Saturday, August 31, 2013

NOTES ON TRIP TO INDIANA


 


Indiana Soybeans
Indiana Cornfield


The crops look good, lots of hay, a late season rain much needed

Indiana may have the best kept yards and cleanest barnyards

Farmers markets are many and well stocked with great products

Columbus ball fields are first class and are much needed in OK 


Gas in Indiana higher than anywhere on OK-MO-IL-IN trip

Sleep Inn in Columbus is first rate and $69/nite plus tax

DQ on 3rd in Columbus 100 times better than one on US 31

IHOP near I-65 in Columbus great food/service open 24 hrs


Influences from East Coast are everywhere---Tree Huggers Unite

Columbus library is tops---rival many small colleges

Hoosier Hospitality seems to be light years behind OK

Purdue clothing item largely missing from Columbus stores


MY ROOTS IN KY/IN   MY HEART IN OK


Thursday, August 29, 2013

BATTLE OF INTRA-STATE CITIES !!!!!!


WITHIN SEVERAL OF OUR STATES THERE ARE A COUPLE OF CITIES THAT SEEM TO ALWAYS BE COMPETING WITH EACH OTHER FOR TOURISTS, PRO TEAMS, INDUSTRIAL AND ECONOMIC MATTERS, GOVERNMENT GRANTS AND A TON OF OTHER ISSUES.

Here are a few examples:

OHIO--------Cleveland  vs  Cincinnati
KY -----------Louisville  vs  Lexington
TN -----------Memphis   vs  Nashville
CA------------LA            vs  San Francisco
TX------------Dallas        vs  Houston
OK -----------OKC          vs  Tulsa
AZ ------------Phoenix     vs  Tuscon
MO -----------St. Louis    vs   Kansas City

IN ------------Indianapolis  vs  Commiskey

YOU CANNOT MAKE STUFF LIKE THIS UP !!!!!!!!!


Property of Alcatraz - Property of Alcatraz t-shirt






ON OUR RETURN TRIP TO OKLAHOMA MY WIFE AND I WERE WALKING OUT OF A TRUCK STOP WHEN WE MET A MAN WEARING A T-SHIRT VERY MUCH LIKE THE ONE PICTURED HERE.

(There were several other people listening to our short conversation)

The following is an actual account of what took place:

ME: "Did you just get out of the Joint?"

HIM: "Yes."

ME: "Do they still serve Pepper Steak on Tuesday?"

HIM: (Without any hesitation) "Yes, and they still serve Spaghetti  on Friday."

ME: "Nothing has changed!"


Many of you will immediately identify that the conversation---all unplanned---was an adaptation of some lines out of The Blues Brothers movie.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

JAMES COVERED BRIDGE OVER GRAHAM CREEK

Bridge Prior To Rehab (I do not own the copyright to this photo)

During my recent trip to Indiana with my wife to visit her very ill father, I had to check out the James Covered Bridge over Graham Creek which had recently been updated for safety issues.
 
 
The obvious differences included safety railings on each side of the road on each side of the bridge to prevent vehicles plunging off the road into the creek.
 
A new paint job and some internal improvements were spotted. Work on the foundation could not be accessed.
 
The old bridge had to withstand another fight to remove and replace it with a more modern bridge.
Local folks led the fight to retain the bridge as is.
 
That old bridge is a center piece of my memories of growing up along the Graham Creek. I sure hope it is around for many, many years.
 


Monday, August 26, 2013

UPDATE ON JAMES COVERED BRIDGE IN A FEW DAYS

The James Covered Bridge over the Graham Creek has been reworked. I will provided more later.

NEW SUBJECT: Thanks for continuing to read the Blog. Tell family and friends about it.

Major essay on Regal Beauty will be forthcoming by week's end. To paraphrase the former CEO of the Men's Warehouse: I THINK YOU WILL LIKE THE WAY THIS LOOKS !!!!! 

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Can You Glve An Old Classmate Some Help???

I cannot solve this problem. Any help will be appreciated.

Grass Carp eat grass---everyone knows that!

Do Rock Bass eat rocks?

