I am usually a champion cheerleader for technology. I realise that the world is being bettered on a daily basis with new breakthrough's in many fields. Medicine, industry, transportation just to name a few. I happily sit here at my laptop every day and check up on the lives of all my family and friends around the world. When I am done with that, I will enjoy my big screen tv, my X Box 360, Netflix, etc.....without as much as a second thought to how they get to me or how they work.
The only modern technology that I seem to have a problem with, the God forsaken Cell Phone. Yes, I said it, Godforsaken.
I started driving a semi for a living fifteen years ago, before these damned things became so widely popular. I drove thousands of miles around the country, far away from home and loved ones. Once a day, I would find a payphone and call home. If my wife needed me in an emergency, she would call my company and within ten minutes I would get the message and find a phone to call her.
In those days, NO ONE had ever lost their lives because some moron was texting going down the interstate at eighty, or looking at a phone to see who was calling instead of watching the road, or looking at a phone to dial a number.
Since those days, that we all somehow miraculously survived, countless thousands have been killed as a direct result of using a cell phone whilst driving.
In our every day lives they intrude on everything. Good manners have been thrown out of existence due to these devises. How many times have you been in line at a store or bank when the person being served is more interested in the damned Oh so important conversation on the phone, than taking care of the business at hand.
You can be in the middle of a one on one conversation with someone and they will bump you if their damned phone rings. How rude and ignorant is that?
I have no doubt that every single person reading this has been ignored at one time or another in deference to a phone call.
I will walk away from people when this happens and not bother my time with them again. If your stupid phone call is more important than our conversation then screw you.
I see commercials on the tv for the new ATT 4 G smart phone which drive me insane. Is it really that important that you get your message 17 seconds before anyone else? really people, is it? Yet people will put their family budget at jeopardy and pay the hundreds of dollars a month for this service.
It is sickening to think that a recent article I read is oh too true. A young single mother let her child go hungry because she spent her welfare money on re-connecting her damned phone service so she could talk and text her friends and tell them how tough her life was. OMFG are you KIDDING ME!!!!!?
Do they build something into these devices that fry the common sense part of the brain? I believe they do.
The average family spends close to $150.00 or more each month so they can each have a cell phone. This used to cost less than $30.00 a month for a house phone and about fifty cents to make a call from a payphone. Cheaper if you had a calling card. No wonder the worlds economy is taking a shit, our priorities are all messed up.
On New Years Eve, I was at a friends house to celebrate. Of six people there, I was the only one without a cell phone sitting on the table being checked for text's every few minutes. This is a sad state of affairs people.
I know each of you reading this probably has one of these things permanently attached to you at all times so I guess its too late to change things. But, mark my words, they will be the cause of the downfall of society eventually.
Until the next time,
a fond farewell.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Calling a Spade a Spade
My Father, as I have mentioned on this forum previously, was known for "telling it like it is". He rarely pulled his punches when asked about, or, found himself involved in a situation. I was raised by this man, so it seems inevitable that I should inherit at least some of this trait.
During his life he had been called insensitive, harsh, opinionated and rude. My Dad's argument was, "if you don't want to hear the truth, don't ask". As I have been called similar things during my life, I have to agree with him.
The old adage of looking in the mirror and suddenly seeing your parents looking back at you, is certainly no truer for me than now.
"The truth hurts", and "The truth can be a bitter pill, hard to swallow" are commonly used phrases that were first coined by far superior brains than myself, and have been used for ages past.
I strongly believe, and always will, that if someone close to you or close to someone you love and wish to protect, is screwing up their lives and dragging others around them down with them, it is my place to object. I will never be silenced when I see in plain view a loved one being taken advantage of. What kind of a man would I be to silently sit and watch when someone is being manipulated like a puppet for someone else's unhealthy habits to go unchallenged.
Often, it is a no win situation because even though my intentions are honest and I speak up to point out the obvious for all with blinders on to see. I am labeled the bad guy. "To harsh", "to negative", are some of the responses I get. Hmm Dad, sound familiar?
