Gone on Holiday

I noticed him on those days I would take a short cut along a country road and there he sat, on an old worn lawn chair smiling and waving to all who passed by.

I never knew his name, we would make eye contact and I would return the gesture and be on my way.

I haven’t had to take that passageway for a few years so I do not know if his daily routine is still followed.  Judging by his appearance I assumed he was retired and just wanted something to do.

My wife once saw him and told me she fully expected one day that would become my destiny.

This week I made the mistake of hitting the wrong button on my television and instead of my Pandora channel on the Roku, I got to see a female marionette read a news story from a teleprompter, (complete with a video) regarding the Queen Mommy and the closely followed royal birth canal.

Her Royalty was asked about her choice regarding the sex of the about-to-be latest addition to the Very Wealthy British Welfare Monarchy.

The Royalness expressed no real preference; she was hoping the big drop was imminent as she was about to embark on Holiday.

ON HOLIDAY!  ARE YOU (expletives abound feel free to add your own) KIDDING!

I have to ask readers of this blog, and Americans in general, to look deeply into today’s society and tell me just how overworked and stressed the Brit elite must be to warrant time away from THAT workload?  (Hey, I am not finished getting my “Irish up”).

While you’re working 2 maybe 3 part time jobs in order to avoid foreclosure, and your spouse had to take a pay cut and double a workload to maintain their job, can you think fondly of those crazy Royals and their need to de-stress from all those grueling smiles, waves, polo matches and luncheons with heads of state all choreographed by an endless array of minions on the royal payroll.

My gosh all they basically have to do is just show-up.

I can only imagine talk around their dinner table.

“Dear, was your day dreadful?”
“Why yes, thank you for asking.  I had to wave to maybe 1000 common folk and actually watch a few dozen sycophants curtsey before me.”

“Oh dear, may I get you an aspirin?”

“Make it a scotch, neat, and bring the bottle”.

Well, I decided to go for a drive to seek out the old gentleman on the lawn chair just for a quick wave and a smile.

The chair was still there but there was a sign next to it. The sign read: “Be back soon, gone on Holiday”

In case you want to know more about life among the exhausted elite, I have enclosed  an official link to the British Royals.

Grab a scotch and read on.

 http://www.royal.gov.uk/HMTheQueen/DayInTheLife/TheQueensworkingday/Morning.aspx

Juan Valdez the marriage counselor

I live in an area of the country that has a convenience store chain that rivals the famous 7-11.
 

Actually there is no rivalry as the 7-11’s sit almost comatose as hundreds, thousands; no millions of daily caffeine-addicted zombies dutifully embark on a trek and head out to these Mecca’s for one of many offerings that will kick start their day.
 
Serious caffeine-heads rush to these stores. There is a never-ending supply of customer traffic.

Our area residents never work they just drink coffee.
  
Starbucks traffic is pitiful, just the same small handful of lame-o hipster freeloaders who just hang around for the Internet. They should pick up their free WiFi from their neighbors, like the rest of us.

I too am guilty of patronage, not because their coffee is the worlds best; it is just that we have not mastered the art at home.

This week, while grocery shopping, I came to realize that we are approaching a 40th wedding anniversary and the latest brand of coffee purchased now numbers 248.   We have tried (and failed) an average of 6.2 different brands/year, not to mention the 69 coffee makers, various filtered waters and 7 different grinders used during those periods when we believed going right to the bean would provide the ideal brew.

Our marriage has come to a impasse. Of the many things that could bring a couple to differences, who would have thought that a major concern was over a cup of joe.  We have tried caffeine counseling but our cards and emails to Juan Valdez remain unanswered (someone mentioned that he is a fictitious character but don’t believe it. I was told the same about Mr. Goodwrench).

I continue my pursuit, refusing to quit or even (gulp) switch to tea!

Sorry, tea consumption is so reminiscent of all things British, an interest foreign to me and a source of puzzlement as to why so many in this country stayed glued to their news pulses, this week, awaiting the new arrival of the future crown.  By the time little Georgie gets a shot at the top post I would have long been decomposing and onto a different journey.

My quest moves forward.  I still hope for a response from Juan Valdez but in any case  I may have found a new lead in this video.
Later,
JGT

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJuhNDrX008

 

Two wheels are better than none.

