Scoring Points With The Babes On Spring Break

Which babes did you think I was talking about?

I mean really, get your mind out of the gutter (you’re blocking my view).

Took my granddaughters to Chuck E Cheese today. Scored some major papa points.



Not That I’m Counting Or Anything

But on 25 May 2021, I will turn the magic age of 62 1/2 years old. Provided ol’ 45 doesn’t change the retirement age, on Friday 28 May 2021 I am retiring (told the boss I’d finish out the week just to be nice). I’ve already done my 20 years in the Army, and quite frankly, I’m done. Stick a fork in me.

The current countdown (give or take a few seconds since I took the snip)..


But like I said, I’m not counting down or anything.


P.S. Yes I know it’s a long way off, but these “Stupid End Users” I deal with day in and day out required me to put the countdown on my PC so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

P.P.S. I’m always worried when I click the spell check button on the WP editor and it says “No writing errors found”. I think it’s just fucking with my mind…

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The Year Was 1977

Yes, that was a lifetime ago. I’ll bet some of you reading this were not alive. There may even a possibility that your parents weren’t around then.

My best friend from my junior year of high school, even until now, is Maurice (I’ll leave the last names out to protect the guilty). Maurice and I, or Mo as he goes by now (which is funny since I have a niece named Melissa that also goes by Mo – guess it’s a unisex thing), used to sit and dream big dreams. And we were very seldom under the influence of anything other than, to quote Zonker Harris of “Doonesbury”, “Just getting high on life and America”.  Oh, you probably don’t know anything of “Doonesbury”, here’s a quick tutorial.

One of our dreams was to open a gym in Austin Texas. Mo was very much into bodybuilding, me not so much. When I left for basic training, October of 1976, I stood 5′ 10″ tall and weighed 119 lbs provided I had eaten a large meal beforehand. Mo, on the other hand, stood about 6′ 2″, and had to weigh about 225, maybe 250. And it was all solid muscle. My niece’s little girlfriends (we’re talking 8th graders here, and we are both around 20), loved it when Mo came to the house to visit. Much fawning and adoration went his way.

But to get back to the story. We made up a corporation “The Body Shop” that would be the parent company of all our other businesses. He would have his gym, and I would have my music recording studio and publishing company. Of course, none of this ever happened, nor did we really expect it too. It was just a way to waste time during the day before going out to drink.

Our only other pastime was “The Great Search For The Blue Nehi”. But that’ll be another post. (And Frodo has nothing on our search).

This weekend, instead of going to the St. Augustine Celtic Music Festival like we had planned, instead Wifey® and I cleaned out the closet of what used to my home office. It’s now the bedroom our granddaughter-the-younger. She is 6 years old, so I guess it’s about time we cleaned it out so she has a place to hang her dresses. Of course, my Awia quadrophonic reel-to-reel tape deck, my dual cassette dubbing deck, my turntable and my 4 channel mixing board are still in the closet, simply because I have no other place to put them. I still need to find a place for all my old music books.

I’m sure you’re asking “just where is this story going”? Well, this something I found while cleaning out the closest, buried in the middle of my music books as well.


I know this very hard to read.. transcription to follow

Some notes: Mo has always liked to try out different names. In this note, he uses “Hezikiah”. He once tried to set up a “New Persona” using the name Merlyn Cully Cross, which he found in a book and was rather taken with. I think he only managed to get a library card with that name. I have had the nickname “Skeeter” for as long as I can remember. Also, there should be a “G Clef” (for you music people between the “Skeet” and “Music”, but apparently this WordPress editor doesn’t have that).

The transcription;

Recorded by “The Foolish Brothers Band” on the “Would You Believe This?” album: “Late For My Own Funeral”.

(c) 1977 SkeetMusic, rights for the world administered by S&H Music, Austin, Tx.

(P) 1977 S&H Music, a division of The Body Shop, Inc., Austin, Tx.

Note: Although this has been copyrighted in July of 1977 and recorded in August of 1977, as of August of 1979 it has not been released due to the fact that “The Foolish Brothers Band” cannot get a major recording company to finance their “Would You Believe This?” label.

The Foolish Brothers Band is (are);

Skeeter: Lead Vocals; Lead & Rhythm Electric Guitars; Acoustic 6 & 12 string guitars; Acoustic guitar body; Various & sundry things lying around the room that make noise; foul words.

