tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64412012011-06-17T13:06:57.328-05:00MUSINGS AND RAMBLINGS FROM THE SOUTH SIDE OF ST LOUISRichard Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446690132707294918noreply@blogger.comBlogger2651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441201.post-47090059723374901632006-12-05T00:33:00.001-06:002006-12-05T00:33:36.545-06:00

View the new blog at: http://southcityfirst.com/weblog Thanks...

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I was never worried!

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If you're going to pitch to Albert Pujols and if he's going to pop up, then you'd better catch it. I don't know why you'd pitch to Albert Pujols but... The past two years I've expected the Cardinals to win and, well, you know... So, I figure this year no one expects they can win; so, you never know.

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Maynard Ferguson died Thursday night at the age of 78. I’ve read several good obituaries tonight and I encourage anyone to read them. (Here’s a list.) I’m just going to tell you my story of Maynard and me. The year was 1972; I was in 8th grade at Woodward Elementary and I had been playing trumpet for about a year. In those days it was predetermined that you would go off to Cleveland High

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While attending the aforementioned party at Amy's, I found myself standing across a foosball table from my soon-to-be-19-year-old daughter. After slamming a few balls past her poor goalie, she remarked, "what? ...how? ...when?" I wanted to answer, "you mean give you another example of how I wasted away my youth?" But, instead, I told the story. First, remember, if you're talking to anyone under

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Lovingly called Slow But Deadly, the SBD Dauntless Dive-bomber saved the world on the morning of June 4, 1942. I'm not quite sure why I've always had a penchant for this little airplane. I guess because of the unlikely story. And then when it was replaced online mid-war, nobody liked the new planes, they wanted to go back to the Dauntless. This is in Pensacola and I go see it every time we go

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23 years ago, on a day just like today, in the hot, muggy St. Louis weather, we were married. And since Annette was 22 years old on that day, she has officially been married longer than she's not been married. Strictly by calendar years, my turn comes next year. I bought an iPod Nano for an Anniversary gift. Since we've been working out every day now, we thought we could use one. By the way,

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The year was 1986. We lived in a little apartment on Michigan Ave. up in the Compton Heights area. We only lived their six months before we found the place on Dover Pl. A lot happened in that six months of my live, though. We got pregnant and then lost it. You can't help wondering what could've been, you know? Second, the Challenger Accident. I was devastated by that. Especially thinking about

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Today, I blog from the outside. Right outside my house, that is. Yes, my darling daughter has returned from school and with her she has brought her laptop computer with its wireless internet. So, here I sit on the veranda (south-side driveway), enjoying the spring weather by sharing my thoughts with you; my gentle readers. The only thing missing from this experience is a couple of real human

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First off, this is another scan of an old picture. This is me and by beloved Killer shortly after we were married. Me and Annette, that is, not me and Killer; though most times I'm sure Killer believed she was married to me. Annette already had this great apartment in Richmond Heights and I moved in there after the wedding. This was the shortest my hair had been, well, since just about the time

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We needed a new inkjet printer, so I went ahead and bought one that scans too. This is an old picture. My dad has two sisters, Michelle (Mickey) and Beth (now deceased.) These are "the kids" circa 1970. On the couch are Becky, slouching in her lap is Amy. In the middle is Lisa and then Carrie. Seated on the floor, left to right is Scott, Kenny, some hippe kid that everyone thought was a girl

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I was introduced to Gene Pitney when Annette's brother Joe was getting married in Denver many years ago. I forget exactly how the multi-talented Pingel family figured I was the best one for the job, but nonetheless, I was asked to sing and play at Joe's wedding. So, the song Joe and his lovely wife-to-be picked out? True Love Never Runs Smooth by Gene Pitney. Gene who? I asked. I'd never heard

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We the pee...pul; We the pee-pul! That's what I think about when I think about Don Knotts. There are so many, of course. But, that episode where Barney goes through the entire Preamble without remembering a single word; well, it just doesn't get any better. Don Knotts died yesterday at age 81. That same day I received a birthday card from Jennifer. A Barney Fife birthday card, that is. Barney on

