Oh my goodness, this Moribund title, let alone being dormant sounds so sad for me. I know I have slowed down in old age, but Moribund???? Dormant, sounds like an old bear in his den, but that may fit me to some degree. I do walk after dinner, can I have a new word please, oh great wizard of the blogs?
So on the off chance I will keep this title forever, please let me ask this question.
Did anyone ever have an occasion to use or remember the "Beep" line while in high school?
Friday, January 21, 2011
Three! Count 'Em.
It started with such promise, this blogging biz.
Several folks who thought there might even be a book in 'em somewhere started writing, and by simply clicking on the links in the blogroll over in that column on the right we were transported and entertained with their thoughts. It was neat, for a while. I sure enjoyed it.
But then, for whatever reason, it kinda died.
Of all the blogs listed in that column, only three are now active...
Mine, Rita's, and a new one by Rita's brother, Crown 'n Coke.
Find and click on "Rumbles From The Vent" there to catch up on C&C's thoughts.
Leave a comment if you're inclined. (And remember it takes a little work to blog, so if you enjoy the words you SHOULD leave a comment!)
'Cause if you don't, I may have to add the tag "Moribund" to another blog or two.
What's goin' on in your life?
Share with us.
Several folks who thought there might even be a book in 'em somewhere started writing, and by simply clicking on the links in the blogroll over in that column on the right we were transported and entertained with their thoughts. It was neat, for a while. I sure enjoyed it.
But then, for whatever reason, it kinda died.
Of all the blogs listed in that column, only three are now active...
Mine, Rita's, and a new one by Rita's brother, Crown 'n Coke.
Find and click on "Rumbles From The Vent" there to catch up on C&C's thoughts.
Leave a comment if you're inclined. (And remember it takes a little work to blog, so if you enjoy the words you SHOULD leave a comment!)
'Cause if you don't, I may have to add the tag "Moribund" to another blog or two.
What's goin' on in your life?
Share with us.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Music
On a lighter note, Question of the week is:
Does Hans Zimmer make music for the movies, or do they make the movies for Hans Zimmer?
Does Hans Zimmer make music for the movies, or do they make the movies for Hans Zimmer?
Friday, January 14, 2011
Wild, Wild West
My first memories of our home on Morgantown road are of a little two-bedroom, one bathroom house in a line of homes, several of which had been built pretty recently. Across the street from us was an empty field. Across the fence behind our house was an empty field. I think I've mentioned here before how one of my favorite memories is hearing a farmer on a "Poppin' Johnny" negotiate the kink in Morgantown Road North of our house and drop the tractor into "road gear" with the ensuing "Pop......pop.....pop...pop..pop.popopopopop as they passed our house. (I still LOVE to hear one run!)
We lived in farm country. Many of us worked on surrounding farms, cleaning stalls, bailing hay, plowing, planting, and harvesting crops.
Indianapolis itself was still a pretty quiet town in spite of its size and the fact it was the seat of Indiana government. The 20 or so miles between our homes and the State Capital isolated us VERY well.
In my growing up years we seldom saw indications of law enforcement...
I'm sure that's partly because there was little need for us to see law enforcement personnel regularly... there was little in the way of crime around us. It was no doubt also a function of the fact that even though the baby-boom had begun, we still had not seen the explosive growth other near-Indy communities were beginning to experience.
In this post I discussed the fact that many of us, (including me), started riding motor scooters in our neighborhoods at the age of 12. I rode my scooter until I was 16 when I bought a more "legitimate" two-wheeler, my Harley "Sprint" motorcycle at the age of 16.
But for almost 4 years I rode that motor scooter freely in our community, aware that I was very unlikely to ever see a State Trooper or Deputy Sheriff, and even if I did they were likely to look the other way rather than going to the trouble to stop a youngster on a harmless motor scooter.
How things have changed, huh? Where could you imagine yourself going today that you would feel comfortable allowing your 12 year old son to ride around the community freely (and TOTALLY illegally) on two wheels of any sort? Cops today certainly would NOT look the other way at such behavior, and lawyers and government functionaries would look upon parents allowing such behavior with disapproval, to say the least.
But we did okay in that environment, didn't we?
We didn't form gangs.
We didn't maim or kill one another.
We didn't threaten our teachers. We didn't phone bomb threats to our school.
We learned respect for hard work. We respected our elders and our neighbors.
And we actually learned how to read early in grade school!
You can never go home again.
But WOW, I SO OFTEN find myself wishing that weren't so these complicated days!
It's Friday.
You want to talk about something other than snow?
Here's your chance...
Regale us.
We lived in farm country. Many of us worked on surrounding farms, cleaning stalls, bailing hay, plowing, planting, and harvesting crops.
Indianapolis itself was still a pretty quiet town in spite of its size and the fact it was the seat of Indiana government. The 20 or so miles between our homes and the State Capital isolated us VERY well.
In my growing up years we seldom saw indications of law enforcement...
I'm sure that's partly because there was little need for us to see law enforcement personnel regularly... there was little in the way of crime around us. It was no doubt also a function of the fact that even though the baby-boom had begun, we still had not seen the explosive growth other near-Indy communities were beginning to experience.
In this post I discussed the fact that many of us, (including me), started riding motor scooters in our neighborhoods at the age of 12. I rode my scooter until I was 16 when I bought a more "legitimate" two-wheeler, my Harley "Sprint" motorcycle at the age of 16.
But for almost 4 years I rode that motor scooter freely in our community, aware that I was very unlikely to ever see a State Trooper or Deputy Sheriff, and even if I did they were likely to look the other way rather than going to the trouble to stop a youngster on a harmless motor scooter.
How things have changed, huh? Where could you imagine yourself going today that you would feel comfortable allowing your 12 year old son to ride around the community freely (and TOTALLY illegally) on two wheels of any sort? Cops today certainly would NOT look the other way at such behavior, and lawyers and government functionaries would look upon parents allowing such behavior with disapproval, to say the least.
But we did okay in that environment, didn't we?
We didn't form gangs.
We didn't maim or kill one another.
We didn't threaten our teachers. We didn't phone bomb threats to our school.
We learned respect for hard work. We respected our elders and our neighbors.
And we actually learned how to read early in grade school!
You can never go home again.
But WOW, I SO OFTEN find myself wishing that weren't so these complicated days!
It's Friday.
You want to talk about something other than snow?
Here's your chance...
Regale us.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
