YAY! Opening Day is here! Hope springs eternal! 162 games to go, let's see how this shakes out. Go Sox!
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Monday, April 1, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Eyes Wide Open
Ok, how many of you had "ON TV" back in like '79, '80 or so? I remember one night I was left home alone and watched my first porn on here. It was called "Ginger" from 1971. Yes, this movie had it all. Memories...
ON TV was a precursor to cable tv that was only available in a few markets, Chicago being one of them. Check out this Wikipedia for some pretty cool info on how they did this magical technology back then. ON TV on Wikipedia
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Blind Faith
Reap what you sow, and then turn away
Life is not by design, it's designed by fate.
At the vanishing point is where the present will stop
What lies beyond that, I know not.
Life is not by design, it's designed by fate.
At the vanishing point is where the present will stop
What lies beyond that, I know not.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
The Road
Asphalt highways, and concrete roads
The on ramps of life, the exits of old.
Some journeys begin, some journeys wane
Fleeting paths, never crossed again.
On through the night, and into the dark
Miles to go, take it out of park.
The search goes on, for what’s never found
The past in the mirror, I can’t turn around.
The on ramps of life, the exits of old.
Some journeys begin, some journeys wane
Fleeting paths, never crossed again.
On through the night, and into the dark
Miles to go, take it out of park.
The search goes on, for what’s never found
The past in the mirror, I can’t turn around.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Sunsets Of Innocence
Somewhere in time, it all seemed so clear. The world was much smaller then. The trials and tribulations of maturity had
yet to begin.
In the days of my youth, as the summer day began its evening surrender
I would often look to the west before the gloaming.
The sky seemed so vivid then, purples and oranges ablaze as
the sun left us to light up the other side of the world. Contrails fading from sight as birds chirped
their farewell calls. Streetlights and
porch lights pressed into their nightly service. Dirty hands and knees headed for home to the
aromas of various family dinners on the tables waiting for all to gather.
I recall at that age telling myself to never forget these
images, to tuck them away in the back of my mind. In those brief moments many summers past
nothing else mattered.
Sunsets of innocence, till I see you again.
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