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Alison Krauss + Union Station land 3 (more) Grammys! - Best Country Performance By A Duo Or Group With Vocal - Best Country Instrumental Performance - Best Country Album If you're saying to yourself, "I gotta get me some of that," allow me to help. Start with one of her older tunes I've Got That Old Feeling from the CD of the same name. Then, also from that disc, It's Over. Then jump to Ghost

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OK, you guessed it; I'm listening to the Police. I finally figured out a way to import all of Emily's itune folders into my itunes. Now, mind you, I let most of them be, but she had some good ones. Music she learned to like from her old man. Beatles, Dylan, etc. News today from Apple about another new IPod Nano. I just might have to get me one of those. Right after I get my laptop, that is. We

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Had a special request to write something tonight...so, I'll try. Writer's block? Nah, you'd have to be a writer to have that. Too busy? No more than usual. Nothing to say? Now, you may have something there. If my writing cannot edify the reader, I'm not interested in taking the time. I've realized that I'm much more effective at this on a verbal plane; whether it be conversation, debate, lecture

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What does it mean to say that God is punishing someone for something? I see this in two different ways. The first is what I might call the naturalist's view; you know, things your mother probably told you: If you don't take care of yourself, you'll get sick. If you spend your time disobeying the rules, you'll die. To the naturalist, these are simply the laws of the universe, like gravity. To a

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With the new year upon us, my thoughts turn to young love. When a girl and guy fall for each other; in love for maybe the first time. What is love? Why, glad you asked. As a certified old married guy, I hold the secrets to love. Yes, that's right, all you have to do is ask, and the secrets I will share. First, though, some poetry. What could I say that the great poets haven't before? Little,

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It was Christmastime of ought-five The whether had finally turned cold The news came that Mr. Ray had passed Now everyone had to be told About the plans to honor him And how we’d do that at the church Where he gave his life and two loves And now; an end to his search His daughter asked me to sing a song I was honored but afraid Afraid that I wasn’t worthy Then, He spoke; and I obeyed Mr. Ray’s

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I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard Isn’t that enough?

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It used to be called Armistice Day because, at that hour on that day, the war to end all wars finally ended. It was 1918; 87 years ago. I spend much time reading and thinking about World War II; I told Emily not long ago that one cannot understand the world around us without an understanding of that that war. But, truth be told, it is the Great War that defines our modern world. Notice my use of

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I was watching The West Wing the other night, a program I started watching just to have something to talk to my father about, and in-between all my complaining I ran right over a moment when I thought, "yeah...good point." It was towards the end when the Democratic candidate was talking to a women's rights advocate. This woman was threatening to throw her support to the Republican candidate

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Well, it's all over. The Astros convincingly beat the Cardinals in 6 games of the NLCS and they're on their way to their first ever World Series. They're a class team and I'll be rooting for them in the Series. I guess the poignancy of the end of Busch Stadium, the only stadium I've ever known, somewhat overshadows the loss and the end of the season. There'll be another season; just not in this

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It all started Friday afternoon. I left work a little early so as to renew my license plates. They were already overdue, of course. The DMV near my house has closed, so I happily drove to the nearest location, which is not-so-near my house. I joined the line of similarly natured folks and soon enough noticed a hand-written sign on the wall reading, “We not accept Credit or Debit Cards.” Now,

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A quote from Peggy Noonan today: Here are some maybes. Maybe the president has simply concluded he has no more elections to face and no longer needs his own troops to wage the ground war and contribute money. Maybe with no more elections to face he's indulging a desire to show them who's boss. Maybe he has concluded he has a deep and unwavering strain of support within the party that, come what

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This is the first time I've disagreed with so many conservatives. I'm talking, of course, of the nomination to the Supreme Court of Harriet Miers. Most conservative pundits; and that is most, not all, have been "deflated" as a result of this nomination. I use the word deflated because it seems to appear most in the editorials I've been reading, and I think it describes what all these

