QChapitre the next.
By candlelight.
After all these years.
Sketches
Wondering without forging wordy girders.
Building the foundation for a new bridge.
Destination.
To be decided.
Soon…
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Are you prepared to go?
News of my high school/college/fraternity/sorority prom date’s father’s death:
A nod to my new facebook friend, Rhonda Vincent, who, like her contemporary, Claire Lynch, has provided many an insightful moment of joyous bluegrass music.
I contemplate my mortality on a sunny Wednesday – nothing but blue skies, temp in the mid-50s (Fahrenheit), cats asleep on the bed.
I guess the last time I saw Monica was at her wedding in Kosciusko, Mississippi, many years ago. Since then, her two children, Christy and Jeremy, have grown up, and her facebook update indicates she and her husband are contemplating a move to Singapore.
She and I shared a near-fatal car smashup with two other secondary schoolmates.
And now her father is dead, his last moment alive spent in an automobile.
This is a day when the intersecting cycles and spirals of life put me in a blue mood.
Sure, I’m healthy and happy for my age and physical condition.
Going to the fan pages of musicians may divert my attention but my thoughts wander away.
Of what worth am I if I can find no comforting words to give what for many years people considered my closest friend and girlfriend?
Monica, I don’t know what to say. Our paths diverged so long ago that I’m not sure who you are anymore, although you seem to have lived a good medium-to-upper middle class life raising two good kids.
Your father sat down with me and had a serious discussion of the possibilities of he and I being father and son in-law.
He honestly told me that some of my immature actions when I was younger had caused him to wonder about the relationship between you and me, but he trusted you, and he had watched me mature into a good, young man.
He advised me to look around his house and see if it represented the kind of lifestyle I would expect if I married you or someone like you because, after all, it was the lifestyle to which you had grown accustomed.
He wanted grandchildren one day and would expect his son in-law to go deer hunting with him on occasions, although water skiing was a good substitute (his joking reference he made to the summers we skiied on the lake at your family’s lakefront property).
Other than that, he hoped I’d focus on my university studies and choose a good career to support a family, no matter who I decided to marry.
Good, solid advice.
Here we are, 30 years or so out of secondary school and now he’s gone.
You and I are middle-aged, your children making adult decisions of their own at about the age your father gave me sage wisdom.
That’s all I know.
All I’ve got to offer.
Your legacy is secure.
More than plenty.
I’m happy for you.
We’ve had good lives.
I celebrate your father’s life, knowing your children will talk about the wisdom and advice you and Dean gave them and their future spouses, because they had your father in their lives, gently guiding them in the right direction.
Championship Rings
On a solar scale.
I can’t help but think about the film “Akira” today. I know many of you have.
I’m not a manga fan, picking the film up last year at a going-out-of-business sale by a local video rental store that lost out to the redbox business plan.
I may have heard of “Akira” once or twice before by some of my former employees who were into niche markets exemplified by Comic-Con, Dragon*Con, Trekkie conferences, offroad/4×4 events and ham radio swap fests.
Meanwhile, the Chargers savour another win while preparing for the next game.
I must decide about moments yet to be.
Is there a place for me in our socioeconomic system, either on the micro or macro scale? Or both?
If I do not exist, does it matter what these states of energy do with themselves?
Although thoughts from many walks of life flow through me, I am a relatively simple guy.
Is there a place for simple in today’s economy?
“Noisemakers are not allowed,” the loud announcer said noisily over the PA system. What?
To what am I sensitised today? Usually, I feel a level of tension build up and then assign an event that serves as the relief valve.
All of us are motivated by something.
I think and I write.
Maybe it’s time to move from “I” to “i” to encourage movement along the path of absence of self.
Otherwise, vanity will get the best of me.
It’s easy to talk about states of energy being absent of good and evil when one has a solid sense of one’s comfortable set of moral and ethical boundaries provided by subcultural guidance and natural/genetic propensity of some sort.
I am a member of my species, not another, although i contain close to 100% of the same genetic material as many other combined states of energy we call separate species, whether they/we are directly codependent or indirectly tied to me through the global ecosystem.
Imagine the impossible and then make the impossible practical.