I also believe that old saying "It takes a village". If I have knowledge that certain people might be able to help a bad situation get better, either directly or by stopping someone else from enabling bad behaviour even if they don't know they are doing it, I feel compelled to speak and inform those people of how they can help.
This is usually looked upon as "telling a confidence" for some big secret that should never be kept.
Especially as some people are unable to keep their big mouths shut when told something in confidence.
Where is all this heading? you may well ask. It is impossible for people to change who they are at the chore. No matter how much one complains or tries to interact with common sense. As an outspoken, well meaning adult, I am fast realising that even the best intentioned will be ridiculed in their efforts to help those unable to be helped until they help themselves.
Will I stop speaking out and calling that proverbial Spade a Spade?
Hell no!!!! It's wired in my DNA to keep my dear Dad's legacy going.
So, if like me, you are a person that often finds themselves in the minororty because of you heart felt opinion and the need to voice them, fight on my friend, I am on your side.
Till the next time,
A fond farewell.
During his life he had been called insensitive, harsh, opinionated and rude. My Dad's argument was, "if you don't want to hear the truth, don't ask". As I have been called similar things during my life, I have to agree with him.
The old adage of looking in the mirror and suddenly seeing your parents looking back at you, is certainly no truer for me than now.
"The truth hurts", and "The truth can be a bitter pill, hard to swallow" are commonly used phrases that were first coined by far superior brains than myself, and have been used for ages past.
I strongly believe, and always will, that if someone close to you or close to someone you love and wish to protect, is screwing up their lives and dragging others around them down with them, it is my place to object. I will never be silenced when I see in plain view a loved one being taken advantage of. What kind of a man would I be to silently sit and watch when someone is being manipulated like a puppet for someone else's unhealthy habits to go unchallenged.
Often, it is a no win situation because even though my intentions are honest and I speak up to point out the obvious for all with blinders on to see. I am labeled the bad guy. "To harsh", "to negative", are some of the responses I get. Hmm Dad, sound familiar?
I also believe that old saying "It takes a village". If I have knowledge that certain people might be able to help a bad situation get better, either directly or by stopping someone else from enabling bad behaviour even if they don't know they are doing it, I feel compelled to speak and inform those people of how they can help.
This is usually looked upon as "telling a confidence" for some big secret that should never be kept.
Especially as some people are unable to keep their big mouths shut when told something in confidence.
Where is all this heading? you may well ask. It is impossible for people to change who they are at the chore. No matter how much one complains or tries to interact with common sense. As an outspoken, well meaning adult, I am fast realising that even the best intentioned will be ridiculed in their efforts to help those unable to be helped until they help themselves.
Will I stop speaking out and calling that proverbial Spade a Spade?
Hell no!!!! It's wired in my DNA to keep my dear Dad's legacy going.
So, if like me, you are a person that often finds themselves in the minororty because of you heart felt opinion and the need to voice them, fight on my friend, I am on your side.
Till the next time,
A fond farewell.
Monday, January 16, 2012
The common cold, really?
After joining many of my friends, all over the world this week, in enduring the utter misery of the so-called "Common Cold". I say enough is enough.
It is an amazing thing isn't it? we as humans, have apparently mastered the science of space travel, put a man or two on the moon, sent probes into the outer reaches of the universe. We as a species have figured out how to climb the highest mountains and endure the extreme weather conditions of the poles, and the worlds deserts. We have airplanes that can fly faster than sound, ships that can explore the depths of the worlds oceans, luxury sea cruisers bigger than some towns.
We can prevent the flu with a vaccine, we have cured Typhoid, Black Plague, Yellow Fever, and numerous other diseases that used to wipe us out in our thousands. We can lessen the effects of Aids, cure some cancers, perform open heart surgery and transplant organs from one human being to another. Nano technology is on the verge of miracles in medicine. But alas dear reader, the common cold, seems to have eluded our finest scientific minds for ages past.
I am calling Bullshit!! Like the engine that can run on water, the cure for this does exist. They are simply keeping it from us for economic reasons.