Do Gold Fish eat gold? 

See what happens when I get back to Indiana and think about fishing.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

A Regal Beauty

She stood in a small outdoor crowd; yet she seemed to stand alone.

There are pretty female faces, captivating female faces, beautiful female faces, and she had that ever so rare regal female face. Once viewed it demanded to remain viewed. A stranger would immediately wonder if she was in the entertainment business or maybe a professional model. 

Royalty commands obedience by dent of power and position. Her regal beauty required adoration and praise even if she was a homeless wanderer propelled by a time machine from Eden to the present. This matchless creature was indeed fresh from the DNA template of Eve.

Everything about her was a living prototype of the perfect union of style and substance. Her form was function and each function flowed into the adjoining form. 

The eyes of this Greek goddess seemed to always look light years beyond the immediate. She seemed to be searching for the perfection that matched her own.

She seldom uttered a word; regal beauty has its own silent code that uses only a smile and a slight movement of her eyes and, if needed,
a knowing nod.

Her beauty was of the kind that causes poets to dog ear their Thesaurus and causes painters to regret their casual attention in art school.  

No tattoos marred her publicly observable, evenly tanned, flawless skin. Her BMI was---what else?---textbook perfect!

A triad of generations silently saluted this regal beauty. A fifteen year boy was so overcome when he saw her he automatically put his hands together in a prayerful pose and looked heavenward in grateful thanksgiving.

The 35 year old married man of seven years continued to steal glances at this living ideal of female creative wonderment that his wife pulled on his shirt so much that he nearly fell backwards.

It was a 70 year old overweight and more than balding man who best expressed the thoughts of his senior male peers when he first saw her. He slowly bowed his head and shook it back and forth several seconds as if to say, "Where was she when I was much, much younger?"



TO BE CONTINUED..........................................









  







Friday, August 23, 2013

Believe it or not!!

Today my wife and I were on our way to Columbus, IN to visit her very ill father.

As we passed Rolla, MO there was a full size billboard advertising the Vacuum Cleaner Museum !!!!! 

Needless to say we decided to miss this national treasure !!!!!!

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

IN RESPONSE TO MANY REQUESTS

 MY NAME IS GLENN. FOLKS WHO KNOW ME JUST CALL ME............................GLENN

SINCE YOU HAVE READ PART OF THE BLOG YOU MAY CALL ME..............GLENN

HOPE THIS ANSWERS THE QUESTIONS

Sunday, August 18, 2013

The Past Is Forever Present


Wordsworth wrote many poems that speak to readers of all ages and all times. Here is a wonderful excerpt from

INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD

 
 
 What though the radiance which was once so bright
  Be now for ever taken from my sight,
  Though nothing can bring back the hour
  Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
  We will grieve not, rather find
  Strength in what remains behind;
 
 
 

 

Each time I read this I want to shout "AMEN."

Saturday, August 17, 2013

"Don't Shot Dice On A Blanket"---Wallace Beery

 Wallace Beery said the above quote in Rationing, a very funny  movie set in WWII.  Beery's  son was leaving for boot camp and the loving father told him this single best piece of advice he learned in WWI.

Even though Beery was a character actor his gravely voice and bumbling ways could not mask his concern for helping others. 

His characters  remind us that ordinary people can make a major difference in the lives of people. It doesn't take perfect folks to help others.  

 
















Friday, August 16, 2013

Somehow I Missed Seeing This One

File:ManintheGrayFlannelSuit.pngI somehow failed to see The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit until recently. My regret is that I didn't see this classic movie while I was moving up the ladder in the Air Force. While I was succeeding in the USAF I failed in my important task of being a DAD. 