As my accountant said, there are many people with 100 patents in their names but few of them are earning a living off their inventions.
I hope Jennifer Hudson is not taking uppers or other “dietetic” supplements to push her weight down.
I before e, except after c.
Mixing formality informally.
Asking because i don’t know or need/want to know everything.
I forget what I told myself to do, repeating, repeating because I can’t remember I was once i before.
What’s next for me?
Is simply observing enough?
The universe is vaster than my readily-available thought set but it doesn’t stop me from adding new memories, neither punishing nor rewarding myself for recognising I’ve regained lost memories or lost them forever because I know these states of energy like to demonstrate the concepts of inertia and entropy for no other reason than to play a joke on themselves.
I fade away slowly. i guess that’s simple enough for now.
Braveheart: is that a real tattoo?
When pictures speak louder than words, don’t let your touchtyping get in the way.
When 2500 people in a capacity crowd and more who wanted to get in but can’t are focused on one thing and one thing only, you can reach new heights.
History will record the names of the individuals – I see a whole team cocooned by a network of love and support that heals wounds, old and new.
We eulogise the dead, both old and new – from a WWI veteran to tsunami/earthquakes victims to innocent lives cut short by terrorism.
And tonight, in a humble town in north-central Alabama, a basketball team celebrates with friends, family, fans and community.
I salute you, the participants, both teams having won a place in my memory for their passion.
The Stillman pep band as good as any BET marching band competitor, the UAH pep band and cheerleaders making me believe when they moved and moved me as one.
We lived in the moment together and it was better than any movie, any concert, any television show, any any any thing at all.
It was almost as good as…well, this is a family-oriented blog so I won’t say what you know I was going to say. Almost…well, maybe better even (in some ways)!
A nod to Naomi Flanagan, wherever she is, for inspiring me to put value on the balance between work and family.
“That’s what finishing strong looks like” – right you are.
If I haven’t demonstrated to you the strength of living in the moment, I don’t know what else to do besides keep on living the way I do, the past no longer existing and the future never guaranteed.
You are the only reason I’m here, celebrating life as if it’s the only moment we’ll ever have with one another.
Free of worry. Free of want.
Free.
States of energy in all their glory.
More nods: Papa Gyro’s for dinner tonight; Century Buick jacket by Cutter & Buck; Bill Penney Toyota for putting new tires on my wife’s ’02 Camry today; the free face painting; Tuscaloosa Charter bus; SportsMed athletic trainer; the guy with the T-shirt that read, “Nobody trains to lose”; ticket makers such as Weldon, Williams & Lick; the students who made the banner to be signed by fans and alumni after the game; the tournament trophy maker; those I’ve forgotten in my excitement although they made important contributions to tonight’s main event.
One word: AXIOS. I don’t know what it means but it means something important to somebody.
The power to heal is a lot of responsibility because it’s also the power to tear apart systems in order to get to the deeper, less superficial, root of a problem we don’t know is there until we examine with the state-of-the-art, bleeding-edge instruments we aren’t sure will work until we’ve lost ourselves in the quest for the unknown future.
Strive for the unknown because that’s all there is.
Enjoy your talents for what they give you, and the people around you, in the here and now.
No one will remember me after I’m gone but my impact will last forever – I’m making it count because you’re here with me.
Win or lose, we depend on each other for this moment.
I think I’ll step outside and yell at the sky again. It sure feels good! Aaaa-whooooooo!
Not that I’m suggesting anything…
While putting together the script to top all scripts about college basketball, I’ve considered sharing some of the images with you:
- A college fraternity sneaking into the gym at night and changing out banners, with new ones containing small but perceptibly clever anagrams that are not obvious to the casual viewer.
- A few students from the computer science/engineering department coordinating with students from the electrical/mechanical engineering departments to turn basketball goals hanging from the ceiling into mechanical dancers, or…
- The same and more students turning the basketball goals into mechanised dragons and/or bats hanging from the ceiling.
- LED light bars hidden in the rafters and turned on after the championship game to spell out a message, depending on the winner.
- The same for the basketball court, using mesh-networked, battery powered miniLEDs inserted between the hardwood strips or on the gym walls.
