When you get right down to where the rubber meets the road, this guy is killer, I must say. This is how my thought process goes all day long. Wow, it's not easy living like this.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Ex-Wives (A real one!)
In an old box of old photos (The box was from a pair of Puma running shoes! How old is that?!)from my dad, I came across this photo of me and my first wife, Gayle. I think we had this taken while we still lived near Tacoma, but it may have been someplace in New Mexico. I must have been relatively fresh out of the Army, though long enough to have grown the beard-- which took a while to do in those days. Unless she actually worked in a brothel, and I was a riverboat gambler, this is probably circa 1983.
I'm not sure why my dad had it, but I'm kind of glad he did.
Some day I'll tell the story of the first "date" Gayle and I had.
I'm not sure why my dad had it, but I'm kind of glad he did.
Some day I'll tell the story of the first "date" Gayle and I had.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Moonpie East coast remembers....
I will not post the photos I took on 9/12/01 of the Pentagon smoking or the armed guards at the entrance to Georgetown in the District of Columbia. I will not recount the smells, sights and sounds that surrounded the Washington, DC metro area that day. I will not engage in the argument of who was hurt worse- DC, New York of the folks in PA.
All that the East Coast Moonpie office will say is, "If you are reading this right now, be thankful that you are alive."
Many suffered that day in 2001. Many are suffering today, on the tenth anniversary of 9/11. Be safe, love your neighbor and never forget.
All that the East Coast Moonpie office will say is, "If you are reading this right now, be thankful that you are alive."
Many suffered that day in 2001. Many are suffering today, on the tenth anniversary of 9/11. Be safe, love your neighbor and never forget.
we remember... hell, how could we forget?
On this 10th anniversary of the day things changed I want to say something awesome or poignant or bittersweet or, at the least, encouraging.
But I can't. I got nothing.
Ironic since I study 9/11 literature and am working on a novel about that day.
All I can say is that some sad, crazy, Man's-inhumanity-to-Man shit happened that day, the likes of which we'll likely see again.
I guess instead of Patriot day, we should call it "The Week we all got along Day."
We've gotten our revenge sevenfold. Let's try to get back that spirit of cooperation we had early on. Let's get back to the feeble advances against racism, sexism, homophobia, and xenophobia that we had made before 9/11.
If we can't do that, then the terrorists really WILL have won.
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