Wikipedia article follows:

Tom and Betsy Rath live in a rundown house in Westport, Connecticut around 1953 (1955 in the movie). They have three television-addicted kids (two girls and boy) and have money problems. Tom is 33 years old, a Harvard graduate. He barely survived as an Army paratroop officer during World War II, having fought in both the European and Pacific combat theaters (an unlikely scenario, but it sets the stage for his wartime love affair).
Tom has haunting flashbacks of the affair as well as his combat experiences—these would almost certainly be diagnosed as PTSD today. He killed 17 men in combat. His stay-at-home wife knows only that Tom is somehow "changed" since the war. She feels his job with a Manhattan charitable organization pays too little, so she and a fellow train commuter urge him to interview for a job at a New York-based television network.
Tom lands a public relations job, working for Ralph Hopkins, the top man at the network, an empire-builder surrounded by politicking yes-men. Hopkins is to propose the establishment of national mental health services to a group of physicians and offer his own prestige and network toward that end. Tom must solve how his boss can best present the proposal so that the learned doctors will rise in unison and appoint Hopkins to spearhead the campaign.
 
Hired on a six-month probationary basis, Tom reports to a humorless game-player who rejects five different drafts of the speech and ends up substituting one of his own. Hopkins is satisfied, but Tom persuades him that the approach is all wrong, that it misrepresents Hopkins' qualifications to head the campaign. Tom's approach is more sensible; Hopkins is impressed. Tom reminds Hopkins of his own son, who was killed in combat.
 
There are a number of subplots: (1) The caretaker of Tom's late grandmother tries to fraudulently inherit her home; (2) Hopkins' estrangement from his wife and daughter (who quits school to elope with an undesirable man); and (3) Tom's adulterous behavior during the war and an out-of-wedlock son conceived in Italy, whose mother suddenly contacts him to seek monetary support at a most inconvenient time. With no understanding of the horrors of war, Betsy goes berserk on hearing of this secret, but eventually calms down and understands mutual emotional support—not just mutual ambition—binding wife and husband.
 
In the end, seeing the example of how his boss's marriage and family life have been ruined by overwork, Tom turns down a high-pressure position in order to work normal hours and spend more time at home.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Draft

He died 27 years before the undertaker showed up!

The Baby Whisperer

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This is not a photo of the child referred to below

One of my pastimes at Wal-Mart is to talk to babies and toddlers riding in their mother's shopping cart. It pleases the mothers AND the babies---as you will discover.

I call myself the universal grandpa. I may have to change my name after a recent event at Wal-Mart.

A baby, maybe 14 months, was trying to pull some cereal boxes off of the shelf. Mom smacked the baby's hands and a cry of epic proportions. resulted.

Grandpa Glenn to the rescue! I can make a face that causes my mouth to resemble the sound of WOOOO. Within seconds the child stopped crying and started laughing. Works every time.

The mother was astounded. And my 15 year old grandson said, "Grandpa, you ARE the Baby Whisperer!"  I love the title and I love interacting with small children. 

Monday, August 12, 2013

The Radio That Won Me A Steak Dinner!



 
Hallicrafters SX-120 Shortwave Receiver


 
In February 1967 I arrived at Shemya Air Base in the Aleutian Islands. It was about 20 days until payday and the only thing I had to sell or trade was a piece of Eskimo carved ivory art.
 
 
My diet for 20 days consisted of a supply of C-Rations left in my room by the previous occupant. In an effort to hear radio stations on the US mainland, I traded the ivory piece for the above radio.
 
 
 
The only radio station on this 2 by 4 mile piece of rocky tundra was a rebroadcast of the Armed Forces Radio Network from Washington, D.C. The building I worked in had the local station on 24/7.
 
 
 
Fast forward to the Fall of 1967 and the college football season.  To help with morale, a weekly contest of picking football winners was established. It was a simple pick the winner deal--- no point spreads. The winner at the end of the season was to receive a complete steak dinner at the NCO club.
 
 
 
Newspapers were several weeks behind so it was impossible to hear how some of the teams had fared the previous Saturday. Guess who had the only radio on the island that got same day scores and analysis? Yes sir! A guy named Glenn from PCHS!
 
 
 
Yours truly won the contest with a 74 percent accuracy. The officer that conducted the contest was slow to announce the winner. I simply went to the NCO club and said I am here for my steak dinner. Everyone on the island new my track record and there was no debate as to whether I was the winner.
 
 
 
That steak really tasted great thanks to my SX-120 radio!