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Yes, people stopped working and were nice to each other, bosses left early, trials were recessed; everyone just took a break today from their daily grind to take in the 1st play-off game between the Cardinals and the Padres. While listening to the game on the radio, the fans were roaring so loud, they were drowning out the announcers. It's the last post-season that will ever be played at the

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I see "Intelligent Design" theory has been in the news lately. (If you don't know what that is, here's a quick link for you.) A school teacher in my Sunday-school class asked my opinion as she was upset by all the hooplah. You see, she's a Christian, yet she believes evolution to be true and that it should be taught in biology class. I told her that I didn't personally take much stock in

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I'm sitting here listening to the Cards/Cubs game and get this: The Cards are leading 6 to 1, there's 2 outs in the bottom of the ninth, bases loaded for the Cubs and the umpires called a rain delay. That's crazy. But, hey, this is a crazy year. It'll be the last year for Busch Memorial Stadium and everybody is hoping we'll see World Championship #10 played there. I'm not sure how the guy who's

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Where to start There are a very few people in this world that can comprehend the magnitude of the catastrophe that is the flood of New Orleans. The mayor of New Orleans and the Governor of Louisiana are not two of these people. Nor should they be. That would not be a reason they would or should be elected. It is not to their discredit that they were completely overwhelmed. Before I say anymore,

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Everyone was so nice with their comments from last night’s post, it really made me feel better and I really appreciate it. But now what to write about? I don’t know. It’s not that I have nothing on my mind; it’s just that as priorities go, most everything is way down on the list, you know? OK, this has been on my mind today: In Canton, Ohio, there’s a high school with 490 female students, of

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It’s been very different around here since Emily has gone. Annette and I are both prone to spontaneous crying; just for no reason, really. My emotions go from reminiscing over the little girl to praying that God will guide her in these turbulent years. If there’s one thing that I wish the most it would be that she learn to lean on God at this point in her life and not spend a lifetime figuring it

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Well, Emily is safe and secure in her dorm room. Her roomate is a friend from high-school and her good friend Alex and his roomate (another Metro kid named John) are close by. When Alex came over to the girls room, for some reason I felt very comforted. I like Alex. He's an Eagle Scout, you know. We said our goodbyes rather quickly, which felt appropriate, and were on our way. Christians have a

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We're on our way to Columbia to drop Emily off. It's a big day for all of us. Say a little prayer for her would you?

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I wanted to write something for Annette for her birthday, which was yesterday. We are both very fortunate in that neither of us gets hung up on having much attention paid on our birthdays. Having said that, I'd like to share some stuff I wrote about her many a year ago. This first one is called "Miss Sunshine." When I met her, she lived in an apartment with an elderly woman upstairs. Mrs.

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I know most you don't care about this, but I'm putting down this in writing now so you can see just how brilliant my political acumen is. I was having dinner with my dad well over a month ago, so he can verify this. We were talking about the Republican Presidential nominee for 2008. The usual cast of characters include: Rudy Guiliani, Jeb Bush, Condi Rice, Bill Frist and maybe George Allen. I

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I guess I shouldn't've been surprised. I'd never owned a home before. He's lived across the street from me for all of the 20 years we were on Dover Place. I'd seen him out there plenty of times mowing, watering, edging, painting, scraping, sweating. He began teasing me: "Yeah," he'd begin, "I'll drive by and there you'll be in the front tugging on the mower or taking apart an edger. Richard, the

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Friday night, we dropped Emily off at Alex's house, chit-chatted a bit with his mom & dad, then said our good-byes. She's off on her road-trip with her good friends Alex, Max and Leah. Our emotions run up and down like a rollercoaster. Annette could go from anger towards her teenager to crying over her baby in the space of a few seconds. Saturday night we actually went out. Like, you know, out.

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OK, now we're really moved out of Dover Place. It's a big event. We're really moved into our new place now. Of course, there's a new pile of boxes to deal with too. Our entire 2nd bedroom is filled with boxes of stuff that we didn't take the first time. Stuff we could probably live without. But, one of the boxes contains journals of mine that date back many years. Well back into my childhood.