 

My life began at 10 when I got my first 2-wheel bicycle.  Certainly my driver’s license afforded unlimited boundaries within the boarders of two oceans, but a bicycle gave me quick access to surrounding neighborhoods to observe life beyond 8-10 city blocks.

I took advantage of this freedom, especially during the summer months when I would find myself wandering into sections of the city containing parks with TREES!

I understand my excitement at the word “trees” may appear to be a bit unusual but my street had no trees, zero, nada, none.  The city gets very hot in July and August.

I would glance out my bedroom window and watch squirrels scurry up and down the telephone poles, jumping on the roofs.

They too were probably in search of trees.

These explorations were some of the best times spent, getting in touch with nature, meeting new people, fresh air, exercise, finding new and unusual pets to drag home. The adventures were cut short, a few summers later, by two words: “bicycle lock”.

A hard pill to swallow, reality setting in, but there was really a sense of shock with the discovery that my bike had been stolen, and yes I did not lock it.

As important as losing my main mode of transportation was to me, there are many parts of the world where ownership of a bicycle can mean the survival of an individual, a family, even a village.

Here is an amazing story of Izhar Gafni, an inventor, engineer, dreamer who just may have found a solution to help the planet and it's inhabitants live a better and longer life.

Great story.  Watch both videos.

Video #1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RM79zn2i24k

Video #2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=txSboSNQINs

Fly me to the moon.

Freshman year at Holy Alcatraz Catholic High School for Boys began my true introduction to formal “hands-on” science.  Prior to that time my experience was limited to exploring a chemistry set owned by my childhood friend Ricky. 

We made more than ink until his grandmother banished me from her basement for a concoction I dreamed up   Somehow my brew emitted a putrid sulfur / rotten egg aroma that permeated the firewalls of a few of the neighboring row homes.

There was no real formula, it was at best a watch and see if anything would begin to percolate or catch fire.  We weren’t expecting the really foul smell but there it was, I couldn’t cover it up, the dirt was on my hands and I was busted and banished.

I was shocked my parents never found out but I certainly was not going to volunteer my guilt.

I don’t recall exactly the name of my freshman year science course but I know I had to weigh things; there were test tubes and my favorite, BUNSEN BURNERS! Now I was not only able to mix stuff and see what bubbles over, I could melt things when the priest on guard duty would sneak out of the room, somehow "called" to attend a pressing matter, only to return reeking of Lucky Strike cigarettes.

Sophomore year Biology found me gathered around a table with 3 lab partners, none of which were willing to dissect anything.  I always seemed to pull surgical duty be it a frog, worm, heart, eyeball you name it I was the anointed.  It was not that I was smarter; my cellmates were quicker at fleeing to the rest room to lose their breakfast. 

I was last boy standing.

(At this point I need to set the record straight.  I continue to maintain my innocence, as I was not the one who turned on the ovens roasting the frozen dead cats that were thawing on trays awaiting science experiments from the biology club.  I thank the guilty party as the early dismissal was surely appreciated.)

What really fueled my scientific curiosity was the coming Apollo 11 Moon Landing.

After I first saw Sputnik floating across the night sky, and all through the Mercury, Gemini & Apollo programs, I was excited about space exploration and it’s future projects.  Each new launch found me riveted around the black and white. Apollo 11 would now help fulfill President Kennedy’s goal of reaching the moon by the end of the decade.

On July 20, 1969 Apollo 11 landed and six hours later Neal Armstrong made that historic first step as the world enthusiastically watched.

It was one of those moments in life where you knew exactly where you were as it was happening.

We now celebrate the event with barely a notice. Two days ago was the anniversary.  Did you remember?

During those years our nation had a unified purpose, a goal that not only gave us a dream to fulfill, but space exploration provided numerous benefits that touched every aspect of our lives.  Lest we forget, check out this link from NASA.

  http://spinoff.nasa.gov/Spinoff2008/tech_benefits.html

Sunday Funnies

Sunday morning and I am doing something I have not done for many years, sitting back and reading the funny papers (comics to the newbies).

I find Dilbert very funny, and I get the humor even though I am not permitted to work in an office environment along with other people.

That is a mandate from my employer.

