GAS PRICES (224)

TECHNOLOGY HAS ITS UPSIDE (S).   ONE ACCESSIBLE ENTERTAINMENT IS READING SCRIPTS OF MOVIES, THAT ARE AUDIBLY BEYOND OLD FOLKS HEARING.  THE BEST MONEY SPENT LATELY  WAS ON “RABBIT EARS”.  THERE ARE NOW BRITISH PRODUCTS I CAN PARTIALLY  DECIPHER.

ALSO YOU CAN GOOGLE ALL KINDS OF QUOTES.   TWO OF MY ALL TIME FAVORITES ARE FROM “JUSTIFIED” ( ELMORE LEONARD’S RAYLAN, BOYD AND ART. )  AND (2) ”  “LONESOME DOVE”.

THE FAMOUS BAR SCENE  FEATURES AN UNRECOGNIZED CAP’T GUS MCRAE COLD-COCKING A SURLY, SLOW BARTENDER WITH HIS SIX-SHOOTER.  BACK “…WHEN PEOPLE AROUND HERE WANTED US TO BE SENATORS, WE DIDN’T TOLERATE DAWDLING SERVICE.   AND WE DON’T NOW!” BOOM GOES THE EMPTY SHOT GLASS.

IN THE NEXT SCENE, ON HORSEBACK AND HAVING EXITED  THE BAR, GUS HUFFS TO WOODROW–“WHEN WEE WILLIE MONTGOMERY WAS AROUND HE DIDN’T TOLERATE ANY DAWDLING BARTENDERS!”   WOODROW RESPONDS:  “YOU WERE JUST MAD BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHO WE ARE.”

I THINK EVERY YOUNG PERSON SHOULD WORK IN A SERVICE JOB, DEALING WITH THE PUBLIC.  EQUALLY, WHEN CUSTOMERS RUDELY ATTACK DEFENSELESS WAITERS AND SUCH, MY TEMPERATURE RISES.

MY MENTOR IN SUCH MATTERS, “COUNTRY” BOYKIN , WAS GIVEN SOME LONG, PJAMA PANTS FOR CHRISTMAS.  FLOWERS AND SUCH.  NOT QUITE HIS STYLE.  WITH RECEIPT IN HAND AND A REFUND REQUESTED,  HE WAS OFFERED HALF OF THE RECEIPTED PURCHASE.  REASON?  “THIS ITEM IS NOW ON SALE FOR THIS NEW PRICE”  HEATED DISCUSSION FOLLOWED, CULMINATING IN THE FOLLOW DIALOG BETWEEN THE SALESPERSON, THE ASSISTANT MANAGER, THE MANAGER AND MY FRIEND.

FRIEND:  DO YOU HAVE A PAIR OF SCISSORS?

MANAGEMENT:  WHAT DO YOU WANT SCISSORS FOR?

FRIEND:  SO I CAN CUT UP THIS CREDIT CARD AND GIVE EACH ONE OF YOU A PIECE TO STICK   — —- —!

RECENTLY ANOTHER EXAMPLE FEATURED “COUNTRY” HAVING LOCKED HIS KEYS IN HIS HIGH LEVEL VEHICLE, THAT CAME  COMPLETE WITH EYE IN THE SKY TECHNOLOGY TO UNLOCK SAID VEHICLE.    ONE PROBLEM.  “WHAT IS YOUR PASSWORD?”

OUT OF TOWN, NOT THE FOGGIEST GUESS AT THE PASSWORD, AND DENIED SEVERAL REQUESTS TO “…JUST UNLOCK THE DOOR!”  USE YOUR OWN BEST LANGUAGE TO FILL IN THE FOLLOWING:

“LOOK, YOU (BLEEP),  I WRITE YOU A (BLEEP) CHECK EVERY (BLEEP) MONTH FOR (BLEEP) DOLLARS.  NOW (BLEEP) YOU FORGET ABOUT SOME (BLEEP) PASSWORD (BLEEP), AND OPEN UP MY (BLEEP) CAR, LIKE YOU (BLEEP) SAID (BLEEP) YOU WOULD, OR  (CONTINUED BLEEPS, THREATS, AND PROMISES)

QUIET.  CLICK.  THANK YOU.

GAS STATIONS NOW HAVE THEIR OWN PUZZLES.  WITH 80 YEARS OLD IN SIGHT I CAN REMEMBER A “GAS WAR” THAT REDUCED A GALLON OF SOUTH CAROLINA GAS TO ELEVEN CENTS.  NOT ONLY THAT AN ATTENDANT WOULD PUMP THE GAS, CLEAN YOU WINDOWS, CHECK THE OIL AND WATER, AND  THANK HIS CUSTOMER.