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Hurricane Emily struck the Caribbean in 1987; the year Emily Hudson was born. Hurricane Emily is back in 2005, the year Emily Hudson turns 18. You say it sounds like a lot of supernatural baloney? Supernatural...perhaps. Baloney...perhaps not. I'd say Emily Hudson is like a tropical storm just now. Just warming up. When she gets out into the ocean, she'll gain form and force. Will she be a

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Well, it's after 5 and I'm getting ready to leave work. I just thought I'd throw a quick entry out here to make myself feel better. I've been wrestling problems with a big printer for a while now, over a month, and no one seems to know how to fix it. I think I've learned enough to go into the printer repair/maintenance business if I feel like it. Like many other St. Louisans, I think the

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Well, a lot of catching up to do...The move onto Center Ct. is done, mostly. We've still got some junk back on Dover to move. Just a lot of little stuff, though. As you may understand, there's been a lot going on with the move coupled with getting Emily ready for college. But, I think it's all in place now. I can sense that there just might be a clearing up ahead. I hope to get back to writing

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My parents moved us to Dover Place in 1968. I lived there until I left for my one and only year in college in 1977. I didn't really ever go back. Then, in 1986, Annette and I moved back to Dover Place. I can't quite put it into words what I feel when I look up and down the street; the canopy of sycamores and oaks, the quiet nights, the church around the corner. And the neighbors that you can't

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You could probably convince me that I'd died and am now in Heaven. Except for the dopey preacher outside this computer lab singing Marquritaville. Hmm...maybe it's...nah. Oh, no. Now he's singing Leaving on a Jet Plane. Dear God...I'm sorry...I repent. Take me back. Fayette is really blissful this time of year. I find it very hard to put into words. It's a gift from God plain and simple. I

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I wouldn't blame anyone for not checking/reading this blog anymore. If I didn't want to write it, why would anyone want to read it? But, having said that, tonight; a turning of the page. Emily's graduation party just ended, the last few details of our house-inspection seem to be on the way to being ironed out, and I leave for Science Camp in the morning. I am, as usual, very much looking forward

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In case you're checking this blog and see this comment, I just wanted to tell you that Rich and I have a lot going on these days. Emily has just graduated from high school, and we've been pretty busy with events up till the big day which was Thursday. Rob & Susan: I just found out you didn't get your card because for some reason it got stuck to the mail going to our church and ended up there

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A group of us went out for breakfast at Ginghams before we headed over to the cemetery. In attendance were: Myself and Emily, my Dad and step-mom Judy, sister Becky and Steve, Dad's boyhood friend Bill with his girlfriend Sandy (childhood girlfriend of both Jim & Bill), Bill's mother (you call her either Mrs. Wooten or Mom), and two of Bill's kids with a couple of their kids. Oh yeah, and Aunt

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One of the things I've been struggling with lately, concerning this blog, is, as I really got into my second year of writing, it hit me hard just how repetitive my life is. I'm going to the Jefferson Barracks National Cemetery tomorrow just as I did last year. (Here's some pictures from that day.) I don't want to simply repeat everything I've already written about...so...what? What shall I say

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I followed American Idol this time around. I didn't get to see all of the episodes, I didn't try that hard, but if I was home, I'd watch it. It struck me as I was watching the very end, after Carrie had been "crowned," that it really was very much like the old Miss America Pageant. The suspense and the emotion are genuine because one of these young singers really is going to have their life

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I wish I could express the hundreds of different emotions that went through my head last night. We went up to the Fox Theatre for the annual St. Louis Public School Music Night. Kids from the music programs of all the City Schools get to perform on the big stage for the night. They spend the whole day there getting ready. A couple professional organizations volunteer their time, so it results in

Richard Hudsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18446690132707294918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6441201.post-1113889092629417782005-04-19T00:07:00.000-05:002005-04-19T00:38:12.630-05:00