I surely miss Opus but I am glad that some of my favorites like BC and Wizard of Id have continued on by family members after the passing of Johnny Hart and Brant Parker. They maintain much of the same flavor as their creators.  Must be in the genes.

Peanuts can certainly continue, as much of its humor is timeless.  It was the first comic strip I ever knew, read to me by my mother when I was a child, often as a bedtime story as we did not have a vast library of children’s books. Charles Schultz as the nightly sandman must have subconsciously been the reason why I once seriously considered comics as a career choice. 

I was on a cartooning fast track, studying the history, following the work of the masters, practicing the craft and even submitting a weekly cartoon to a local newspaper.  I finally gave up the quest after the realization that I lacked the two major ingredients of a good cartoonist; a sense of humor and the ability to draw.

Of all the Peanuts characters the one I identified with the most was a minor player never appearing very much. That was Pigpen.

I thought of Pigpen a lot recently as my region of the country is going through a heat wave that necessitates frequent showers, 2 even 3 daily.  I was the kid who would leave the house, just bathed, only to return ten minutes later asking for a drink of water with sweat glands on overload and a dirt ring around my neck.  I now know why there was always a slip-n-slide in the backyard and my pool membership card had #1 on it. 

I needed to be kept wet.

Anyway I hope you are enjoying your Sunday morning and can get back in touch with your inner child and read the funny papers again.

 

 Here is a short tribute to Pigpen

Most mispronounced words

From November 12, 2012

My friend Mike told me a story about his mother and sister who were traveling through Havre De Grace, Maryland.

They were so impressed by this beautiful area but were uncertain as to the pronunciation of the name.

When they stopped for lunch they decided to ask a young man at the restaurant about the proper pronunciation.

To paraphrase the conversation:
Mom & Daughter- "This place is so lovely, how do you pronounce the name?"

Young man looking very confused- "McDonald's!

How many mispronunciations occur daily and we are completely unaware?

Here is a list of the most common. 


http://infohost.nmt.edu/~armiller/mispronounce.htm

A childhood memory moves on

From January 27, 2013

What do old cowboys, Popeye and the Three Stooges all have in common?

A very sweet woman named Alleen Mae Beller.

I withhold belief in ESP but strangely I thought of a woman just yesterday who died today, exactly one day after her 90th birthday.

Alleen Mae Beller was born in Kansas City on January 25, 1923. She became an entertainer/broadcaster and during televisions’ infancy she was a fixture on the Philadelphia airwaves. Legally changing her name to Sally Starr she had a profound influence on the young viewers in the late 1950’s thru the 1960’s.

I have had the opportunity to meet her on 2 occasions, once as an 11 year old when I sang on her television program and again about 25 years’ ago when she was the parade’s Grand Marshall for a town celebrating it’s 100th anniversary and I drove the convertible she rode.

The television studio was very small, probably about the size of a garage consisting of a large camera, Sally’s western backdrop and a plain wooden bench where we sat while waiting for our orders to step up and perform. When the camera was off for commercials she made it a point to sit with us (I was part of a quartet) and take a genuine interest in us all. She was truly very sweet and kind and left us with a fond memory.

The same was true during her parade ride in the very hot July sun. I mentioned our former meeting and she seemed to recall our group’s performance. She also was very cordial with the parade bystanders and seemed to really enjoy the interaction with her fans, now parents and grandparents who grew up with “Our Gal Sal”. My young son, riding shotgun in the convertible, was also impressed as she had a real love connection with children.

I have attached a brief history of her life and career from the Philadelphia Broadcast Pioneers hall of fame.

She deserves this tribute.

Good-bye Sally Starr and thank you.

http://www.broadcastpioneers.com/sallystarr.html

Rugby-Really do we need another kid sport?

From June 7, 2013

I grew up playing 2 sports, soccer and baseball. I loved them both and if I could I would have wished to become a professional baseball outfielder.

I began playing on team sports at a very young age, and in all my years I have only been on two winning community championship teams and played in only one high school championship game.  We lost that one.

Unlike today’s victors, only winning teams would receive trophies. The losers would just have to suck-it-up and try harder next season. I do not know how our poor fragile egos survived.

Growing up soccer parents never showed for games or had interest in the sport. It was too new and unknown to this country.  