- School team coloured fog pouring out of the air vents after a big event.
- A remote-controlled, programmable variable delay in the PA system – nothing like an announcer who hears his/her voice microseconds later than she/he expected, especially as the delay and/or compression varies in length while the person is talking, without the crowd hearing a pitch change.
- Creating an alternative to the official event program, with whatever the creative minds in the art/literature department can come up with, distributing free and/or placing in the stands.
- Reprogramming the security guards’ 2-way radios to pick up a music station in a foreign language at odd intervals.
- Soap, paper towels and toilet tissue in the bathroom that change into the school colours as they get wet, the colour being semi-permanent and nontoxic.
- Changing select sections and bars of music scores in the pep band’s music holders.
- Replacing slides in brass/wind instruments to a slightly shorter/longer length and smaller/larger diameter; putting remote-controlled, programmable passageway restrictions deep down inside the slides; wind instruments with reconfigured fingering.
- The team jokingly sending out fake players onto the field for practice before the game.
- The referees wearing white-and-black striped shirts instead of black-and-white striped shirts.
- Referee whistles that sound like foghorns or train whistles (again, programmable).
- Home team fans/students sitting on the visitors side, filling up the seats before the doors are opened.
- A referee fan club cheering every time a foul is called, with signs held up showing the referee’s name in large letters; the fans cheering, “run, referee [or referee’s name], run!,” every time the team ball possession changes.
- The announcer calling out a different foul than the one indicated by the referee.
- The foul shot shooter insisting on shooting from the top of the three-point line, with the coach running out and arguing for an extra point when the ball goes through the hoop.
- The hoop/goal a large electromagnet programmed (again, remotely) to repel/attract the official game ball, which is actually a fake one lined with a metal mesh inside.
- Both teams secretly agreeing to walk to the wrong side of the court for a foul shot.
- Harlem Globetrotters appearing in one or both teams’ uniforms during halftime warmups and acting like nothing’s the matter but slowly swapping out with the real players as the Globetrotters take the other team’s sideline seats – a joke on the coaches.
- Coaches encouraging the other team’s players and screaming at theirs – wait, they already do that, don’t they?
- Fans/students clearing the gym just before players appear for halftime warmups.
- Videographers’ cameras programmed to record in reverse/negative or some effect like magnifying soap bubbles.
- Photographers forced to sit in the upper deck.
- Reporters told obvious lies by players/coaches/fans/administration, all of the interviewees maintaining a straight face.
- Fans running up to NCAA officials and asking for their autographs and photos with the family.
- Gym lights briefly going out (or for lights that need warmup time, getting covered) during an official timeup, leaving only black light bulbs illuminating the gym for a couple of seconds.
- Opposing pep bands playing a song round-robin style.
- Renumbering the seats in opposite order, right-to-left or left-to-right (same for rows and section numbers).
- Swapping out Pepsi-Cola and Coca-Cola labels to see who notices the difference.
- During the game, announcing the scores of a completely different sport in a country that has maybe one or two players in the current game who get the joke.
- The school mascot wearing an altered headgear, or one programmed to change shape throughout the game.
- Cheerleaders jumping up and down and making mouth/facial expressions without saying anything audible.
- Cheerleader megaphones with voice changers.
- Folding bleachers that slightly move forward, backward, left or right throughout the game (millimeters, not inches).
- Seats/bleachers that randomly make loud groaning sounds or aahs whenever people sit down or stand up.
- A fan that belches loudly throughout the game.
- A family that sits and reads some obscure literature during the game, discussing fine plot points no matter what’s going on on the basketball court.
- People hidden under the bleachers who take, move or swap out whatever people have placed beside their feet.
- Students holding up tablet PCs that spell out phrases, either scrolling or static.
Those are just a few of the images the script will display to the reader, including the usual clever wordplay, innuendos, misunderstandings and inside jokes we’ve come to expect.
Let the games begin! The best teams win.
Thanks to my friends who attended such pranksterish schools as CalTech – your stories from the ’80s inspire me to this day.