63 years ago today a bunch of big airplanes loaded with bombs took off from an American aircraft carrier, flew over Tokyo and managed to drop a few of those bombs before crash-landing in China. The Doolittle Raid, as it has come to be known, was credited with lifting morale in this country after Pearl Harbor, and has been immortalized by Hollywood in Thirty Seconds Over Tokyo starring Spencer

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Yes, the trees on Dover Place are turning green and the evening air is just warm enough that you can sit out without a jacket. After a evening of socializing and getting home with just enough time to walk up the steps before Emily called to get a ride home from work, I had the pleasure of sitting out with a neighbor for an hour or so. In case you missed it from an earlier blog entry, this is

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Well, I sat down tonight to watch 2 hours of NBC. Hour number 1: An in-depth exploration of ``The DaVinci Code'' to separate fact from fiction. Hour number 2: Revelations Episode 1. I was expecting the worse for the DaVinci Code, but it was surprisingly good. Not great, but good. It was informative and fairly balanced. I think it presented the book and the phenomenon that has followed in a

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I've come out of semi-retirement to report this breaking news story: Scientists Create Remote-Controlled Flies Yale University researchers say their study that used lasers to create remote-controlled fruit flies...read more

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One of the things I'm responsible for at work is to electronically send the "Draw" down to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch Newsaper for all "Single Copy" outlets in the greater St. Louis Area. "Draw" is just newspaper-speak for "request for papers" and "Single Copy" just means retail outlets, boxes that sit on the street and "hawkers," which are the kids that sell from the corners. So, yesterday (

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We had a good Easter here at the Hudson home. It was a busy, but nice weekend. Emily's been working most weekends, but she likes her job. Friday night Annette and I went to the Good Friday service at our sister church. Saturday morning we drove out to beautiful Dittmer, Missouri to help a friend move back to St. Louis. She's separating/divorcing so a bunch of us from church went out to help her.

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Sorry for not writing in a while... Let's see...my Dad is doing well. He's still on the oxygen, but is improving each day and should make a "full" recovery. "Full" meaning 72 years old, smoked cigarettes for 50 of those years, so what do you think his lungs are telling him? "We can't, (cough, cough) do it, (cough, cough) any - (cough, cough) - more!" So, he's given up the cigarettes. He says

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While roaming through the Baseball Reference site (I added a permanent link to it on the Trivia Night Blog) I remembered a story my dad told me about Pete Reiser. Turns out, he's the 2nd cousin of Leo Reiser, who attends our church. Leo's upwards of 85 years old now and was quite the musician in his day. He still composes (piano) and plays during Communion once a month. He's also a regular at our

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"I won't run," she told ABC's "This Week." "I won't. How's that? Is that categorical enough?" Read more...

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In case you haven't noticed, I'm a big fan of Condoleeza Rice. She made the news the other day when she wouldn't rule out a bid for the Republican nomination for president in 2008 and when she described herself as "mildy pro-choice." Here's an excerpt from the interview: Miss Rice said abortion should be "as rare a circumstance as possible," although without excessive government intervention. "

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I'd like to flesh out my feelings on the Supreme Court's hearing the Ten Commandments issue. It struck me that my friend Kurt would be very confused if he were to read my blog post and comments from a few days ago. You see, in the context of a Sunday School class that he was teaching I defended the civil liberties side of the argument quite convincingly. I did this mainly because he was coming

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What's that you say? You didn't know he was in the hospital? Neither did I. Turns out he almost died from respitory failure. Turns out he's got emphasema on top of the bronchitis. Who was buying cigarettes for him, you ask? Yeah, that was me. Was buying cigarettes for him; not any more. He's quit smoking; that's the good news. Finally, after, I'm guessing, over 50 years of smoking he says he's

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I don't know how she did it, but Annette got all 4 Beatles together at the Pageant last Saturday night to perform for my birthday. And, just so you know, apparently the Paul is Dead rumor is true. I overheard the T-shirt lady say that Paul (she called him Gary to try to cover it up) went home sick. She then said that they had to call in another Paul and he would be playing tonight. However, I saw