Hezikiah: Background Vocals; Lead & Rhythm electic guitars; Acoustic 6 & 2 string guitars; Acoustic guitar body; Anything else lying about the room that makes noises; Dirty language

R.M; D.M; P.B; M.W; K.W; T.W; A.S; L.S; (“The Get Outtahere Choir”); funny little noises in the background

So there you have. A little piece of nostalgia from my misspent youth.  Hope you enjoyed this. I know finding this little scrap of paper gave me great joy, and hopefully, you got a kick out of it too.

And Mo, we definitely need to get together again real soon. Love ya man!


International Women’s Day

Today we honor women internationally? Why do we only have one day for this? I feel we should honor everybody every day, not just one day a year. But since I’m not the King, I’ll go with the flow. So in no particular order (other than my own faulty memory)…

First, of course, has to be Wifey®. Why she is still with me after all these years is a mystery. Every day when I turn the corner and see our house I look to see if her car is there (she works much closer to home than I do and get there before me). I fully expect it not to be there one day. Mainly because I’m such as ass to live with.  Love ya, Babe!

Ladies that have passed on;

“Nanny”. Josephine “Josie” Bodle Campbell. My dad’s mother. Since my mom worked when I was young, Nanny lived with us and was the strongest guiding force of my childhood.  She did her best to instill “Christian values”, although I’m not sure they all took hold. But she did teach me to respect others and to love everything as best I could.

My mother-in-law, Cornelia Greene Moore. We got along much better than I did with my own mother. I’ll admit, she had her doubts about me in the beginning (and who could blame her?). But it didn’t take long until I became like one of her sons. She showed me exactly how to accept others despite differences and find a common ground.

Ladies that are still with me;

Rev. Sonja Phillips. Even though I don’t think the mantle of “Christian” ever fit me, she allowed me to ask my faith questions without judging me. She taught me more about grace in one comment than 50 years of sermons ever did.

Melissa Cargile (who should have a “Rev” in front of her name as well). Nobody gave me the faith to get out and play my music like she did. Because of her, I had to learn more about the craft of playing my guitar and singing than ever. Especially when she would spring a new song on the band at practice and tell me I’m singing lead. No pressure or anything.

I’ll also add Wifey’s® “breakfast group” of ladies. I won’t list them individually because I’m sure I’d leave someone out, but I thank them for giving Wifey® a place to speak her mind (and bitch about me I’m sure). Everybody needs a group of friends, and I thank these ladies for being that for her.

Ladies I’ve met but interact with on Social Media a lot;

Kaitlin Curtice. Author, Patawommi Native. Another Christian that has allowed this agnostic to ask questions, and even argue at times, and never “fought” back. Just kindness and grace in return.

Kiersten (sorry don’t know her last name – like I said, its Social Media). Her courage in talking openly about her Eating Disorder (or Ed as she calls it like it has a real name  – I like that, naming your problems) is astounding. Plus the books she reviews on her blog have given Wifey® and I a few new books to read (but she doesn’t read my theology/philosophy books, so it’s a one-way reference).

And before my family starts texting me asking why I left my own mother off this list, you have to remember I was an “unplanned” baby. As the joke goes, my parents went on a second honeymoon and brought me home. As such, I felt I was in the way more than my much older siblings. Mom worked even after I had left home and joined the military. She didn’t spend nearly as much time with me as Nanny did. And there’s not much worse for a little kid to overhear his parents saying “We can’t do that because of HIM…”

I could list lots more, but I’m at work, so my time is limited.  Please add other names in a comment below. I’d love to hear about the ladies that inspired you.



We’re supposed to go to a Gordon Lightfoot concert tonight. I realize that most of you have no idea who Gordon Lightfoot is. But if you’re a fan of ’60’s and ’70’s folk music like I am, then you know his music very well.

I’m hoping this will break me out of my funk. But only time will tell.  Maybe I’ll post a review of the concert tomorrow. If I feel up to it.

Here’s one of Gord’s best songs for you. And it was one of my dad’s favorite songs too.


P.S. Does anyone watch any of this videos I post?