If you take into account all the billions of dollars that are spent every year on symptom reducers for this seemingly innocent ailment. There are hundreds of them, look at the aisle in the supermarket for cold relief. It as astounding. Nyquil, which used to work somewhat for me, but didn't seem to help much this last time, can be found in its original form, and several generic ripoffs depending on where you shop. This one medicine can be priced from about $5.00 and up. Then there is Dayquil, Alka Seltzer, Sudafed, Theraflu, etc..etc.. the list is endless.The brand name ripoffs are endless, the aisles go on and on with these promises of relief from your cough, runny nose, sneezing, headaches, fevers, cold chills and whatever else you suffer from this time.
Bottom line is dear fellow consumer, they will NEVER give us the cure for the common cold, because the pharmaceutical industry is one of the worlds biggest economy runners and we spend BILLIONS every year on all this stuff which keeps them getting richer and richer on the back of our suffering.
They will never allow the water powered engine either, for the same reasons.
We are doomed to a future of gasoline powered engines and wrapping blankets around ourselves while we get loved ones to fix us our favorite cold medicine and our Chicken Noodle or Tomato soups.
With a pathetic "dank dyou" sniff sniff cough cough, I am retiring back to my sick bed.
Until next time,
A fond farewell.
It is an amazing thing isn't it? we as humans, have apparently mastered the science of space travel, put a man or two on the moon, sent probes into the outer reaches of the universe. We as a species have figured out how to climb the highest mountains and endure the extreme weather conditions of the poles, and the worlds deserts. We have airplanes that can fly faster than sound, ships that can explore the depths of the worlds oceans, luxury sea cruisers bigger than some towns.
We can prevent the flu with a vaccine, we have cured Typhoid, Black Plague, Yellow Fever, and numerous other diseases that used to wipe us out in our thousands. We can lessen the effects of Aids, cure some cancers, perform open heart surgery and transplant organs from one human being to another. Nano technology is on the verge of miracles in medicine. But alas dear reader, the common cold, seems to have eluded our finest scientific minds for ages past.
I am calling Bullshit!! Like the engine that can run on water, the cure for this does exist. They are simply keeping it from us for economic reasons.
If you take into account all the billions of dollars that are spent every year on symptom reducers for this seemingly innocent ailment. There are hundreds of them, look at the aisle in the supermarket for cold relief. It as astounding. Nyquil, which used to work somewhat for me, but didn't seem to help much this last time, can be found in its original form, and several generic ripoffs depending on where you shop. This one medicine can be priced from about $5.00 and up. Then there is Dayquil, Alka Seltzer, Sudafed, Theraflu, etc..etc.. the list is endless.The brand name ripoffs are endless, the aisles go on and on with these promises of relief from your cough, runny nose, sneezing, headaches, fevers, cold chills and whatever else you suffer from this time.
Bottom line is dear fellow consumer, they will NEVER give us the cure for the common cold, because the pharmaceutical industry is one of the worlds biggest economy runners and we spend BILLIONS every year on all this stuff which keeps them getting richer and richer on the back of our suffering.
They will never allow the water powered engine either, for the same reasons.
We are doomed to a future of gasoline powered engines and wrapping blankets around ourselves while we get loved ones to fix us our favorite cold medicine and our Chicken Noodle or Tomato soups.
With a pathetic "dank dyou" sniff sniff cough cough, I am retiring back to my sick bed.
Until next time,
A fond farewell.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Profanity as a tool in the English Language
Trying to go through life without upsetting and offending people can be a trying thing to do sometimes, don't you agree?
My dear old Dad, bless his soul, would never let political correctness come in his way if he had a point to make. I take pride in being just like him. Sometimes, I will be accepted openly as being a refreshing change from the mumbling morons who at every turn try to make excuses for people and their inherent bad behaviour. Other times, I admit, I will cause shock and consternation with my seemingly untethered tongue when I rant and rage about some wrong done. Usually I might add, in language choices usually reserved for below decks on a Navy Ship.