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Make no mistake, folks who want to see the Ten Commandments taken out of every civil building in the country are not non-religious; they are anti-religious. And, there's a big difference between the two. Non-religious people do not believe in God. God doesn't exist, He/She/It didn't create the world, nor do they, or have they, ever interceded in history. Obviously not, if they don't exist. But,

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I've started another Blog. This one is completely dedicated to Trivia. I love playing trivia almost as much as I hate bad trivia. So, in an effort to rid the world of stinky trivia, I'm devoting myself to preaching and teaching the difference between good and bad. I've toyed with the idea of writing some software to help me expedite matters if I were to offer my services as Trivia Master for hire

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I played in a Trivia Contest this past Friday night. It was a fund-raiser for the South County YMCA. I can't say it was the worst one I've attended, but it was not very good. What makes a good Trivia contest? I've been thinking about that. First, there is an expectation of nominal...oh, I'll call it "professionalism." Things like having enough greeters/money handlers and tables outfitted with

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I know, you might be getting tired of all the World War II anniversaries, but they're important. This one is the landing at Iwo Jima. I won't go on about it, but it's the one where the famous picture of the Marines raising the flag was taken. It's also the one that a movie was made with John Wayne in which he gets killed. That's always in the trivia contests. I'll just post this link to a story

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It's pretty long, but if you're interested in Science, and particularly "Global Warming" please read this speech by Michael Crichton. It got me thinking because at Science Camp each year, I use the Drake Equation mentioned in the piece as an example of how science sometimes really works. The kids always get a laugh when I say "Scientists estimate this to be somewhere between zero and 100%." I've

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Don't forget, we're in the middle of a war. It's our duty to keep up with what's happening on the battlefield. And I'm here to help. Battlefield in a larger conflict Arab world reacts to killing of al-Harir I'll save you some time. Syria killed the guy. Here's the money quote from the Guardian story:It is Syria, with only one real ally left in the world, Iran, that is on the defensive. So are

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Would Paul have been a blogger. I feel sure he would have. Email, definitely. I've been reading, talking and thinking about him lately. I'm leading a group through Romans on Sunday morning and our Sunday night Bible Study is in the middle of a look at all of his letters. The Romans study is one I'd been through as a student some years ago and it had quite an impact on me. In those days, Bible

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I spent most of the day in my pajamas. It was great. I kept thinking about all the critics of the bloggers during the Dan Rather thing when the Main Stream Media guys kept calling the bloggers "just some guys in their pajamas." The only problem with that is, those guys were actually doing something while wearing pajamas and today, I did absolutley nothing. The weather was fairly warm so I sat out

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Today is Jennifer's birthday. My mother's baby turns 42. 43...sorry!

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Ash Wednesday signals the beginning of Lent. Today, like many churches around the world, we burned the palms from last year's Palm Sunday Service to use as the ashes for this service. We also spent a few meditative moments to write on a small piece of paper that were also burned with the palm leaves. You write what you're going to "give up" for Lent. This could be something you're really going to

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Call me an old fuddy-duddy, but I thought the Super Bowl Halftime Show was great. Am I biased? Yeah, I am. But, the four songs that Paul McCartney played were some of the best and most memorable tunes of the the last 40 years. All were penned by him (in spite of 3 of the 4 credited to Lennon/McCartney due to a verbal deal the two of them made as lads.) Drive My Car: pure, simple Rock N Roll. With

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Yeah, you heard me right: High-School Girl's Basketball rocks! Emily's a cheerleader for her high-school's girls basketball team and we go to the games when we can. A word about her school though: Metro Academic & Classical High consistently scores in the top of Missouri MAP tests. It's a small high-school; less than 250 kids. As you might imagine, a small academically oriented school wouldn't

