He walked with an umbrella

Friday, September 29, 2006

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He walked along the side of the road. He carried an umbrella. He wore a straw hat that was tidy and trimmed and a cardigan that was the same-- tidy and trim. He was 65 ... maybe seventy-five, thin, grey, and black.

He could've called a cab. He could've bought a moped. He could've hitched or called a friend.

Instead, he walked.

He could've used a cane. He could've tried crutches. He could've used the hand of a friend.

Instead, he chose the umbrella.

Something about that man struck me. Somehow, he seemed like the most dignified person I'd seen in a long time. I looked at him and could imagine him easily at 30--young and strong and dressed the same.... in a hat and jacket... carrying an umbrella. Ready to celebrate.

Call me an English major, but it reminds me of a poem by Dylan Thomas, "Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night"-- It starts like this:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Soooooo.... Cheers to hanging on to the things that make you feel alive, whether they be a good run or a nice umbrella.

Sunshine. Pizzaz. Pink.

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Breakin' the Law

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

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Ok, I heard a story about a fast food worker who thought it was funny to throw pickle chips at the rear windshields of drive-thru cars as they drove away. heh. Apparently, that's a criminal action. Official charge? something about personal property assault. ???

The law is good. Sometimes, we get a little crazy with it, though. At the end of the day, all we're (me and my neighbors) trying to do is find a way to look at one another and be able to say, "We're here. We're safe. We don't have to sleep with a baseball bat under the pillow." Right??

So: Three cheers for the law. AND-- Three cheers for breaking the rules when they're not REALLY rules. RE: Who says no white after Labor Day? or the Girl can't be the first to call??? No coffee after 4 p.m.? No kissing on the first date? Face forward in the elevator? NO grabbing the last carrot on the veggie tray! The guy has to be older and taller? WHO says? Emily Post/Miss Manners isn't the final word. No matter how official they seem, dumb rules will always be dumb rules. Follow your heart, people. When it's all said and done, you'll be accountable for everything the Holy Spirit put there and how you responded. HE is the final word. That's what I think.

Clouds. love. Gorgeous. kites.

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Old Laughs

Monday, September 18, 2006

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Once, I was hanging out with DJ^2 during breakfast time as they discussed their morning meds. D said to D, "Honey, up your acidophilus." Sometimes, I still laugh about that! :)

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HWL says it best

Monday, September 11, 2006

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September 11th. 5-years already. In the tragic mess of this world... life is uncertain and totally precious. Let's LIVE it. Cheers to Longfellow. I love this.

A Psalm of Life

What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act to each to-morrow
Finds us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing
Learn to labor and to wait.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Listen up, city slickers

Thursday, September 7, 2006

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Ok, Atlanta natives seem to be about as clued in about Missouri (aren't there more cows than people there?) as I was about the South in general (do they pave the roads through the cotton fields?) heh. SOOOO, in honor of ignorance and my new citified friends--


1. Where would you be without sweet tea?? It was invented at the St. Louis World Fair. mmmmmhmmmmm. St. Louis, Missouri.

2. Kansas City has more miles of boulevards than Paris and more fountains than any city except Rome, Italy. It's reeeal pretty. That's Kansas City, Missouri.

3. Where would your Bulldog parties be without a little company named Anheuser-Busch and the biggest brewery in the nation?? Yep. It's in St. Louis.

4. Laura Ingalls, Huck Finn, Brad Pitt, Harry Truman -- need I say more?

5. The ICE CREAM CONE was invented in St. Louis when an ice cream vendor ran out of cups and asked a waffle vendor to lend his dough. Inventive minds put it together in Missouri.

6. Kansas City BBQ, St. Louis Blues, Ragtime....

7. It ties with TN as most friendly state...bordering EIGHT states.

8. The arch in St. Louey is the official Gateway to the West. This would not be America without the West!

9. Missouri is a snapshot of America. KC is a very western city born with railroads and cattle. St. Louis is pretty eastern--natives talk nasal and ask for "pop" instead of coke or soda. Northern MO is northern in culture and Southern MO is southern in culture. If you wanted to "see America", you could spend a few hours in MO and get it done!

10. It's more than just farmland, folks. The land is cheap. The lakes are plentiful and the fishing is fine. :)

Don't knock it 'til you try it. That's all I'm saying.

That's a wrap. Over.

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Leave the gun; take the cannoli ;o)

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Here's the story. The other day, I was working a "double" so I had a random hour-and-a-half to waste. I was hungry. I drove around for a while and saw "DELI" painted in red on the side of a building. Always a sucker for a good sandwich, I parked. What I found was a traditional Italian deli owned and operated by a couple of transplanted New Yorkers. While I was chilling out, munching my chicken salad, a customer came in so excited he was practically jumping up and down. Apparently, in this land of gym chains and waffle houses, authentic Italian delis are really rare.

Question: What IS IT about running into someone from the "homeland"? I find myself waving frantically at passing cars with MO plates. ;)

What IS IT about New York and Texas that inspire such devotion. I've never heard of an Iowa expat getting sappy about Iowa.

What IS a stinkin' cannoli?!? These New Yorkers talked like they could be New York's state bird!! :)

What IS IT that is so GOOD about new friends when you're flying solo in a new place?

24 years. transcripts. 24 hours.


[kan-OH-lee] An Italian dessert consisting of tubular or horn-shaped pastry shells that have been deep-fried, then filled with a sweetened filling of whipped ricotta (and often whipped cream) mixed with bits of chocolate, candied citron and sometimes nuts.
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