Foggy lake morning
bald eagle flew past along beach
Not bad start at all
Category: These United States
July 14 – Yippee-ki-yi-yay
Yippee-ki-yi-yay
He shouts and he sings, am off
and vacationing
Love this song.
Ain’t much for cowboy songs, mostly, but y’all can sing this at my funeral when my ashes are tossed off the pier at Tybee into the Atlantic Ocean.
Until then, I am on vacation and singing this tune into the sunset.
When a Cowboy Trades His Spurs for Wings Writer/s: David Rawlings / Gillian Welch
Let me tell you, buddy
There’s a faster gun
Coming over yonder
When tomorrow comes
Let me tell you, buddy
And it won’t be long
Till you find yourself singing
Your last cowboy song
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
When the round-up ends
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
And the campfire dims
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
He shouts and he sings
When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings
When they wrap my body
In the thin linen sheet
And they take my six irons
Pull the boots from my feet
Unsaddle my pony
She’ll be itching to roam
I’ll be halfway to heaven
Under horsepower of my own
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
When the round-up ends
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
And the campfire dims
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
He shouts and he sings
When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
I’m glory-bound
No more jingle jangle
I lay my guns down
Yippee-ki-iy-ay
He shouts and he sings
When a cowboy trades his spurs for wings
July 13 – Every Day a Risk
Every Day a Risk
What’s going on here? Song says,
“The Land of the Free”
Every day, it is a risk’: immigrant communities paralyzed by fear of impending Ice raids
“It doesn’t make sense. They’re not trying to arrest terrorists or criminals, just undocumented people,” she said. “We just want to pay the bills.”
My Great Grand Parents, Koop and Hendrikje Hofman, immigrated from Holland in 1868 and got married the same year.
They bought a farm in Ottawa County, near Jamestown, Michigan (i-196 crosses the farmland) and raised a family.
in the 1900 Census, information shows that Great Grandpa had, after 32 years, filed naturalization papaers.
For at least 32 years, apparently, he did not file or register as an immigrant.
But he never had to worry that someone was going to knock on his door and demand to see his paperwork.
This was America.
This is America.
It seem to me like this county used to stand taller.
At least we weren’t so scared.
Maybe we gain a smidgen of protection.
But at what cost?
Truthfully, here in Georgia, where sidearms are worn by citizens in grocery stores, its not immigrants I worry about.
Just what are those weapon toting folks afraid of?
I carry a Bible and a copy of the US Constitution and I stride this world in Seven League Boots.
I invite everyone to join me.
July 10 – Stickers stuck on cars
Stickers stuck on cars
stuck on with satisfaction
now just want it off
What is the motivation that drives a person to stick a 50 cent sticky piece of paper on their car?
When they stepped back to admire their work, how much satisfaction did they feel that they were now identified to the world by their honor roll student, their favorite team, their running prowess or the last person they voted for.
Then the next term, their honor roll student flakes out.
Their team loses.
They blow out a knee on their last 13.1.
The person they voted for, well, didn’t work out.
They remove the sticker, or at least, try to remove the sticker.
Consider the original message.
I am proud of my student.
I love my team.
See how far I can run.
All the way with LBJ!
Now consider the message of a faded, torn, ragged edged, frayed and half removed sticker.
My kid didn’t make it this year.
Stupid team, stupid coach.
Haven’t run for awhile, blew out my knee.
If you vote for a clown, better expect a circus.
My question is, which message is louder?
Which message will last longer?
Think about this the next time the sticker is fresh in your hands.
July 7 – Post hoc propter hoc
Post hoc, propter hoc
Heard on MSNBC!
wonders never cease
Ears perked up when I heard someone on the morning news say Post hoc, propter hoc.
Latin on a Sunday Morning News round table?
I was pleased and at the same time perplexed.
Had I heard right?
The comment was ignored and no one on the round table took notice,
No one stopped the discussion to say, ‘what?’
None of the other members of the round table group was going to admit they didn’t know what it meant.
They held to the concept of, ‘si tacuisses, philosophus mansisses.’
That was all the evidence that I needed that I had heard right.
Someone on cable news used a Latin phrase!
That, for me, was bigger than any news topic they were discussing.
The discussion moved forward and the comment was ignored and plowed back underground to ferment for another couple of years.
As we all know, it means because this happened after that, that was caused by this.
In reply, I say, Omnia mutantur, nihil interit, or, everything changes, but nothing goes away.