For this, I make no apology, for often, in this day and age, the only language listened to in voice or in the written word is profanity. It does, one must admit, grab the attention and usually forces a reaction from people.
Often, as found by comedians for years now, profanity can be funny. It makes a mundane sentence far more interesting especially in a punchline to a joke. "It blew his fucking head off his shoulders" is far funnier than, "It blew his head off" don't you agree? Descriptive, attention grabbing, and all that good stuff.
Hence brings me to the reason for writing this blog today:
My Garage.......
As some of you will know, my wife Charlotte, and I, are purchasing a home together in Dayton, Ohio.
The reasons for this are many, not least of which, it is next door to a house her parents own, and intend to retire in. Being close as they get old, etc.. etc.. you know what I mean.
This house was built by Army Engineers following WW11, for the returning soldiers and their family's. They are well built and sturdy, but are aging now and need some work.
The garage door on ours, has been rotting on the bottom. It needs to be replaced as finances allow, but for now it has to suffice. I did reinforce the bottom of these said doors with some wooden panels, a temporary fix to see us through the winter months.
We went out of town for a night on New Years to visit some friends, when we returned, we noticed the sand bags we had placed along the bottom of the door to prevent flooding and further damage, had been moved. We also noticed one of the panels I had put up was loose. It looked for all intent that someone had tried to pry the panel loose in an unsuccessful attempt to break into the house during our absence. We of course, have no idea who could have done this.
About a week later, we noticed again that the panel had been again pulled loose. I again fixed it.
Two days ago, we noticed for a third time that the same panel was again loose, as if it had been messed with again.
This time, armed with screws, drill, hammer and nails, I "FIXED" it again and reinforced the whole thing.
I added to the repair with a hand written note on the panel that can only be read up close..I quote, "Whoever is messing with this door. I will catch you, and when I do, I will FUCK you up. I promise. Go ahead, make my year mother fucker"
Below this, in large white painted letters I also wrote for the world to see.."KEEP THE FUCK OUT".
Now, some will say, I have gone over the top. My Dad, is smiling wherever he is, and I? well frankly my dear, if this offends anyone, I DON'T CARE!! It offends me that some prick is messing with my property.
Sometimes, I feel, profanity fits perfectly into a situation and this is one of those times my friends.
Until the next time,
a Fond Farewell.
My dear old Dad, bless his soul, would never let political correctness come in his way if he had a point to make. I take pride in being just like him. Sometimes, I will be accepted openly as being a refreshing change from the mumbling morons who at every turn try to make excuses for people and their inherent bad behaviour. Other times, I admit, I will cause shock and consternation with my seemingly untethered tongue when I rant and rage about some wrong done. Usually I might add, in language choices usually reserved for below decks on a Navy Ship.
For this, I make no apology, for often, in this day and age, the only language listened to in voice or in the written word is profanity. It does, one must admit, grab the attention and usually forces a reaction from people.
Often, as found by comedians for years now, profanity can be funny. It makes a mundane sentence far more interesting especially in a punchline to a joke. "It blew his fucking head off his shoulders" is far funnier than, "It blew his head off" don't you agree? Descriptive, attention grabbing, and all that good stuff.
Hence brings me to the reason for writing this blog today:
My Garage.......
As some of you will know, my wife Charlotte, and I, are purchasing a home together in Dayton, Ohio.
The reasons for this are many, not least of which, it is next door to a house her parents own, and intend to retire in. Being close as they get old, etc.. etc.. you know what I mean.
This house was built by Army Engineers following WW11, for the returning soldiers and their family's. They are well built and sturdy, but are aging now and need some work.
The garage door on ours, has been rotting on the bottom. It needs to be replaced as finances allow, but for now it has to suffice. I did reinforce the bottom of these said doors with some wooden panels, a temporary fix to see us through the winter months.
We went out of town for a night on New Years to visit some friends, when we returned, we noticed the sand bags we had placed along the bottom of the door to prevent flooding and further damage, had been moved. We also noticed one of the panels I had put up was loose. It looked for all intent that someone had tried to pry the panel loose in an unsuccessful attempt to break into the house during our absence. We of course, have no idea who could have done this.
