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       WINTERING OVER IN OLD MEXICO 

                                              BY GLENN C. PECK 

          

               (DEDICATED TO MY BROTHER GARY IN INDIANA)  

 

                They do not march in ordered ranks 

Yet, their identical uniforms bear allegiance to their Commander

Silent, more silent than a baby’s breath they are propelled South

    Rations from their Creator are on varied and colorful flowers         Individual paths are taken by these Canadian winged warriors

     Two generations & 2K miles later mission accomplished in

                                     Old Mexico

                                 

I STILL GET MISTY EYED OVER THIS

SEE AGAIN AND AGAIN ! POWER OF TOUCH!!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YwT_Gx49os

TELL OTHERS!

GLENN <><
JUST WEST OF YESTERDAY 

BABIES LAUGHING---BEST SOUND EVER

OK, I AM A SUCKER FOR BABIES. I ESPECIALLY ENJOY HEARING THEM LAUGH.

SEE THIS URL:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCr0LG-X9hY

GOD BLESS THE BABIES OF THE WORLD! 

GLENN <><
JUST WEST OF YESTERDAY 

GOODBYE HAM, BACON & SAUSAGE !

THIS MAYBE THE BEST CRIME STOPPER EVER:


http://www.newsmax.com/Newsfront/pork-ban-federal-prison/2015/10/11/id/695684/


WHAT COUNTRY AM I LIVING IN ???


GLENN <><
JUST WEST OF YESTERDAY

CONFESSIONS OF A BIBLIOPHILE v2.0

                           PUBLISHED 10-20-15 LETTERS TO EDITOR:SHAWNEE NEWS- STAR                             




                                 Confessions of a Bibliophile

I am drawn to books like iron filings in a cheap chemistry set are attracted to a magnet. The recent Friends of the Library book sale at the Shawnee Library once more captured me. I did hold out until the “Buck-a-Bag” sale started. Here are a few general, unscientific observations:

     *The report of the death of book sales has been greatly exaggerated---apologies to Mark Twain.

     *The sale is a definite Win-Win situation---Used books make inexpensive, yet appreciated gifts.

     *Fiction---especially Romance---are big sellers.

     *Poetry is an endangered genre.

     *Current political books are probably quickly given away.

     *Children/parents love to search for age appropriate books.

     *”How To” books are hits and Sports books are strikeouts.

     *Contemporary biographies trump historical counterparts.

     *Diligent book searches are usually amply rewarded.

     *Contemporary culture books are out-of-date when printed.

     *Volunteer helpers were cheerful and very helpful.  

In the event I am sought by law enforcement officials, my wife has been instructed to tell them to stake out the book stores and book sales and sooner or later I’ll show up!

GLENN <><

JUST WEST OF yESTERDAY

WHOOPEE CUSHIONS, FAKE VOMIT, ITCHING POWDER



FAMOUS JOHNSON SMITH NOVELTY CATALOG


EVERY BOY HAD ONE OR HAD ACCESS TO ONE.
THE ONLY TWO GAGS I EVER OWNED WAS FAKE VOMIT AND A HANDSHAKE BUZZER. I SPENT MANY HOURS THINKING OF STUDENTS I COULD PULL SOME GAGS ON. ITCHING POWDER WAS ONE I REALLY WANTED. MAN, THE WHOLE SCHOOL COULD BE SCRATCHING AT THE SAME TIME!


MOST WERE PRETTY MILD. A FLY IN A PLASTIC ICE CUBE. GOGGLE-EYE GLASSES, FAKE SNOT, AND FAKE CUT THUMB. HOWEVER, SOME WERE LESS MILD: EXPLODING INK PENS, HOT POWDER FLAVORED CHEWING GUM, AND GROSS STINK BOMBS.


THE COMPANY IS STILL IN BUSINESS; HOWEVER, THE REAL FUN ITEMS ARE NO LONGER AVAILABLE!


GLENN <><
JUST WEST OF YESTERDAY



A TEENAGER'S KINDNESS

THIS IS AS REAL AS IT GETS.