A shoutout to Dr. Dalle Ave for his…well, his reputation (or lack thereof?) of kind elderly customer care. The word is out, dude. As the UAH students say at basketball games, “airball, airball, you suck!” [I don’t think their cheer of “Ug-ly play-er” during a foul shot applies here, though.] Thank goodness, my mother in-law has kids, grandkids and in-laws who care about her as a real, living, loving person.
Sympathies to the family of my high school/UTK mate, Monica. Your father was a great man – Eastman chemist, Amway star, lakehouse chaperone, road runner, deer hunter and wise advisor to teenagers. You, your siblings and children are wonderful examples of your father’s ability to raise well-rounded kids. He died much too young but he’s with you in spirit the rest of your days.
Two Points
- Our Body the Ecosystem: Understanding the Interplay Between Man and Microbe
- Is This a “Killer Spray” for Kitchen Microbes?
From Wikipedia:
A microbiome is the totality of microbes, their genetic elements (genomes), and environmental interactions in a defined environment. A defined environment could, for example, be the gut of a human being or a soil sample. Thus, microbiome usually includes microbiota and their complete genetic elements. The human microbiome contains over 10 times more microbes than genetically human cells.[1]
The expression “microbiome” was coined by Joshua Lederberg. In his opinion, the microorganisms should be included as part of the human genome, because of their influence on human physiology.
[1] Zimmer, Carl (13 July 2010). “How Microbes Defend and Define Us”. New York Times. http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/13/science/13micro.html?_r=2&pagewanted=all. Retrieved 17 July 2010.
You Can Run But You Can’t Hide Your Running Hose
This time of year, at least in this part of the country, nasal/chest congestion complaints fill the air.
So, with that in mind, I’m moving my imaginary international troops into Libya and declaring a global free-trade zone; also, sending UN troops to Bahrain to protect against invading Saudi forces.
Oh wait. I’m sorry, skip that last part. I forgot I eliminated political borders in this realm. Everything goes, doesn’t it?
Let’s fight Saudi forces with U.S. forces and pit American fighting weaponry against itself. I’m sure the Iranian leaders would love to see that! I’d love to see it spill over into Iranian airspace, a simple excuse for taking care of paramilitary cyberwarriors hiding behind computer screens.
Are we a behind-the-times species acting like it’s still a few packs of primates running from large predators?
My network demonstrated its power in Chile, China, New Zealand, and Japan. Time to stir up the sands of the Middle East and show how fleeting oil power really is, isn’t it? One scientist suggested twisting the magnetic poles out of shape a little faster, breaking apart the mantle and sucking raw oil reserves down into the core.
Is there not another planet to play with? Is Carlos Slim the best the world has to offer?
This, there, another.
Word trails trailing off into infinity…
Infernal internal combustion engines.
The shadow of a car making an outline of the Penn State Litany Nylon logo.
A mother in-law needing emotional support more than a cat needs dental work.
Ants roaming the house while the yard gets soaked with rain.
Giving over to randomness to prove that randomness is the variation in predictable patterns.
Watching family members insist the mother/grandmother must give up her way of life for their love and support (and their convenience, coincidentally), not the other way around.
Hearing so many others in nursing homes tell the same story – “my [family relation] felt it was in my best interest to move closer to him/her.”
I want to die where I was most comfortable, not where it was convenient for those taking care of me who’ll end up inevitably extending my life in strange surroundings which I’ll never enjoy as much as I enjoyed my comfort zone. Do us both a favour – put me in a wheelchair and push me into the woods behind my house on a cold winter’s night, with a beer in one hand and a tall glass of whiskey in the other.
Bumper sticker on Honda CR-V near Alabama A&M campus – “My karma ran over your dogma.”
I can’t imagine having to worry about a slow decline or sudden weakness in my old age and afraid to tell my family relations I don’t feel well, knowing they’re just waiting for an excuse to move me to their comfort zone, thinking little of what “home” means to me, not them.
I gave in to temptation today. Yes, my flesh is weak. I bought my wife and me six, count them, SIX cupcakes decorated in green and white for St. Patrick’s Day, courtesy of Publix and David (customer service team leader) and Nathan, bagger supreme.
During a walk up and down the street, I played chase with a neighbour’s little boxer puppy and had fun like a kid again.