About a week later, we noticed again that the panel had been again pulled loose. I again fixed it.
Two days ago, we noticed for a third time that the same panel was again loose, as if it had been messed with again.
This time, armed with screws, drill, hammer and nails, I "FIXED" it again and reinforced the whole thing.
I added to the repair with a hand written note on the panel that can only be read up close..I quote, "Whoever is messing with this door. I will catch you, and when I do, I will FUCK you up. I promise. Go ahead, make my year mother fucker"
Below this, in large white painted letters I also wrote for the world to see.."KEEP THE FUCK OUT".
Now, some will say, I have gone over the top. My Dad, is smiling wherever he is, and I? well frankly my dear, if this offends anyone, I DON'T CARE!! It offends me that some prick is messing with my property.
Sometimes, I feel, profanity fits perfectly into a situation and this is one of those times my friends.
Until the next time,
a Fond Farewell.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Joran Van Der Sloot Pleads Guilty To Murder Of Stephany Flores
Well, well, surprise surprise.
This moron of course was caught literally red handed this time, so had little option but to plead guilty.
His other option was to try and play the Peruvian Justice system the same way he played his own in Aruba. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have daddy and all the people daddy could influence on his side in Peru.If he had plead not guilty, his punishment would probably be greater. So, again, he took the easy option.
During his confession, he was quoted as saying that he "lost his temper" when Stephany Flores , was using his laptop to look up his involvement in the Natalie Holloway case. He "flew into a rage, and broke her neck". Prosecutors will say it was far more bloody than that and he beat her to a pulp before stealing her cash and credit cards.
This man is quite obviously a seriously flawed, some would say Evil, person. I hate to think what he actually did to poor Natalie Holloway on that night in Aruba. Is their any doubt that he was responsible for her death?
I hope the people in Aruba, who were responsible for keeping this demon seed out of prison and walking amongst innocent girls, have troubled nightmares when they try to sleep at night.
This includes his equally twisted and perverse father, who by all accounts helped him get rid of Natalie, his weak and manipulated Mother, who lied on several occasions to Police and Natalie's Mother about where he was that night, and all the so-called Judges, Police chiefs and investigators that turned blind eyes for cash and let this devil go.
Aruba is as responsible for young Stephany Flores, death as Joran, is himself.
By now, he should be rotting in a gaol on a life sentence or be pushing up Daisey's in an unmarked grave somewhere.
By all accounts, in Peru, he is likely to get a less than severe sentence for this crime. As little as 8 years is possible. I can only hope the Judges on this bench see the light and send this excuse for a human being away for a long, long time. Or maybe, if we get lucky, he will piss off another inmate while in there and someone will shank the bastard and rid us of him once and for all.
Until the next time,
'A fond farewell.
This moron of course was caught literally red handed this time, so had little option but to plead guilty.
His other option was to try and play the Peruvian Justice system the same way he played his own in Aruba. Unfortunately for him, he didn't have daddy and all the people daddy could influence on his side in Peru.If he had plead not guilty, his punishment would probably be greater. So, again, he took the easy option.
During his confession, he was quoted as saying that he "lost his temper" when Stephany Flores , was using his laptop to look up his involvement in the Natalie Holloway case. He "flew into a rage, and broke her neck". Prosecutors will say it was far more bloody than that and he beat her to a pulp before stealing her cash and credit cards.
This man is quite obviously a seriously flawed, some would say Evil, person. I hate to think what he actually did to poor Natalie Holloway on that night in Aruba. Is their any doubt that he was responsible for her death?
I hope the people in Aruba, who were responsible for keeping this demon seed out of prison and walking amongst innocent girls, have troubled nightmares when they try to sleep at night.
This includes his equally twisted and perverse father, who by all accounts helped him get rid of Natalie, his weak and manipulated Mother, who lied on several occasions to Police and Natalie's Mother about where he was that night, and all the so-called Judges, Police chiefs and investigators that turned blind eyes for cash and let this devil go.