A TEENAGER’S KINDNESS

As I type this Post the musical soundtrack to the wonderful Victory at Sea TV series is playing in the back ground. A teenage neighbor, Wright H., invited my brother and I to watch each Sunday afternoon episode on his family’s TV. I don’t think we missed any episodes. We got a TV two years later.

The beautiful music helped cement the sights and sounds firmly in my young memory. The Victory at Sea shows created in me a certain national pride and deep patriotism. Furthermore, I became acutely aware of the heroic sacrifices of our brave service members, the industrial base back home, and the anxiously awaiting families of these brave body guards of freedom. I later learned I had an uncle who was in N. Africa with forces commanded by General Patton. Uncle Mac drove a truck.

It is not a stretch to acknowledge this teenager’s kindness to my brother and I as a major deep definer of our sense of duty, honor and country. Sadly, I never told him the impact his kindness had upon my life. If any of his surviving family members read this, Wright H. was a difference maker, even as a teenager, in my life and my 20 year USAF experience. A very belated salute and heartfelt thanks for a job well done.

_{Glenn <><}

_{Just West of Yesterday}

WHAT DOES REAL GOSPEL MUSIC SOUND LIKE ??

I IMAGINE SOME READERS OF THIS BLOG HAVE NEVER HEARD AN OLD FASHION DOWN HOME SOUL STIRRING SOUTHERN GOSPEL SONG.


I WAS INTRODUCED TO THIS KIND OF MUSIC BY MY DEAR LATE UNCLE COLEMAN AND HIS TWO OLDER SONS. THE RADIO HELPED ME TO KEEP ON MY JOURNEY. AS AN ADULT I HAD MONEY ENOUGH TO BUY ALBUMNS AND ATTEND SOUTHERN GOSPEL SINGINGS. THE REST IS A HISTORY STILL BEING WRITTEN.


HERE IS A WONDERFUL EXAMPLE OF REAL SOUTHERN GOSPEL MUSIC. PLEASE CHECK IT OUT:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_FJgfvk9dXg


GLENN <><
JUST WEST OF YESTERDAY

WHO IS DR. FRANKENTUNE?

THIS RECENTLY CAME TO MY ATTENTION:

HE IS NOW OUT ON UNSUPERVISED WORK RELEASE

       ONE NIGHT ONLY

 

     DR. FRANKENTUNE

      AND HIS MONSTER      

       MUSIC MACHINE

  VOTED BEST DJ IN THE COUNTY

                             (JAIL)

     THE STATE TOOK HIS MEDICAL LICENSE

 BUT NOT HIS DANCE ALL NIGHT MUSIC MACHINE

 

   OVER 5,000 HIT TUNES & 16,000 WATTS OF POWER !

    BRING $5.00, BRING YOUR FRIENDS, AND EAR PLUGS !

 

                                           { DANCE SPONSORED BY GIVE  A CON A HAND AND NOT THE  FINGER, INC.  }          

WHAT I WAS LIKE OR WAS IT WHAT I LIKED ?

No matter how we might try and disguise it our written thoughts tell even strangers a lot about us. In addition, what I write tells volumes about what I like. Even what I don't like.


Most of us, at our age at least, think about life after we are gone. I know where I am headed and have no fear of that. I do so want my grandchildren and maybe others that care to know about what I thought and what I liked. Each of us want to leave a footprint of our short journey on this planet. I have a ton of notebooks and other pieces of paper that tell much about me.


I confess, without apology, that one of the reasons, not the main one, of writing this Blog is to maybe leave a written reminder of who I was and what I enjoyed. Also, it serves as great therapy for me as we raise three grandchildren and I help my semi-invalid bride. Life many times doesn't turn out like we hoped. But God knows best and provides the resources to get through it. Some preacher once said, "If God brings you to it; He'll get you through it!"


Music serves as a time post of my life. The early formative years still are so real to me. Yes, I have more than my share of early regrets. My early plans were revised more than once. But at the end of the day, heartaches never win.


Yes, some of the Posts are written with a view to remind a special few of the great times we enjoyed together. I will never forget them--never!


Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday

WHEN COMPANY COMES !!!!

Without warning a family you had not seen, or heard from, in 8 years shows up at your door at 9:30pm on a Friday night.


"Sherry, it is so nice to see you. Please come in."


