Month: February 2018

Open Letter to Spammers

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Every day in my E-Mail I get spam such as “Russian Beauties want to meet you”  or Asian Beauties or simply “Hot Women” or Women in your area want to meet you.   OK you get the drift now I can and do just delete them and mark them as spam but just to let you know I will NEVER call the number or click the link or whatever.    What ever list I am on if you could delete my email address that would be great.  I am 70 years old, married for 48 years and a fairly regular church goer and would like those emails to just go away

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A Little of This and That

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Going out to church yesterday morning I slipped on the front steps and fell the whole way down.  It happened so fast I only know that I ended up in the snow and ice laying down by the car (that is the fastest I ever went down those stairs).   I decided that since I was already by the car that if I could get up I would still go to church – and I did.  There are several places on my body that ache and hurt if I touch them but overall I am still alive and kickin’ .  We’ll see how I feel when I try to get to my small group at church tonight.

I have thought quite a bit this past year that my wife and family really needs someone much stronger and better than me.   If they should find that someone I would bow out gracefully as I know that I am fortunate that they have put up with me all this time.

I started going through my old 45 records recently and they sure bring back some great memories.  Many of them have these covers on them with pictures of the artist,  you don’t get that with a cd or an mp3.    I have a ton of records that I’ve saved through all these years.  I have Bobby Vee, Elvis, Frankie Avalon, Bobby Rydell, Dion and many many more.   I even have a couple records by “Jan and Arnie” which was Jan recording with a friend before Dean came in the picture and and and I have like a demo record by Walt the Stilt Chamberlain.  If I can find a cheap desk to put downstairs by the computer I am going (I hope) to get out an old turn table and play my records now and again.

I am really getting tired of television,  even the shows I watch have been losing their appeal to me.  Their are a few that I still look forward to watching but that list is dwindling down a lot lately.   Some of the shows I still watch regularly are “Scorpion, Big Bang Theory, NCIS (all of them), This Is Us,  Criminal Minds and a few BBC shows.   This week I recorded and watched what I consider the best Cop movie ever made “Bullit” with Steve McQueen and that car chase scene is simply classic.

On Valentines day this year we will have been married for 48 years.  It’s been a great ride for me but it seems that everyone could have done better than me;  I can’t give them the things they seem to want like in-ground pools and cruises and I am pretty boring at get togethers and parties.  But I am here until they get tired of me and move along (I would have thought it would have happened a long time ago).

OK enough whining so I guess I’ll go ahead and post this.

Rod McKuen – The Things Men Do

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The Things Men Do 

Rod McKuenFrom the album “Sold Out – Rod McKuen Live at Carnegie Hall”, 1969

(I still have this original record – it is one of my favorites) 
It makes me cry to see the things
Some men do to one another
Makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Every street’s a battlefield and every door’s a jail
And never the sword and not the shield
Can stay the widow’s wail.
I cannot understand, I will not understand
Why freedom stumbles in our land
And it makes me cry to see the things
Some men do to one another
Makes me cry to see the things some men do.

Every road’s a bitter road and songs are only songs
And when in church children kneel
They cannot right the wrongs
I cannot understand, I will not understand
Why terror rumbles in our land
And it makes me cry to see the things
Some men do to one another
Makes me cry to see the things some men do.

Every night’s a lonesome night that lasts a lonesome year
And torches all the brighter burn
To burn away the fear
I cannot understand, I will not understand
Why freedom staggers in our land.
And it makes me cry to see the things
Some men do to one another
Makes me cry to see the things some men do.