Aruba is as responsible for young Stephany Flores, death as Joran, is himself.
By now, he should be rotting in a gaol on a life sentence or be pushing up Daisey's in an unmarked grave somewhere.
By all accounts, in Peru, he is likely to get a less than severe sentence for this crime. As little as 8 years is possible. I can only hope the Judges on this bench see the light and send this excuse for a human being away for a long, long time. Or maybe, if we get lucky, he will piss off another inmate while in there and someone will shank the bastard and rid us of him once and for all.
Until the next time,
'A fond farewell.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Religion as a choice
I am totally sick and tired of people who, use every opportunity when God is mentioned in any way, to preach their own personal beliefs as if they were an unquestionable fact.
Recently, a family member, who apparently is a believer, announced to the Face book world that she had gotten rid of a bad relationship and was starting anew. She had mentioned how she believed God had helped her to this decision. Fair enough you might say, and I would agree. If she believes this to be the case, its her prerogative and she has every right to voice this any way she desires.
I added a word of encouragement to her, stating that if their is indeed a God, he would undoubtedly be happy that she was making the right decisions to be happy in her life, and would be smiling on her.
This comment was met with indignation from more than one, in my opinion idiots, who took this opportunity to spout a barrage of scriptural quotations and apparent outrage that I would dare to assume that God may not exist..
It is my humble opinion, that we are all born with free will. This has to include the right to choose to either believe in a God or not. Or indeed as some of us do, choose to sit on the fence as we do not to pretend to have the answer. The official title that society label us with is I believe Agnostic.
I would never be pretentious enough, as a mere human being, to assume that I could ever know for a fact that a creator does or doesn't exist. I have, as I am sure many of you have, often stared at the splendour of a night sky in all its glory and wondered how far the universe went, how many suns, planets, Galaxies and perhaps other universes, actually do exist.
The scientists tell us that even with the super telescopes that we have created today, we cannot see even a small fraction of what is out there. The human mind, in not capable of understanding the vastness of space or our minute part in it. So, how can anyone say for absolute certain, as an indisputable fact, that God exists and created it all?
We are all entitled to believe whatever we want, and man has attempted, since we were able to walk and talk, to explain it all.
Many writings on the subject, the Bible, the Koran, the Buddhists writings, Hinduism, Muslim, and on and on, all have theorised on mans creation and the creation of all things.
None of these agree in total and none have given a Universally accepted theory of the "facts" because we simply do not know. We probably never will, unless the day comes that we are all actually called to a judgement, and have that "oh shit" moment. Or perhaps the Roswell aliens will come back and land on the Capitol lawn to explain it all to us, who knows?
In the meantime, please spare me you pious ramblings about the "fact" in your minds, that God is real.
You, my religious fanatic friend, know no more than I do, and your conjecture and judgement of others will always be met by a healthy dose of questioning and some pity towards your narrow minded approach from this blogger.
Until my next ramblings,
Farewell.
Recently, a family member, who apparently is a believer, announced to the Face book world that she had gotten rid of a bad relationship and was starting anew. She had mentioned how she believed God had helped her to this decision. Fair enough you might say, and I would agree. If she believes this to be the case, its her prerogative and she has every right to voice this any way she desires.
I added a word of encouragement to her, stating that if their is indeed a God, he would undoubtedly be happy that she was making the right decisions to be happy in her life, and would be smiling on her.
This comment was met with indignation from more than one, in my opinion idiots, who took this opportunity to spout a barrage of scriptural quotations and apparent outrage that I would dare to assume that God may not exist..
It is my humble opinion, that we are all born with free will. This has to include the right to choose to either believe in a God or not. Or indeed as some of us do, choose to sit on the fence as we do not to pretend to have the answer. The official title that society label us with is I believe Agnostic.
I would never be pretentious enough, as a mere human being, to assume that I could ever know for a fact that a creator does or doesn't exist. I have, as I am sure many of you have, often stared at the splendour of a night sky in all its glory and wondered how far the universe went, how many suns, planets, Galaxies and perhaps other universes, actually do exist.
