAR, the DRAFT…it seemed like everyone was protesting something or other. But some of us knew that to get ahead in this World we had to Work, we did not have time to protest. Had to Become part of the Establishment…put away our Goat Skin Wine Bags and Water Pipes…and CUT our Hair.

Get a Job and Wear a Shirt and Tie….Continue to go to School at Night. Some of us were Drafted and Some of us Enlisted.

What I am trying to get to NOW…is that some of the Original ‘Old Hippies’ are Dying off. We are Grand Parents and some even Great Grand Parents (me) and some are still Hippies. Or Act like Hippies, reliving our Lost Youth. Railing against the Establishment when your Teeth may fall out…is not a good Idea.

I myself don’t think it is Worth the Energy, I have Passed on the Torch to the Younger Generation. I don’t need to Raise my Blood Pressure any more than it is.

So to the Survivors of my Generation, Sit back and Enjoy and to the Old Hippy Protesters…“THE WORLD HAS MOVED ON”.

January 20, 2012

Serious


I try too be Serious, but at times my Alter Ego slips through. The other day I was at the VA Hosp. to pick up a Personal Blood Pressure Unit. And as I was walking down the corridor. Something caught my eye…now I know the VA very well, I worked there for two years. So things that are different kind of Jump Out. Any way I’m walking along and I just passed the corridor to the Left that goes to the North End of the Complex Buildings. I hit the Breaks and backed up and looked at the lower part of the opposite wall.

Now I know, that they get some of the Patients and Resident, from the Nursing Home out walking after hours. (Hall Walkers)

 

But can someone, Please Explain to me. WHY the direction signs are down at Floor Level.

January 13, 2012

She is Called Five Horses


Five Horses Is Her Name
This is mythical and deep.

Truly beautiful… 

A man asked an American Indian what was his wife’s name.
He replied, “She is called Five Horses”.


The man said, “That’s an unusual name for your wife.
What does it mean?”


The Old Indian answered,
“It old Indian Name. It mean…

NAG, NAG, NAG, NAG, NAG!

January 7, 2012

Dreams


A ‘Old Man n his Remember Dreams’. Oh, GOD save us from them…back in the Good Old Days. Someone asked me the other day about what I meant when I signed an old year book from High School.(1965)

About the Whale…

This my Friends Is the “White(pale)Whale.  A ‘1957 Chrysler Windsor’ nicknamed the “White Whale” when I Raced it at “Dover Drag Strip”

Mine did not have the Chrome on the Sides and it was more of a Cream Color.

It was a Beast.

My Father had bought the car for my Mother, but she did not like it. Said it had to much POWER…It did, if you punched it Down the Front End of the Chassis would Lift-Up. It sucked up Gas, I was always putting Gas into it. It had a Standard 350 Engine(till we put the Hemi in) and the New ”TorqueFlite” transmission. Once it over came Inertia and Gravity…look Out.

As a Street Racer it was not that Great but up on the Hi-way when it got rolling. Even running the back roads of Fairfield County (GHGPA) Greenfield Hills Grand-Pre Associations. Running the back roads at night with only your parking lights on.

But it was more of a Party Machine….At that time I was almost 6′ or 5’11”, I could lay down in the back sea, stretched out and not touch the in-side of the Car. You could fill the Trunk with a Lot of Beer. Carry a Ton of Tool Box’s and Tier’s or three or four people going into the Drive-In Movies.

Ahhh…the Dreams n Memories