Do you manage the IT department of your company? If so, do you read or have an employee read/scan the emails of employees/executives for company security purposes? Do you archive IM sessions and SMS text messages sent from company smartphones? Do you monitor IP traffic passing through the airwaves of company property? Do you use GPS trackers in company cars and company credit cards? Are you part of a larger network paid to keep tabs on specific individuals for a purpose that may or may not coincide with company policy? Do you secretly pay car rental companies to provide tracking data and private investigators, when off-the-books recordkeeping is absolutely necessary?
Thank goodness, no one wants to keep me alive for his/her sake, except my wife, of course, most days, anyway. 😉
Otherwise, as my sister says, it’ll just be a matter of managing my monetary resources to stretch them as much as possible to provide me the comfort and care that is as humane as I would choose to treat my aging pets.
Vanna, I’m glad you still have that smile.
Claire, sorry to hear about your transportation vehicle.
Holding seven billion people and the supporting global ecosystem in my hand, I ask myself what tearing down and rebuilding the system to my specifications (with guidance by the Committee, as always) will bring to future generations unaware of invisible hands directing their ancestors’ actions.
Thank goodness, I’m not the only one.
It’s all about the paradigm of the network in today’s pallid parlour parleying parlance.
If you can’t harness the Sun, then grab le règne by the horns.
My worst torture – being the eldest male at a funeral and filling up my thoughts with more and more new comedy sketches about the dead but mentally shutting down and going into automaton mode while having to play the part of the serious wise elder, not the wise guy.
Celebrate living by having fun – there’s plenty of time to be dead serious.
Most of us grew up some place we call local and probably “home.” Don’t feel sorry for everyone else – just treat them like good family members, with a little love and gentle humour to help lighten the burden of daily living.
Besides, Earth is home to all of us, no matter how we treat it or each other.
Hard to believe the Bristol race track is as old as I am. My father says he took me not long after I was born so the speedway is just about my oldest memory other than my parents’ loving faces. Let’s go racing, shall we?
Glad the Kingsport track is running.
Time to put Claire Lynch back on my Internet tunes and swing to her sweet bluegrass voice.
2011 is not the worst year in my life (or my species) but it sure is a big one. Good thing I know all about the big picture and the circles, cycles and spirals that make everything new all over again.
Mike “Aww Shucks” A. Bee
When life hands you lemons, plant an orchard and start a citrus import/export business.
We continue the experiment on time/heat-released dissoluble, transdermal patches built into athletic socks and that control biorhythms.
A nod to the painted faces last night – great team support by fans!
As 2011 progresses, I ask myself what I am to do with myself.
Past the skin barrier, where does self end?
Or, for that matter, where does self start?
Am I a self-starter?
Every generation thinks it’s the first and the last.
I know better because I do not exist.
Therefore, although it would be a hearty suggestion, I’m not going to go around convincing subdivisions/housing estates to erect art sculptures at every entrance in order to help support “thinking outside the box” that art is supposed to start.
I just watch and listen.
Let the shepherds have their sheep.
On galactic scales, we’ll disappear soon enough.
Life has become so much more enjoyable after I let myself accept I’ll be dead and forgotten but giving care and attention to those I can without making extraordinary effort (“do until others undo you”):
Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world. We cannot cure the world of sorrows, but we can choose to live in joy. — Joseph Campbell [Read more: http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/j/joseph_campbell.html#ixzz1Gb5ZsTJt]
Our yard is my homage to the natural world, including invasive, nonnative species competing with native species to capture my attention, especially in spring, with crocuses, daffodils, vinca, marsh marigold, trillium and violet blooms in full display; squirrels, chipmunks, chickadees, hawks, crows, cardinals, snails, lizards, spiders, roaches, lichen, moss, and mushrooms at work/play.
I am neither peacenik nor warhawk, I repeat, but troubleshooter and solution seeker.
Like Hermann Hesse, I don’t know which of the many doors in the Magic Theatre to walk through. Life is a series of macabre, as well as normal-looking, opportunities for decisionmaking.
A temporary conflux, I am here to represent the universal that flows through me (like it flows through all of us as states of energy within the current version of the universe that we see it in this moment together).