GAS GOT UP TO FOUR DOLLARS PLUS IN THE SUMMER OF 2008.   PRETTY STEADY TILL JUST RECENTLY, BUT EDGING UP WITH OMINUS PREDICTIONS FOR FUTURE.

NOW EACH STATION HAS ITS OWN MAZE,  REQUIRING READING THE CONSTANTLY CHANGING DIRECTIONS.  FUNDAMENTAL QUESTION  FOR LUDDITE CASH CUSTOMERS IS DO YOU PAY BEFORE OR AFTER PUMPING.  NEIGHBORHOOD CONSIDERATIONS?

LAST WEEK I PULLED INTO A FAMILIAR STATION IN A TOWN I HAD LIVED IN TWENTY YEARS.  NOT ONLY THE FORMER STATION MANAGER WAS FRIENDLY, HE WAS A LONG TIME EMPLOYEE.  NOW THE STATION HAD CHANGED HANDS, MANAGERS AND PUMP DIRECTIONS.   PULLING TO MIDDLE PUMP, AND ABOUT BEGIN I SAW THE SIGN SAYING “DIESEL ONLY”. OKAY,  I PULLED UP TO THE NEXT PUMP WITH THE TYPICAL THREE CHOICES AND PUNCHED IN “PAY INSIDE” AND WAITED.    NO INSTRUCTION FOR A LONG TIME SO I WENT INSIDE AND LEFT 30$.  I LIFTED THE PUMP, PRESSED UNLEADED AND LET FLY.   GOT TO $5.91 WHEN IT STOPPED AND THE DESK JOCKEY COMES RUNNING WITH HALF A DOZEN INSTRUCTIONS, WITH THE DAWDLING BARTENDERS ATTITUDE.

WHILE FINISHING  PUMPING AS DIRECTED I DECIDED TO BE CIVIL.  I WENT INSIDE AND SAID, “SORRY”.  HE GRUNTED AND GAVE ME THE SAME LOOK OF DISDAIN.

THEN IT KICKED IN.  I SAID “…AT LEAST WE WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THIS THE NEXT TIME.  HE GRUNTED AGAIN AND I ADDED “…BECAUSE THERE NEVER WIIL BE A (BLEEP, BLEEP, BLEEP) NEXT TIME.”

I’M A QUICK STUDY.  THANKS, COUNTRY.

“HERE’S  TO THE SUNNY SLOPES OF DAYS GONE BY”

 

 

 

 

 

FLIP/FLOP? (223)

For one, I am disappointed in the lack of joyous response to the Pope’s cutting us heathens some slack on the existence of a hell.  See blog 223.

At the same time all that is in, or on, or posted, deal with Trump– none of which lends much “joy”.

Should there not be an inverse relation of these two topics?

What the Hell? (223)

BIG WEEK AT EMERALD ISLE.  WON $27 AT THE VFW POKER GAME,  GRANDSON TOOK FIRST POOP IN POT, POPE DECLARES THERE IS NO HELL.  POKER, POOP, POPE.

WHOA!  RUN THAT BY ME AGAIN.  NO HELL?  AND NOBODY CELEBRATING BUT ME?

BEING A PREACHER’S KID I SPENT A LOT OF PEW TIME.

THERE ARE DEGREES AND VARIETIES OF ALL RELIGIONS APPARENTLY.  BAPTISTS MORESO THAN OTHERS (SOUTHERN, FREE WILL, MODERATE, EVANGELICAL, ETC.)

MY  “PRIMITIVE BAPTIST” GRANDMOTHER’S ANNUAL TWO STAY CLARIFIED THAT.  AND WHILE MY DAD WAS A WAKE FOREST GRADUATED “MODERATE”,  NONE OF THE BRANCHES WERE NOT COGNIZANT  OF “…HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE!”  LATER I BEGAN TO SUSPECT IT WAS SOME KIND OF TRUMP CARD TO REIGN IN MY LITTLE ASS, BUT AT FIVE AND SIX YEARS OLD MY EARS PERKED UP WHEN THE TERM SENT MY IMAGINATION  INTO THE TERROR  ZONE OF “…BURNING IN HELL FOR ETERNITY!”

I HAD ALREADY BEEN IDENTIFIED AS A THEIF, A LIAR, AND STUPID,  HAVING NIPPED MY 50 CENT COLLECTION ENVELOPE WITHOUT REALIZING MY DAD COUNTED THE MONEY.  THEN SWORE THAT CHOIR MEMBER BROWNIE SWANN GAVE IT TO ME.  I  SPENT A LOT OF TIME LOOKING AT BROWNIE.