Occasionally some foreign-speaking parent would shout obscenities to a referee from the sidelines but most parents were interested in “normal-sports”, baseball, football, basketball etc. With their busy work schedules, and 5 o’clock cocktail hours, they were way too tired to learn the rules of a new game. Even our high school soccer championship game had only one spectator, a girlfriend of one of the team members. The other girlfriends were too busy with their 5 o’clock whatever's. 

If I were raising kids today I would feel the same way about Rugby.

Really, do we need another kids sport?

My son-in-law loves the game, is very knowledgeable and he both plays and coaches. Rugby is swiftly becoming the “new soccer”. To me it does look intriguing, interesting although a little strange but I can certainly understand his enthusiasm for the sport.  

It just may take too long for me to learn the rules so it will eventually interfere with my Internet browsing and cocktail hour.

If my child had a desire to join a Rugby team I would strongly encourage him/her to stay at home and play video games. We are being led to believe that our children need to leave the sofa and get some fresh air and exercise like we did in our day.

Can we really trust all those child obesity statistics bombarding us daily in the media? 

The added bonus of sofa-sports is that video game playing hones skills that may one day lead to a career as a drone pilot. My child could get a nice cushiony government position hunting down and “neutralizing” our citizenship.

In these times when we convinced all our children that they must have a college degree so they can incur mountains of debt, no prospects for a job in their field and can move back home for maybe forever, at least the skill sets they receive can have them set for life on the federal payroll.

Another benefit is that if the kiddies are home all the time, they can’t be bullied, and could learn to defeat their adversaries with drone missiles.

I would be doing my part in helping to save the planet by not using all that fuel driving to and from travel games.

So in effect we all win.

Now when do we get our trophies?

JGT

Just in case you have one of those strange little creatures at home that desire team sport participation, and wish to become a Rugby player, here is a short video on the rules of the game.http://youtu.be/tiCiehJAFSgSee More

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My Hoarding and John Wayne

My basement is loaded with wooden shelves, arranged as if you were in a supermarket or big box warehouse store.  They are neatly positioned and actually marked with numbers and letters.  There is an inventory book listing all the contents located at the end of aisle 1 shelf 2, level B.

I place the blame on every member of my family for storing all their “little treasures” in my basement causing me to purchase these wooden IKEA mausoleums and painfully having to organize them as if I were in some kind of” Mr. Monk is a Hoarder” episode.

Since my family denies ownership of these objects, I have decided to free up space by luring friends and neighbors to my home for a visit and then presenting them with parting gifts as they leave.  They would be too embarrassed to refuse such a fine gesture and I in turn would eventually rid myself of that hideous fondue pot, in the shape of a turtle and still in mint condition the day Aunt Gertie re-gifted it to us on our wedding day.   Since Aunt Gertie passed on many years ago and leaving no heirs, I can safely discard it without hurt feelings.

In all fairness to my family, I took inventory recently and noticed something.   Half of the backroom stock belongs to me, actually maybe more than half. 

I tend to keep things around a little too long.

When we moved into this home almost 20 years ago, I made a promise to my spouse to discard items I knew I would not use or have not “touched” in 18 months.  I kept my promise (almost) and discarded a box full of unnecessary refuse.  It was just a shoebox full of old wires but technically I kept my promise.

I have got to get a handle on both my hoarding and impulse buying.

I have this additional problem that overcomes me late at night and into the early morning.  While many insomniacs now spend their non-sleep hours in front of a computer monitor or tablet, I use my remote and channel surf for infomercials.

My wife suspects I am up to something and sneaks downstairs at the first indication of a glowing blue light emanating from the living room.  She usually busts me with remote in one hand, VISA card and telephone in the other while poised to order the gadget of the day.

I have them all, neatly stored and ready for my unsuspecting guests.

I just know there is a better cutting knife that I can use to sever a concrete block and still carve a tomato in razor- thin slices. 

Every day there is a new blender-mixer-pulverizing machine that can extract all the necessary nutrients from my fruits and vegetables and produce the best tasting health drink that I can proudly serve my houseguests with or without a little nausea.

There are unopened DVD’s, easy-to-do 10 minute-a-day exercise machines, and 100’s of gizmo’s promising to make dinner without muss or fuss.

I suspect Ron Popeil may be the devil and he calls to me.