"Mary. I can't stay long. Just wanted to say hello and we'll continue looking for a motel. Seems like most have "No Vacancy."


"Yeah, the annual week long "Old West Rodeo" is in town. The mayor says it is good for business and sales tax but traffic is horrible and just try and get into any restaurant!"


"My second husband, Willard, I call him Willie, worked as a forklift operator in a large warehouse that burned to the ground about 10 days ago. His unemployment hasn't kicked in; however, we took his last paycheck and hocked my wedding ring Sammy, you remember him, gave me and headed to the Grand Canyon. Your sister back home gave us your address"


"Sure, I remember Sammy. How could I forget him. He sat behind me in biology and made obscene gestures to me and bragged about his sexual exploits. Had I known you would marry this jerk I would have told you all about him. What ever happened to him?"


"Well, he was an over the road driver and met a waitress near Houston and seems that in spite of her missing two front teeth, they became instant soul mates. He didn't come home for over a mo 

THE PYRAMIDS STILL EXCITE ME !

Maybe you will find this explanation interesting:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTgxGJfXRQ0


Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday

JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT OK TO RETURN

BOYS AND GIRLS DO NOT ENTER THE WATER. HERE'S WHY:


http://www.scmp.com/video/offbeat/1860312/aerial-shark-video-becomes-viral-sensation


GLENN <><
JUST WEST OF YESTERDAY

THE BEST THING ABOUT LOVE !!!!!

      "YOU WERE ALWAYS ON MY MIND"


It never gets old !!! Check out this classic:


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pl3Q9xRG-aM&list=FL-It4wozca3J4OVQh1hxdFA


Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday

"1982" ONE OF THE BEST COUNTRY SONGS !!!!!!

I GUESS BY NOW I SHOULD KNOW IT WOULD HAPPEN AGAIN ! TRIPS BACK TO INDIANA CAUSES ME TO REPLAY LOTS OF MENTAL TAPES. THIS SONG PRETTY WELL SUMMARIZES IT ALL:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bx5uAKirX34
THESE LYRICS ARE CLASSIC, CLASSIC COUNTRY:

1982

By Randy Travis

Operator, please connect me with 1982
I need to make apologies for what I didn't do
I sure do need to tell her that I've thought the whole thing through
And now its clear that she is what I should have held on to

[Chorus]
They say hindsight's twenty-twenty
But I'm nearly goin' blind
From starin' at her photograph and wishing she was mine
Its that same ole lost love story
Its sad but its true
There was a time when she was mine in 1982

Postman can you sell me a special kind of stamp
One to send a letter from this crazy lonely man
Back into the wasted years of my living past
I need to tell her now I know how long my love will last

[Chorus]

Losin' my mind, goin' back in time to 1982

© BLACKMON, JAMES / VIPPERMAN, CARL
For non-commercial use only.

Glenn<><
Just West of Yesterday

"WHAT IS THE GOVERNMENT?"

                                 “What Is The Government?”

I have just returned from Indiana where I helped lay my 100 year old father to rest. Memory tapes have been playing in my mind now for several days. Some are funny and some are sad. Some are the sort of experiences that tend to shape and mold our lives.

One such experience happened when I was about nine years of age. I was walking with my father to the most distant field on our small farm. Even to this day I can take anyone to the exact spot where this incident occurred. This was during the time when rural families would sit and watch the radio! My father insisted that my brother and I be silent while the news was on the radio. I had listened to enough newscasts to have heard of something called the “government.”  On that memorable day, just a father and young son walking together, I asked, “Dad, what is the government?” Without hesitation and with absolute certainty he replied, “Son, in America the government is the people.” Dad’s answer then was far from this small boy’s understanding.

Subsequent schooling and 20 years of proudly wearing this nation’s uniform served to bring my father’s short, yet

laser like answer into sharp focus. Over the years I shared his love for American history, especially about fellow Kentuckian, Abraham Lincoln. Just a year ago I sent him a magazine about Lincoln at Gettysburg. I like to think his answer to me when I was nine first echoed on that scared battlefield when President Lincoln said, ”… that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom. . . and that government of the people. . .by the people. . .for the people. . . shall not perish from the earth. "

Glenn <><
Just West of Yesterday