I will not compete with what others call their visions for the future.
All I can do is follow the path that hindsight/foresight reveals to me in real-time.
Go with the flow.
Let private property rights’ opponents, both in ownership and in disagreement over the right of private property, work out their differences.
After all, I don’t own the universe nor it me. I type words in my thoughts that somehow make a little bit of sense on the electronic display in front of me.
If the environment in which I exist is not conducive to healthy thought patterns, is there a conducive environment and do I have the fortitude/energy to move into that shared space?
If temptation is an illusion of subcultural training (i.e., a byproduct or negative consequence of a subculture’s preferred behaviour set), then what are the behaviours I prefer to nurture within the states of energy that are me, knowing I am a product of a mixture of subcultures because none of us live in a vacuum (although some are fairly well isolated socioculturally)?
If sanity is an illusion based on unwritten formulae for group normality conformity, and I care little about the definition of normality because it does not exist, why do I find a fairly benign public persona to project to others socially?
I have nothing to hide/protect although I care about comfortable companionship with others.
A chameleon confirming others’ beliefs, letting them keep their illusions intact.
Some days I want to expose the illusions and some days I enjoy playing along.
I neither hate nor love my subcultural training – my states of energy are in their shared condition because of my background/upbringing – I will neither condemn nor praise my past, illusionary though it may be.
Stick to the moment because my memory is false and filtered like official historical tales.
The alternate universe of a blog is, to remind myself, a manipulable entity to help me discover what it’s truly like to be part of a universe at play in the moment; that way, I never have to care about the difference between imagining what’s real and what’s not real.
This moment passes and then the next moment passes. That’s as real as it gets these days.
Do The Right Thing
Thanks to at&t for getting ADSL syncing up again, whatever they did (and to Steve at at&t high-speed Internet customer care this morning for processing the Internet outage credit of $3.80 for this month).
From my father:
http://digital.olivesoftware.com/olive/ODE/KingsportTimesNews/, 13Mar2011, p. 1C.
Brother outlines attorney’s part prosecuting infamous Vietnam rape/murder case
‘I grew up that you do the honorable thing. And I think he did the honorable thing.’
— Ralph Yelton.
By REX BARBER
NET News Service
James Yelton was taught to always do the honorable thing.
He carried that sentiment with him to Vietnam, where he was sent by the Army’s Judge Advocate General Corps in the 1960s. One of the cases he prosecuted as a JAG lawyer there was the basis for a Hollywood movie about the rape and murder of a young Vietnamese woman by U.S. soldiers. That movie, “Casualties of War” starring Michael J. Fox and Sean Penn, was released in 1989. Hollywood producers came to Yelton’s home to consult with him on the facts of the case.
Yelton died in his sleep at his Kingsport home in late February. He was 76. James’ brother, 85-year-old Ralph Yelton, a World War II and Korean War veteran who became paralyzed by machine gun fire fighting in Korea and who also went on to serve 14 years in the Tennessee General Assembly, recalled his brother during an interview this past week.
“James was a very interesting person,” Ralph said as he showed various photographs of his brother. “He had a very high IQ. He was smart. He could talk about anything. He had a grasp, you know, of knowledge in a lot of areas of discussion.”
James graduated from Tipton Hill High School in Bakersville, N.C. He went on to get a doctorate of jurisprudence from Wake Forest U n i v e r s i t y.
With his degree in hand, he began practicing law in Burnsville, N.C., for about a year before opening his own practice in Bakersville. Soon James decided to join the Army because positions were open in the Judge Advocate General Corps.
His first assignment as a JAG officer was at Redstone Arsenal in Alabama. This facility, which is still operational, was opened in World War II to produce munitions.
“He was in charge of all the procurement contracts,” Ralph said of James’ responsibilities at Redstone. “The contracts for all of the material they needed to build those missiles there at Redstone Arsenal.”
James was eventually stationed around the globe, winding up in Vietnam in 1966, where he met a soldier who told him about the infamous kidnapping, rape and murder. Ralph said that soldier’s conscience was weighing heavily on him about the incident. That meeting was depicted in the movie, as Fox’s drunken character confides in a chaplain about the Vietnamese woman’s torture and death.