And yet again another mass shooting at a school. This will of course, once again, ignite the gun control debate. Since I am an Army retiree I am a bit conflicted on the whole gun control issue.

When I first enlisted back in 1976, I took the oath and swore to “Defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, both foreign and domestic.” I believed in that oath in 1976, and I still believe in it today.

So does that mean that I have to support private gun ownership? To me the second amendment reads;

“A well regulated militia being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.” Source: Wikipedia

I read that, first as a “Well regulated militia”. If I remember my history correctly when the constitution was written, the “upstart” United States may have had a standing Army, but nothing that could be called up quickly for any local problems, i.e. a sudden raid or offensive by the British Army. Hence the creation of a local militia. In today’s world, we call that militia the National Guard (I know this because my son is in the Guard). We no longer have the need for the local authorities (a mayor of a town, the local council etc..) to call up able-bodied men (and maybe women) to arms themselves and defend their homesteads.

However, the second part of that amendment “…the right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.” leaves some wiggle room. I have no problem with private, RESPONSIBLE gun ownership. My son has a weapon, as does my brother-in-law, and several friends and neighbors. I, personally do not. In my years as a paramedic in the Army, I have seen all too well the carnage that all kinds of weapons can inflict on the human body. I want no part of that. I am very much a pacifist. If that means, I’m the first to die in some “invasion” or whatever, so be it.

So where does that leave me? Or better yet, what is the definition of “responsible gun ownership”? For me, that means, self-defense for you and your loved ones. Also, for hunting and sustaining lives with the meat from those kills. That leaves out “trophy” hunting. I was so very pleased to read about the poacher that was mauled to death by the lion he was hunting in South Africa. I never find joy in the taking of any human life, but in this case, I feel justice was served.

Does that mean you can use “any weapon”? I don’t believe so. I see absolutely no need for any semi-automatic weapons in the hands of any civilian. Why would you need an AR-15 (or an M-16 – same weapon – for the military folks) to hunt? Knowing the damage that this weapon causes to the human body (and goats, as I had to do a “goat lab” when in training – after knocking a goat out, they shot it with an M-16 in a non-life threatening way, for us to treat the wound). There would be very little meat left to eat if you shot the average deer with an AR-15.

Do you need it for home defense? Not likely. Remember, the Governor would have called up the National Guard before this would be necessary.

And all this returns us to the beginning of this post. More school children have been killed because Congress (and maybe the Office of the President) refuse to do anything other than send “prayers and thoughts”. And as far as I’m concerned “prayers and thoughts” are nothing but bullshit. Pure and empty wishes. Instead, the NRA, which I believe should be labeled a terrorist organization, just gives more money to the congressmen (and women) they have in their pockets, and nothing gets done.

We need legislation, and we need it now. It’s time we vote out everyone who refuses to act on any gun control reform, both Republicans and Democrats. 2018 is the year to get them out of there. Start at the top. I say Impeach him now! But, I don’t think we have anything we can impeach him on (yet). But let’s get the ball rolling even stronger. Maybe we should vote EVERYBODY out and start all over again.

But we need better gun control legislation. I’m not advocating taking guns from people. But maybe, I am. Assault style rifles, semi-automatic weapons, “bump stocks” and other military-style weapons should be removed from the general public. There is no damn need for them in a home. You want to fire one? Go to a firing range. Maybe we could allow them to have them on hand for people to experience shooting them. I know there are ranges that have special licenses for fully automatic weapons. So this would allow people to have the same experiences.

But I doubt any of this will come about until a congressman’s child is killed in a random shooting. Sad to say, but I seriously think that’s what it’s going to take. But even then, if it’s a white person doing the shooting, they will claim its “mental illness” if it’s a “refugee” (especially someone from the middle east), then it’s “terrorism”. It’s never the fact that almost anyone can get a weapon, no matter what their background check says.

I have bipolar type 2 disorder. This should disqualify me from being able to buy a weapon. I could easily turn it on myself, or others with no warning simply if my meds aren’t doing their job that day. But I know, I could walk into a pawn shop or even a gun shop or two in this area and with my military ID, walk out with a handgun. I may not even have to wait the required 3 days.

