OK.... it"s hot

.... very unusually warm spell around my part of the world.  Memorial Day weekend is a toss up.... very cold, wet... warm.  2010 hit the warm end.  I don't care.  I love it.  Oh, granted it has moments.... sweat, sunburn, mosquitoes, ugly fat people wearing tank tops, a few nights of uncomfortable sleeping.... but gimmee dat ol' time hot weather any old day.  I mean...let me just list a few things that summer has over winter.... and these are just a few.

1) you never have to scrape a windshield when it is warm

2) you can drink beer while mowing the lawn... ha! try to do that shoveling snow!

3) young girls on roller-blades look lotz cuter than girls in snowmobile suits.

4) you can cook food outdoors while wearing shorts and sandals

5) you can ride a bike.  Trying doing that in minus 15 weather!

6) you never get stuck in a snowy drive way.

7) boating is way cooler than ice skating

8) Beer in the evening by the Lake.  Unjustifiably the best.

9) women sun tan almost near naked.  Now I am a civilized guy... but I am a guy!

10) Hot weather pisses off Randal Graves.

..... gotta go light the BBQ.... burgers &spuds with Tiger Sauce!

ya gotzta have friends!

Just a word about friends.  You never know where or how or why or when you meet them.  Bang.  Next thing you know.... there they are!  And I don't mean Facebook Friends.

One of my oldest friends I met when we were in college and both cab  drivers.  His hair was half-way down his back and we called him 'Dimly-Lit'.  Now his hair line is half-way up his head and he is a successful  financial manager.

One of my dearest friends..... actually one of my son's best friends all through grade school and High School , has started writing her own blog about, as she explains,

" devoted to examining our society of artificials -- from artificial food to artificial history -- and finding ways to obtain healthier and more informed living. Re-evaluate, re-discover, re-evolve".

Now, Jayna  never did anything part way.  She was one of the best girl's soccer players in town (as well as better than a bunch of the boys).... basketball too... ....she also had one of the most inquisitive minds I have ever had the pleasure to meet.  For a few years she was like an 'auxiliary' daughter.  I think she was at my house enough that she kept a spare tooth brush just in case.  She studied in the UP of Michigan and is now living with her husband in Salt Lake City.... and still kicking ass.  Check her blog.  Tell her, okjimm sent you.

reevolved.blogspot.com

One of my newer friends I met while he was perusing the 27 tap handles at Oblio's.  Turns out he could walk the walk as well as talk the talk.  The guy knows beer!  He also writes of the the neatest cleanest crispiest spiffo-keen blogs around.    oshkoshbeer.blogspot.com 

you can never have too many friends!!

I went looking for America....

....... and got waylaid at a Tea Party.

& they didn't have any Led Zeppelin and the cookies were stale!

Nope!

Wowsers!  I still have nothing significant to say about:
Life
Teabaggers
World Cup Soccer
Madonna
Peanut Butter
Beer
Republicans
BP
Nazi Socialism
Road Construction
Sex
Free Lunch



...... just gimmee a bit more time!

My mind is on Vacation.... Part deuce

...... but I've sent the appropriate postcards.   & added one for Randal.

Beans!

Road Construction. Difficult to get to the coffee house. I have been de-beaned! Decaffeinated.

I simply cannot write anything unless I am very jittery or very juicy. (& I ain't speaking of oranges &apples.)

I knew a girl who was almost a lady

She had a way with all the men in her life

Every inch of her blossomed in beauty

And she was born on the fourth of July

Well she lived in an aluminum house trailer

And she worked in a juke box saloon

And she spent all the money I give her

Just to see the old man in the moon



On May fourth, 1970, Jeffery Glenn Miller, 20, Allison B. Krause, 19, William Knox Schroeder, 19 and Sandra Lee Scheuer, 20 died on a campus mall in a college in Ohio.

There were protests on campus to demonstrate against Richard Nixon's illegal expansion of the war in Viet Nam into Cambodia. The National Guard were called out. Sometime during the protest the Guard opened fire, killing the four students and wounding nine others. Sandra was walking to class and was over 130 yards from the Guardsmen.





On May fifth I was a seventeen year old high school senior and I walked out of my American Social Problems class in disgust when the teacher would not deviate from his planned lecture of the Cold War to discuss what had happened at Kent. My departure was rather vocal, if I remember correctly, and loud enough to draw the attention of teachers from adjoining class rooms. I alternately lambasted the teacher, a droll cardboard caricature of a man who had a nervous habit of rolling chalk in his hands, and invited other students to walk out with me.