NEEDLESS TO SAY IMAGES OF HELL WERE “SEARED” IN MY THINKING (PUN INTENDED).  I MEAN SEARED!

THAT IMAGINATION, NOW NEARING 78 YEARS OLD HAS NEW LIFE.  AND, WHILE I HAVE CALLED SEVERAL FRIENDS I KNOW WHO SHOULD BE HAPPY,  NO ONE SEEMS TO APPRECIATE WHAT THE POPE HAS UNLEASHED.    SOME ARE EVEN UNHAPPY.   AS A YOUNGSTER I THOUGHT A CHURCH MEMBER WAS SAYING “BIBBASEZ” INSTEAD OF BIBLE SAYS.   JARED DIAMOND CITES “REASONS FOR RELIGION”, SUCH AS EXPLANATION, COMFORT, ANXIETY, ETC.  ONE IS REVENGE!  THIS MAY BE A GAME CHANGER:  “NO HELL?  GUESS I’LL HAVE TO TAKE THAT SUCKER OUT MYSELF!”

ONE REASON FOR RELIGION DIAMOND CITES IS ” JUSTIFICATION FOR WARS”.

FRIEDRICH NIETZCHE :  IF THERE WAS NO GOD MANKIND WOULD HAVE INVENTED HIM.

MY SISTER-IN-LAW SAYS THE POPE HAS FREED UP A  LOT OF PARENTAL NAMING POSSIBILITIES–I.E. ADOLF, OSAMA, CAPONE,  DILLINGER,  BLUE DUCK, CURLY, ETC.

MARIE IS A LITTLE CAUSTIC.

COACH MORNINGSTAR SAYS “SEX” IS UNDEFEATED.  AND NOW THAT DAMNATION FOR THOUGHTS  (THINK JIMMY CARTER) ISN’T A FRIGHT,  I DON’T THINK THOSE GUYS COULD BE FOUND DAMNABLE FOR SEXUAL DALLIANCES  (CLINTON, EDWARDS, TRUMP, GARY HART, TIGER,  ETC.)   MAYBE  WHOEVER “MADE SEX” MADE IT TOO POWERFUL FOR US HUMANS.   SWAGGART AND JIM BAKER SHOULD STILL SWING.

WHAT DO WE DO WITH “WHAT THE HELL”, “LET’S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE”, “YOU WILL ROT IN HELL”, ETC?  HELL IF I KNOW.

AT LEAST I WON’T GO TO HELL FOR USING ALL CAPS.

WHATEVER A  PLETHORA IS, THERE’S ONE FOR FRESH THOUGHT.   “…I’M LOSING WEIGHT AND TURNING KINDA PALE.  LOOKS LIKE I’VE GOT A TIGER BY THE TAIL”

MY GRANDSON WAS ASKED HOW A POOP “HAPPENS”?  WITH A LOOK OF —HOW COULD YOU ASK?  HE SAID, ” … IT JUST SLIDES OUT.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE GRIP TRAINER (DEMO) 222

 

Perhaps the most significant tennis change in recent history is the development of the two handed backhand.   Even young players can tattoo an offensive topspin groundstroke.   No reasonable coach disputes that.

Jim Verdieck was a great coach whose business card stated “I didn’t change anything, I gave you a new one.” The addition he referred to is a one handed underspin slice or chip.

Young players have trouble developing this shot, as a strange new grip is required, and new forearm muscles must be developed and trained. The many functions this new grip enhances is worth the work required (defensive backhands, lobs, all volleys except high forehands, the service, etc.).   Recently I experimented with a simple home made teaching aid: A balloon tied with a light string (2 to 3 feet long) to a badminton racket’s center string or “sweet spot”/  Note that the very light racket and balloon allow a classic one handed backhand volley, aided by a backhand grip.

Having recently worked with high school players, too few know the value of this tool.   Young girls and little boys struggle and it takes time. However few quality players are without this ability.

This drill allows almost immediate success with proper technique, using the new forearm muscles needed. The youngster will tell you quickly: “… I can feel that pulling my arm muscles!” Don’t allow them to overdo this and cause tennis elbow.

A LITTLE CHILD WILL LEAD THEM (222)

A friend sent me this link – https://www.facebook.com/GovMattBevin/videos/1828469310786287/

A response by Kentucky Governor Bevin, centered around the gun control issue:

Gov. Bevin, in my opinion, made the central point that American culture has changed dramatically, and lists a number of changes he feels are related to the current school tragedies. One concern about rampant violence are video games. The article below was in today’s news: News and Observer, March 25, 2018: “Fortnite Battle Royal” has “…has emerged as the latest gaming sensation. It is about a zombie apocalypse triggered by an extinction-level-event storm.” Players “… try to be the last contestant standing….”