The scientists tell us that even with the super telescopes that we have created today, we cannot see even a small fraction of what is out there. The human mind, in not capable of understanding the vastness of space or our minute part in it. So, how can anyone say for absolute certain, as an indisputable fact, that God exists and created it all?
We are all entitled to believe whatever we want, and man has attempted, since we were able to walk and talk, to explain it all.
Many writings on the subject, the Bible, the Koran, the Buddhists writings, Hinduism, Muslim, and on and on, all have theorised on mans creation and the creation of all things.
None of these agree in total and none have given a Universally accepted theory of the "facts" because we simply do not know. We probably never will, unless the day comes that we are all actually called to a judgement, and have that "oh shit" moment. Or perhaps the Roswell aliens will come back and land on the Capitol lawn to explain it all to us, who knows?
In the meantime, please spare me you pious ramblings about the "fact" in your minds, that God is real.
You, my religious fanatic friend, know no more than I do, and your conjecture and judgement of others will always be met by a healthy dose of questioning and some pity towards your narrow minded approach from this blogger.
Until my next ramblings,
Farewell.
Welcome
Welcome to my Blog.
I am an ex Patriot Brit from the beautiful Isle of Guernsey, in the British Channel Islands.
I have lived and worked for the past 23 years here in the U.S.A.
After stints in California, and 13 years as an over the road Trucker, a massive heart attack, on June 6th 2010, has left me retired on a disability pension in Dayton, Ohio, of all places.
I have been married six times. The latest of these to my beautiful wife Charlotte Rainbow, who now shares this adventure called life with me.
Memories, experiences, and challenges that I have experienced have made me, I think, able to pass on some well earned advice to many people when experiencing the game of life and all its many follies.
Obviously, I have loved much and I have lost some.
My dear parents, George and Joan, who are now sadly departed from us, had taught me much during their time on this planet. Many of the quotes and sayings I will repeat here came from my Father's wise, wickedly sarcastic view of the world that I believe only a hard working life in such a unique place in the world as Guernsey, can instill in a man. It will always be a part of who he was, and in turn who I am.
I happily inherited from him, not only his genetically flawed heart genes, but some of that humor and wit he gladly shared with all who would listen during his all too short 69 years on this planet with us.
That is a brief synopsis of what the reader can expect to find if you chose to join me regularly on this forum. I will take situations and occurrences from life, and attempt to approach them with some wisdom, humor, and hopefully good common sense.
I do not fool myself that I can change the world. I do hope to make it a little more understandable.
Until my next time,
Fond farewell.
I am an ex Patriot Brit from the beautiful Isle of Guernsey, in the British Channel Islands.
I have lived and worked for the past 23 years here in the U.S.A.
After stints in California, and 13 years as an over the road Trucker, a massive heart attack, on June 6th 2010, has left me retired on a disability pension in Dayton, Ohio, of all places.
I have been married six times. The latest of these to my beautiful wife Charlotte Rainbow, who now shares this adventure called life with me.
Memories, experiences, and challenges that I have experienced have made me, I think, able to pass on some well earned advice to many people when experiencing the game of life and all its many follies.
Obviously, I have loved much and I have lost some.
My dear parents, George and Joan, who are now sadly departed from us, had taught me much during their time on this planet. Many of the quotes and sayings I will repeat here came from my Father's wise, wickedly sarcastic view of the world that I believe only a hard working life in such a unique place in the world as Guernsey, can instill in a man. It will always be a part of who he was, and in turn who I am.
I happily inherited from him, not only his genetically flawed heart genes, but some of that humor and wit he gladly shared with all who would listen during his all too short 69 years on this planet with us.
That is a brief synopsis of what the reader can expect to find if you chose to join me regularly on this forum. I will take situations and occurrences from life, and attempt to approach them with some wisdom, humor, and hopefully good common sense.
I do not fool myself that I can change the world. I do hope to make it a little more understandable.
Until my next time,
Fond farewell.
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