“They show it in the bar, in the movie, where my brother was talking to (the soldier with a guilty conscience). He could tell that he was really distraught, and James got to talking with him, and he told him what happened,” Ralph said. “He told him every bit of it, exactly what happened.”
Just like in the movie when Fox’s character had trouble getting superiors to act on the rape and murder, so did James, Ralph said.
“Well, James went, you know, to the company commander at first. Company commander said, ‘Shut it up. We don’t need that.’ He went to the battalion commander. … Battalion commander didn’t want it,” Ralph said. “But James went ahead with the case. He said that shouldn’t be. That was a crime that shouldn’t be allowed in the military.”
Four soldiers involved in the crime were sentenced to spend varying lengths of time in prison.
Ralph did not know if his brother ever watched the movie. He knows James did the right thing, though.
“I grew up that you do the honorable thing,” Ralph said. “And I think he did the honorable thing. That’s what we were taught all of our life. And I’m sure he did what he felt was the right thing to do, because in a war or anywhere else that kind of behavior don’t need to be tolerated. It don’t need to be let go on.”
Photo by Ron Campbell [removed from this blog entry]:
Former Tennessee state Rep. Ralph Yelton* holds a photograph of his brother James Yelton receiving the Legion of Merit award from Lt. Gen. Charles Hall.
* long-time member of Kingsport area Optimist Clubs.
One Force
Rather, make that 14ERS.
A mobile shoutout to Dudley DeVore.
And then there were two.
Smells like team spirit…make some noise…can you stand up for the last minute of the game?
They don’t play a lot of country music at basketball games, do they?
Let’s have a music showdown between the Stillman and UAHuntsville pep bands, with cheerleader/mascot accompaniment.
Technical foul!
Good, ’cause I was about to eat zebra for a midnight snack.
HEADLINER: No. 3, the Stillman Showboater Tiger, vs. no. 2, the UAHuntsville Energizer Charger.
A hearty cheer for the one-hit Wonderboys -you held up well vs. the home team crowd.
Watching these young people – players, cheerleaders, trainers, students, band – I wonder which ones represent future community leadership.
Get your head in the ga…rebound!
How do you assess focus? Energy management?
Dinner at Pizza Hut tonight, Charlie the Team Member serving and Jimmy the Shift Manager managing, after seeing Jana and Brian’s new Corgi, “Duke,” and Jonathan and Tammy’s pics of new house on a road named after a popular beverage.
When the other team has figured out your signals, you change the way you shout out game plans.
Jeff Mikatarian used to be the Charger mascot.
My trifecta dream? UTK men and UTK Lady Vols with UAHuntsville men pulling the brass ring in the same year. If Walters State, Georgia Tech and ETSU won their championships, I’d swear I was in heaven.
But I am in heaven because I see players realise smart clock management and finding the second/third/fourth wind you didn’t know you had in you proves to yourself your dreams are in your control, with plenty of community/family support where you least expect it.
You win because you share your talent and determination with them, not just because the scoreboard said you defeated your competition.
Just like freedom of speech means defending the rights of people with whom you disagree the most, so that you give each other the opportunity to learn something new.
For instance, time/energy management is technical genius, don’t you know?
I want to learn why the UAHuntsville mascot wears no. 23. My wife wants to learn why the cheerleaders don’t combine cheers with dancing/acrobatics when they run onto the basketball court.
With so many films/television shows centering drama/comedy on basketball, creating a new twist is a tinier niche to find and fill, but I’m working on the masterpiece while watching/cheering on many teams right now.
The slim server at Pizza Hut and the blue-eyed vender at Spragins Hall know what I’m going to find irony in, don’t they?
The rest of the phone-texting world will have to wait.
14,299 days to go. I’m easily diverted, happily so.
Life happens – you reason your own reason on your own, TRIPLEL or otherwise. Charge on!
The moment’s all we have so own it.
Right now, I choose Division II. Is that a Saturn-shaped ball logo? Zeus will have to wait.
Final score after 1 OT: 74-71. Ides of March, be prepared.