In 1948, a few culture changes back, we had no video games. In my PLAY IS WHERE LIFE IS, I described how issues were often settled:

“About this time we’d found Melvin Steele down near the Dan River. They lived in the bottoms, and Mel’s dad, Mutt, was a plumber. Not only that he was an amateur boxer and taught Mel how to fight. This aided our arsenal.
Fighting was part of the deal and I’d done my share. Being the preacher’s kid my dad got every report. He’d “strap” me for fighting, I’d whip Tuddy or somebody else the next day.
One day E.T. called me into his “study”, a room upstairs in the parsonage where he’d prepare sermons. This memory is very vivid. The study was blue, another Sunday school classroom was pink, one was yellow.
My dad sat with his back to me facing out the window, toward the garden.
The conversation went like this, “Son, you continue to get into fights. I’ve strapped you, grounded you, lectured you, and done everything I know. Today we change course.”
Whereupon he removed his big leather belt and off his shirt.
He turned and told me, “Now you hit me until I tell you to stop.” I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t hit my dad. He demanded, I cried. He demanded. I hit him. “Harder.” I hit him. “Harder.” This progressed until I could see red marks through my tears.
Finally he turned, took the strap, sat me down, and simply said, “…now you know how it feels for me to hit you.”
I didn’t stop fighting altogether after that, but most of what I did I justified as necessary. We solved lots of problems fighting; too bad guns and knives got added.
I missed the best fight however, having moved out of Madison in the sixth grade. I’ve
heard it was legendary, especially told by Billy. We used to call out foes by saying, “..I’ll meet you after school.” Often we did, Melvin called a school bully out, only to the school baseball field, and at lunch during a school day. It was a classic. Although the bully was older, tough, bigger, and willing, Mel knew via his dad, how to fight. It went on for thirty minutes, the whole lunch period, and was witnessed by almost all the students who were out in the field.
The principal’s office overlooked the field and as the crowd exited, the principal and many faculty could be seen looking out the window.
The bully never bothered anyone much after that, I was told.”
This was pre-integration.
A culture shift I witnessed came after 1954 (Brown vs Brown). I never attended an integrated school, high school, or college. Or, for that matter, graduate school. On the first road trip my team took, a team member made a racist comment. I sternly told him I would not tolerate that. However I noticed how he seemed he was justified, or right. And that period of college student (late 1960’s and early 70’s.) seemed a whole lot more angry about race than my friends and colleagues.
These kids, black and white, were on the initial battle lines of our most intense public education “culture change”. White kids contended “…you didn’t have your lunch money stripped from you. You could fight without being stabbed or gang banged. Your teachers and administrators had control of discipline–certainly not afraid of the students themselves.”
FEAR AND INTIMIDATION have a high success rate. Try the Mafia’s history. Threaten one’s children and you may get your way. No one suffered intimidation more than the black population of America. In David Halberstam’s THE RECKONING he describes how young blacks realized they had to confront racism before they had children, having witnessed their parent’s fear of someone hurting their children and thus not being able to act.

So many of the “school shooters” fit a similar profile: Teenaged, white, male, not much parental foresight. Isn’t it logical to try to prevent this scenario?
Is this the algorithim we must better identify?
1. I can’t fight them
2. No one at school will help.
3. My parent(s) won’t do anything. Or don’t know how.
4. I’ll practice my videos and get good. Daydream of revenge.
5. I am great at this.
6. Somehow access to an assault weapon
7. “After tomorrow that son of a bitch will never scare me again. Nor will his buddies.”

At the same time I watched Gov. Bevin’s culture talk, the news was filled with the young people’s marches. My guess is Isaiah 11:6 may have more impact.

ON THE ROAD AGAIN (221)

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2018
Bob Dylan Setlist
at Altice Arena, Lisbon, Portugal
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Things Have Changed

It Ain’t Me, Babe

Highway 61 Revisited

Simple Twist of Fate

Summer Days

Make You Feel My Love

Honest With Me

Tryin’ to Get to Heaven

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

Pay in Blood

Tangled Up in Blue

Soon After Midnight

Early Roman Kings

Desolation Row

Spirit on the Water

Thunder on the Mountain

Why Try to Change Me Now
(Cy Coleman Jazz Trio cover)

Love Sick

Encore:
Blowin’ in the Wind

Ballad of a Thin Man