I am especially interested viewing infomercials pertaining to any health-related issue.

I have noticed a number of these dealing with the importance on keeping my “internal plumbing” clean-as-a-whistle. Almost all of them imply that when John Wayne passed, an autopsy was performed. They indicated Mr. Wayne had an enormous amount of matter remaining undigested. The claims went anywhere from the weight of a small toddler to that of a Chinese Olympic Gymnast.

How can these claims be verified, and if true how could this information ever have been released and why should it?

Mr. Wayne, I am upset for you.  I am certain if Big John Wayne were here today he would clobber any weenie making such a claim, mainly because it is nobody's business.   John Wayne (regardless of any opinion you may have formulated due to his political beliefs), was considered a straight-shooter, forthright and honest. 

Of course in this day and age his directness and honesty would be rewarded by a publisher removing his book, losing any sponsorship from gutless corporations, no more movie deals ever, and all the major television networks and news organizations would demonize him.

That’s a tough road for being forthright and honest.

Just ask Paula Dean.

About Our Flag

With Memorial Day & Flag Day recently passed and July 4^th approaching, I have noticed a revert back to a decreased number of US flags on home display, both daily and holidays.  There certainly appears to be more patriotism than the pre-911 days when our pride seemed to wane a bit, but when the home flag is finally tattered, they have not been replaced as often as they once had.

Parades still abound, and crowds do form to watch the school bands, fire trucks and veterans of days past march proudly along main streets in hometowns across America.

I belong to an organization that participates in many hometown parades.  While driving one of our vehicles along the parade route I glanced over at the crowd and saw a very elderly Indian man, a recent immigrant, sitting solo. He was smiling and proudly waving a small American flag.  I was touched by his patriotism and thought of my own ancestors who arrived in this country many years ago.  They left behind past lives and allegiances in the hope of beginning anew in freedom and opportunity for themselves and their offspring.

Greg and Dorothy were a brother and sister who had the most patriotism of anyone in the neighborhood.  They loved parades and for weeks afterward they would continue to march through the streets, a flag in each hand smiling and waving proudly until their mother would race frantically looking to retrieve them.  They were very young children and often escaped from the house… in the nude. Like the old Indian gentleman, their heart was in the right place, their clothes were not.

There has been some controversy in the news lately regarding the proper display of the American flag by a rapper, as well as, the flying at haft-staff for Hollywood actors and celebrities who have died.

I have included an interesting link that covers just about everything you need to know about our nation’s symbol.

Please take some time to read the article from ushistory.org then go out and replace that old tattered flag and fly a new one with pride.

http://www.ushistory.org/betsy/flagetiq.html

Unusual America...get out and drive around.

From October 20, 2012

Occasionally I like to get in touch with campy and do something real cheesy.

Make time and take a day trip to an unusual attraction near you, or plan a trip for next year.

These unusual curiosities are scattered throughout the highways and back roads of America.

Take roads less traveled and you may see unique and different sites in that you may never had known existed.
http://www.roadsideamerica.com/

Roadside America - Guide to Uniquely Odd Tourist Attractions

www.roadsideamerica.com

Homepage for Roadside America, travel guide to unusual attractions, tourist traps, weird vacations, and road tri

Rube Goldberg Redux

From October 28, 2012

Rube Goldberg (1884-1970) was a Pulitzer Prize winning syndicated cartoonist who for more than 50 years' delighted his readers with his humorous drawings depicting very elaborate means to accomplish the most simple tasks (think the "Mousetrap" game).

The Rube Goldberg Machine Contest (RGMC) is a team effort open to students ages middle school-college using physics & engineering principles combined with zany, bizarre humor to invent in the spirit of Mr. Goldberg.

If you are interested in learning more about Rube Goldberg, or obtaining details on how to enter the RGMC, follow the link here:
http://www.rubegoldberg.com/home

 

The worst Christmas ever!

From December 2, 2012

I recall as a young preteen riding with my father to his workplace to pick up a care package for our family. He was a union member at that time, they were out on strike and it was the Christmas season.

Somehow it was arranged that the union members could pick up a box of groceries as the strike had been on-going for quite some time and the troops were getting a little anxious having no real income for awhile.