I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory

And awake in the dawn's early light

But much to my surprise

When I opened my eyes

I was a victim of the great compromise

Well, this was a small town in Western Wisconsin in a county where the cows undoubtedly out numbered the humans. I mention this only to over as explanation why, in 1970, no one else joined me. I left through the back door and crossed the parking lot to park my ass on the steps leading up to the practice athletic field. Maybe there were eyes watching me from the windows. I don't know and really didn't care.



Well we'd go out on Saturday evenings

To the drive-in on Route 41

And it was there that I first suspected

That she was doin' what she'd already done

She said "Johnny won't you get me some popcorn"

And she knew I had to walk pretty far

And as soon as I passed through the moonlight

She

hopped into a foreign sports car



Well you know I could have beat up that fellow

But it was her that had hopped into his car

Many times I'd fought to protect her

But this time she was goin' too far



In about fifteen minutes the Vice-Principal, a wiry athletic Italian man with the vocal range of a Marine Drill Sargent and the personality of a wolverine, came striding across the lot toward me. Emile knew me. He was also an assistant football coach. I think I was crying when he sat down next to me. He said nothing. I didn't look at him.



Some time, hours it seemed then, he said, "You graduate in four weeks." It seemed like a growl of thunder, only whispered.





"Go home, today, Jim. Come back tomorrow," and he got up and walked back across the parking lot and into the school. He didn't look back.





Now some folks they call me a coward

'Cause I left her at the drive-in that night

But I'd druther have names thrown at me

Than to fight for a thing that ain't right



Now she writes all the fellows love letters

Saying "Greetings, come and see me real soon"

And they go and line up in the barroom

And spend the night in that sick woman's room

But sometimes I get awful lonesome

And I wish she was my girl instead

But she won't let me live with her

And she makes me live in my head



I graduated in four weeks and a year and a half later I was walking around in socks and underwear at an Army induction center in Milwaukee taking my Draft physical. I did not serve and did not go to Viet Nam. But that is a different story.



I still love America passionately but as with all loves, things happen that change the love but not the fundamental equation.

I used to sleep at the foot of Old Glory

And awake in the dawn's early light

But much to my surprise

When I opened my eyes

I was a victim of the great compromise





Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart.



lyrics- John Prine

Susanne at theEdge of Madness---- In res Media

Greta had already published four novels when I met her. "It's not like it's made me rich," she explained when we got around to the subject of 'what do you do'.  She was short with ocean blue eyes you would want to fish in that were framed with long waving black hair tinged with streaks of premature gray.  She had a voice that reminded me of a moth that would flirt with the flame of a candle but was yet  sensible enough not to fly too close.  I read her books later.  The first was quite good, but the rest, while not terrible, explained why she would never get rich from them.  Our children were the same age and went to the same school and that is how we met.  The sporting events, music recitals, evening art shows.  She was separated, acrimoniously, from her husband who was the Dean of Something or Something at the University and I was as well, though more congenially, from my wife who was striving to be a Something or Something though she was decidedly unsure of what that something should be.  So Greta and I went on a date, drank copious amounts of Tequila and then made love in a furiously passionate manner that later made me think that it wasn't sex at all that we had engaged in but rather a competition of whom could write the best paragraph.  I think fondly still  of the punctuation from that night.

Maybe if Greta had been a dancer or a painter or even a ceramic artist things would have turn out differently but she was what she was and it didn't turn out differently and there is no sense thinking about it anymore than there would be reflecting on how my nose would look better than if I had gotten drunk and and broke it when  ran into that parked car. Some things you cannot change though I think if she had been a dancer she may have broken my nose during that night of carnal adventure.  We never had sex again.  We did kept seeing each other spending nights listening to Oscar Peterson and Artie Shaw and old blues artists.  Sometimes we went to clubs when there were decent jazz groups.  No more tequila.  She switched to gin and I drank beer.  I occasionally had sensory flashbacks on how nice her ass had looked in the candlelight that time and once even suggested we give it a go again. She just grinned and said that I was an atheistic ex Catholic and she was an atheistic Jew and that " We would have to NOT believe in the same religion to make THAT work again.", which had just enough irony in it that I never brought up the subject again though thinking about it did give me a twinge behind the zipper.

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more later..... perhaps

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