So, after all is said and done, I’m still at a loss. The carnage will continue. Nothing will happen in Congress, the NRA will get more powerful, and more people will die.  If Sandy Hook didn’t change anything, if Las Vegas didn’t change anything, and if Stoneman Douglas doesn’t change anything, I doubt the other 18 school shootings this year will change anything either.

For those that read this and say “If you don’t like it leave”, sorry no. I choose reform. You can leave if you’d like.

Comments are welcome, just know any “hate speech” type of comments will be deleted. I have no problem if you disagree with me, but let’s keep it clean and honest. I know there are more than one view on this subject, and this is mine. Feel free to express your view.


Hasten Down The Wind

So the other day I was either talking to Wifey® or texting with my brother about the song “Hasten Down the Wind”. It was written by Warren Zevon (one of my favorite singer/songwriter/musicians of all time. May he rest in peace) but Linda Ronstadt (without a doubt, one my of my “future wives” in my teenage years – I had posters of her on my bedroom walls) had a much bigger hit with the song.

Mr. Zevon included the song on his 1976 album “Warren Zevon”. Not the most original of names, but it’s not like he’s the only artist to name an album after himself. And just in case you’re unclear on this, there is no “White Album” by The Beatles. Its title is “The Beatles” no matter what that stupid cruise ship employee said. We should have won that contest. Ms. Ronstadt covered this song on her 7th solo album, “Hasten Down The Wind”, released also in 1976.

I did not hear of Mr. Zevon’s original until later, as he didn’t come into my stream of conscientiousness until his “Excitable Boy” album in 1978. It was with the help of Jackson Browne (another of my singer/songwriter/musician heroes) as the producer of the self-titled album the Mr. Zevon found a major record contract.

So anyway, here are the two songs for you. First up is Ms. Rondstadt’s cover, since that’s the one I heard first. Then will be Mr. Zevon’s original. And I have to say, I prefer Mr. Zevon’s over my lady Ms. Ronstadt. Yeah, weird I know.  But I think Linda’s cover is too smooth. She does have a very sweet voice, but I just don’t hear the raw emotion I hear in Warren’s original.

It’s nice to know that Linda has Don Henley (of The Eagles fame) singing backup, while Warren has Phil Everly (of The Everly Brothers on backup vocals and David Lindley on slide guitar).

Listen to them both and give me your impressions;


And Warren’s;


What’s On Your Bookshelves?

Yesterday, in response to a Tweet by Goodreads (@goodreads) that asked: “How many books do you bring on vacation?” (which was a retweet of @TamoraPierce), I admitted that I prefer an e-reader (Kindle specifically for Wifey® and I both).  I mentioned several reasons;

  • No rushing back to a library to return the books on time.
  • E-books (and whichever device you use) take up much less physical room than a traditional “dead tree” books.
  • You can download new books anywhere you can get a Wi-Fi signal at a minimum (or a cellular signal if your tablet has that capability).

When we took our trip to North Carolina over the Thanksgiving week, both Wifey® and I had at least five unread books on our tablets (we both have Samsungs), available for us in case of bad weather, or if we just decided not venture out that day.  I think the only day we didn’t do too much was Thanksgiving day.  I know I only read, maybe, a total of 3 hours over that week. But that was my choice.

Then, later yesterday my friend Kiersten (you can find her blog at Once Upon A Spine, (which I think it a really cool title) asked me “What do you put on your bookshelves?” Why Celtic pottery and a family altar of course! Well, at least the tops of our little bookcases are filled that way.  We do have a collection of books in both of the cabinets, one is mostly cookbooks and the other old sci-fi. I have no idea why we’re holding on to these, but there they are.



Some of our Celtic pottery. The cookbooks are stored below.

All the pottery has been purchased from And Sarah Laughed. We find them every year at the Central Florida Highland Games. This year we didn’t buy anything simply because we’re running out of room. Plus we are trying to downsize. After spending twenty years in the military and averaging 22 months between moves, we learned to live with a lot less “stuff”. We’ve been in this house twenty years now. And we have lots of “stuff”.  Too much “stuff”.



A bad picture of the family altar with our parent’s pictures above. Sorry, I cut off my mom’s picture.

We also have about 5 different versions of the Bible under the TV in our bedroom. We don’t use them anymore, but they’re still there.

So that’s what we have on our bookshelves.  What do you have on yours?


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