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Today, I ran across this story about the first Medal of Honor recipient from Iraq (there are none from the first Persion Gulf War). Sgt. Paul Smith was his name and I hope you'll read his story. I've read many stories like this in my military history books and I'm presently reading a new book by Sen. John McCain called Courage,and it recounts a story of a Medal recipient from Vietnam (along with

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I added this link to my home page, but y'all may not visit that page much, so I'm offering it here too. It's called Deep Blog and it's a collection of quality blogs. I've found them all quite interesting. One, called Get Religion, interesting enough to add it to my links over there in right column under Blogs I Read. I started reading it and couldn't put it down. (Put it down? Turn it off. Browse

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We spent a weekend separated from our Motherboard. It was hard. I felt so lost without her. I had to watch TV for the news on the Iraqi Elections and that was quite painful. I did ponder what life can be like apart from her though. I played more guitar and that was nice. I should play more guitar more often. Maybe I'll start a weaning program and try to cut down my time at her teat. I couldn't

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I haven't had a cold in years. It's been great because I used to get them pretty regularly in the winter and spring. Through general healthy living I'd managed to avoid them. Same with the flu; I haven't had the flu in a long time. Hope I didn't just jinx myself. I'm just waiting for Emily to call for her ride home from work. You know, it is getting dangerously close to her eighteenth birthday

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Yes, it's true, I sometimes suffer from depression. Overall it's really very mild; it just sort of sweeps in unannounced from time to time. I believe it's mostly, if not completely, psychological/emotional. Ironically, I seem to sabotage myself with it when things are going quite smoothly in my life. Over the years, Annette has figured out just the right combination of leaving me alone and "snap

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I know that I'm but one of millions of people for whom Johnny Carson held a special place in our hearts. He was already there in his Tonight Show chair by the time I walk, and he didn't leave that chair until I was 33 years old. I always loved watching the show. My earliest memories of it are noticing my dad and a couple of uncles laughing hysterically at the TV set. I looked up to see what they

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I just thought I'd let you'all know that I really don't have anything to say. Is that so wrong? I know, I could tell you about my day or what I did this evening. But, I'm telling you, and I've said this before: not only is my life quite dull, but it cycles around the religious calendar and I do the same things each year over and over again. If I started telling you everything that's going through

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After years of laborious research, a possible antidote for the common ailment know as "Old Man Dumping on Your Life" Syndrome has been found. OMDYLS is an excruciating condition where one must politely sit through long episodes of a parent telling you what's wrong with your life. Last week at the SNS Lab, a brilliant young researcher came up with this line: "Well, what do you think I should do?"

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The third Saturday of the month sure snuck up on us quick. We had to throw together a theme pretty quick, so while driving around one night listening to the oldies, they were having a Elvis birthday party, so I thought, that's it, we'll do that. Not a lot of folks came out though. The combination of the Rams play-off game and the sub-zero temperatures kept them home. Well, if they stayed home to

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It finally snowed here in St. Louis. I know you Colorado readers are like "that ain't snow," but it's the first decent one we've had all season. I had the pleasure of being out in it tonight and I wished I'd had a camera, it was so beautiful. So, I did a quick web search and stumbled across this picture called Snow and Three Trees taken in Wilmore Park (South St. Louis), by Donna Lochmann. She

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It's a well known fact down here that if you want to work at Steak N Shake, you have to speak the language good. "You's ready to order?" better be the first words out of your mouth if want a decent tip from me. And when they start tellin' me about the "soup of the day" at Steak N Shake, c'mon, do you see me lookin' at a menu? And what's up with the "Hostess Will Seat You" sign? I can think of a

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Yes, that's right, according to Merriam-Webster, "Blog" is the word of the year. I can see that. I started blogging this year, my sister started blogging this year, by friend Tim who was already writing on-line everynight said, sure, it's a blog, whatever. They made the news with the Dan Rather thing and most recently with the Indian Ocean Tsunami tragedy, have shown how useful they can be to