I recall the groceries consisted of some strange "army rations", peanut butter and beef stew that smelled so terrible even the dog would not touch it. We would have preferred to eat the family pet rather than the contents of the package. I guess we somehow survived that crisis (although I am not certain what REALLY happened to the dog).

As tough as that Christmas was for us, the only year that I remember we would, in unison, consider the worst Christmas on record is when Dad decided that it was a good idea to eliminate the traditional Douglass Fir and bring home a hip, modern aluminum tree complete with color wheel.

We could have handled the demise of Old St. Nick himself or coal in all of our stockings rather than have to look at that hideous eyesore.

Who would have thunk that today you could fetch a small kingdom in exchange for a pristine original.

What I find strange is that my in-laws recently purchased a modern table-top tree complete with fiber optics that changes the tree's colors in a similar fashion our old aluminum tree did many years' ago.

Even stranger is that I find I am attracted to their tree, so much I am considering a purchase. I may buy 2 and keep one in pristine condition to sell many years from now.

The investment may be better than my 401K.

Anyway, here is a story about the aluminum trees.
http://old-tv-ads.com/watch-video/KjikbbC2PF0/wluk/aluminum-christmas-trees.html

Aluminum christmas trees - Old Commercials and Vintage TV Ads

old-tv-ads.com

Aluminum christmas trees

Urge to Invent Something

From December 5, 2013

I am not an inventor, but I have always had many strange ideas.
When I was a child, my pretend inventions were made from empty toilet paper rolls, cardboard boxes and paperclips. They were total imaginary solutions to life's complexities.
I once received an erector set and played with it for about 3 minutes. I gave up as I could not seem to master lefty-loosey, righty-tighty.
So I was floored to learn that I am genetically, blood-related to an actual inventor, my maternal great grandfather.
The family legend goes that this man broke free of the shackles of the Irish potato farms and Pennsylvania coal mines and went to school!
He arose from the primordial sludge that was his ancestry to become an engineer and inventor.
While cleaning out my grandmother's attic, years' ago, I came across a bucket full of one of his creations. I always heard he held patents so this week I decided to go on a search and was surprised to find how easy it was to search the US Patent Office.
I became curious about other inventions and soon was searching for Alexander G. Bell, Thomas A. Edison and the guys who invented the Slinky and the Monopoly game.
Another very nice feature is that you can print a copy of these drawings for yourself or frame it for a child's room, den or give one as a cheap gift.

Here is a link from jitterbuzz.com that provides details. You can also go to Google and enter "patent" in the search and you can find just about anything you ask.

Happy searching.

http://www.jitterbuzz.com/patget.html

www.google.com/patents

NewYears Party Hounds

From January 1, 2013

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Did you stay awake for the big moment?
I didn't, I was sleeping during all the neighborhood ruckus.
I was not always a kill-joy.
I recall many a New Years Eve party attended, usually with disastrous results so I eventually weaned myself from the festivities.

My parents were notorious New Year's Eve party hounds. I can recall one year, at least a foot of snow outside, watching my father head out the door wearing nothing but a large diaper, a new year baby sash, a pair of boots while chomping on a large cigar. (Those were the days that babies were permitted tobacco products, Mr. Potato Head smoked a pipe and the "Smoke-Police" were still far from our shores.)

I did spend quite a few New Years' party nights at my grandmother's house.
All my brothers and sisters were with me, left to spend the night while the diaper baby and his wife went twisting the night away. I also remember my cousins occasionally joining us giving my grandmother at least 15 darlings in her care.

Our grandmother was fantastic and encouraged us to stay awake so we could all stand on her porch at midnight, screaming, yelling and banging pots-and-pans at the big moment. It was years later that I finally realized why her cookware never actually stood level on her stove.

Anyway, the Big Ball in Times Square is so boring. New York ain't got nothing on these folks and their celebrations.

Other towns like dropping things. Maybe yours can start another tradition and give those fancy-pants city folk nothing to crow about.

Read on.http://theweek.com/article/index/237641/23-bizarre-things-ceremonially-dropped-on-new-years-eve

23 bizarre things ceremonially dropped on New Year's Eve

theweek.com

A giant Peep in Pennsylvania, a glowing duck decoy in Maryland, and other random objects dropped to ring in the new year in cities around the country