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Every year around this time Annette and I attend a Christmas Caroling party. First we go out in the cold and sing for some select houses. Then, after being properly frozen, we go inside for more singing and fun. The party was started many years ago by a fellow south-sider. Then when one of her friends who had always led the group was murdered, the mantle was passed to Annette and she reluctantly

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Last night (Sat.) we held our annual Christmas sing-a-long at church. In the past we've done it in the sanctuary, but it gets a mite chilly up there in the evenings this time of year. So, we did it downstairs in the fellowship hall. Since we now have a sound system for down there it just make sense. So, we invited everyone, I made some wassail punch, everybody brought cookies and snacks and a

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Jennifer was telling a story how her daughter's boyfriend had his guitar out at the house one evening when she asked him to play a Christmas song. I think her quote was something like, "he looked at me like I had worms coming out of my ears." I don't know whether that meant he didn't know any or he wouldn't play any. I don't know which is worse anyhow. I've lectured on this before, but it really

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For lo, the days are hastening on By prophet bards fortold When with the ever circling years Come 'round the age of gold When peace shall over all the earth It's ancient splendors fling And the whole world sends back the song Which now the angels sing

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Remember, it was a full lunar eclipse. Edgar Renteria, whose jersey number just happens to be 3, made the last out of the last game of the World Series to give the Red Sox their haunting victory of the Cardinals. Care to take a guess who else played with the number 3 on their jersey? That's right, Babe Ruth as a Yankee wore the number 3. And now Edgar, one of the best shortstops in the league is

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I was in a rock band. We weren't very good, though we practiced all the time. During those years we practiced in the basement of St. John's Episcopal Church on Arsenal across from the park. I have some good memories of that basement, including meeting Annette for the first time. But on this night we were just running through some of our standard stuff. Standard stuff, like Beatles and Dylan. So,

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I can't remember a time when I didn't think of Dec. 7th as Pearl Harbor Day. I have an early memory, perhaps I was seven or eight, of being in Sunday School one morning when the teacher (Mildred, who still worships with us every Sunday; I think she's about 100 years old) asked for the date. I spoke up loudly, "It's Pearl Harbor Day; Dec. 7th." Many books, films and TV shows were to follow; it

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My dad had a procedure to shore up his abdominal aorta this past Tuesday. His heart/aorta is fine but he's struggling with the incisions to his groin that they went through to do the procedure. I went to Steak N Shake with him the Thursday before, kind of a last smoke before the surgery. I mustered up the courage to call him Monday night to wish him well. That actually went pretty well. I managed

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John and Rob, two of my brother-in-laws, and I once had a discussion about who was the "Man of the Century?" The 20th century, that is. I said Dwight Eisenhower and John said Winston Churchill. I don't remember if Rob put his two cents in. Well, I found this quote from Ike on Churchill: "[he] came nearer to fulfilling the requirements of greatness in any individual I have met in my lifetime. I

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My last entry was last Tuesday night after returning from a service at Church. Since then, it's been non-stop holiday. Wednesday night at Annette's sister Dottie's house, Thursday; all day at my Dad's and then over to Annette's Mom's that same night. Friday, back to Annette's sister's Margie's house for more fun and merriment. Saturday; I had to work 'till noon, followed by a small nap and then..

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Ruth died late last week. She was in her late 80's and not doing too well as of late. After a recent scan that showed cancer in her liver and lungs, she decided not to fight anymore. One of her last wishes was not to have a funeral or service of any kind. So, the Pastor and a couple of her friends decided that an informal carry-in dinner at the church would be OK. We hoped that she would indulge

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Halloween marks the beginning of the Holiday season for me. I get out my Christmas song books, throw some Christmas CDs in the car and start preparing for the season. I always want to be "ready" by Thanksgiving. By that I mean getting my voice stronger so I can sing for an hour or so without losing it. You wouldn't think I'd have to practice the Christmas songs, but I play through them all a

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The one in back; not YoYo Ma. I'm stunned when I hear pundits question her credentials. If you don't like her or just don't agree with her, fine, just say so. But, not qualified? c'mon. Read about her here in Wikipedia.

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