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Heene"/><category term="Richard Pryor"/><category term="Richie Valens"/><category term="Ricky Bobby"/><category term="Risky Business"/><category term="Ron Jeremy"/><category term="Rosie O'Donnell"/><category term="Seattle"/><category term="Shawshank Redemption"/><category term="Shoes"/><category term="Sitka"/><category term="Subway"/><category term="Swine Flu"/><category term="T. Boone Pickens"/><category term="Talladega"/><category term="Target"/><category term="Telemarketer"/><category term="The Bar"/><category term="Tom Glavine"/><category term="Tony Robbins"/><category term="Tow Kiting"/><category term="Travis"/><category term="UFO"/><category term="Walmart"/><category term="Whales"/><category term="Woodrow F. Call"/><category term="Woodstock"/><category term="Wordpress"/><category term="tooth paste"/><title type='text'>Icewind's Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>Icewind’s Ramblings takes a look at the oddities in life through humor, stories, and observations on the human condition. It can cover almost anything and is seen through the eyes of a Southerner who lived in Alaska for twenty years experiencing life with a “Northern Exposure”. Laughter and a smile is the best medicine for the long dark winter nights in this wonderful world. 

Southern by Birth, Alaskan by the Grace of God.

I enjoy flying, fishing, &amp; camping.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default?start-index=26&max-results=25&redirect=false'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-6288458842290312762</id><published>2019-05-08T14:34:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2019-05-08T14:34:27.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curves in Life can bring pause, numbness, and questions</title><content type='html'><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">Curves in Life can bring pause, numbness,and questions<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">Last week Ireceived a phone call from one of my close friends in Alaska telling me of thedeath of another close friend, former co-worker, and camping/fishingbuddy.&nbsp; His name, Stephen Tauriainen, was54 years young.&nbsp; A former Marine, SemperFi, he loved going to the shooting range with friends and family.&nbsp; There were many camping/fishing trips thatSteve, Scott Mesick and I enjoyed during the summer months along with movienights for the latest action movie.&nbsp;Steve will be missed by many.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5e5GyZ9iR4P-WceOWzfiBAOMakSpFuhTNfUtm1G3e_Wlj0a-mxV4JHdfBeqGhmOWJTzzDgin1JKeLv6MmIi-KvbdmpvMQUdMC_62pPBweyQvEkXHrjjTMH7q4nqoSQIo5-HZ/s1600/Steve+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5e5GyZ9iR4P-WceOWzfiBAOMakSpFuhTNfUtm1G3e_Wlj0a-mxV4JHdfBeqGhmOWJTzzDgin1JKeLv6MmIi-KvbdmpvMQUdMC_62pPBweyQvEkXHrjjTMH7q4nqoSQIo5-HZ/s320/Steve+photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">Steve<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">This is anothersharp curve in life for so many of us who knew Steve.&nbsp; Sadly, it was several days before anyone knewabout his death, as Steve lived alone.&nbsp; Encounteringthis curve, I found myself on my laptop trying to make sense of it all.&nbsp; So far, nothing has really come to me otherthan a good man is gone.&nbsp; I have used asaying for a long time now, when people die, they aren’t really dead; they have“gone on ahead, scouting for the rest of us left behind.”&nbsp; With Steve that probably is more right thannot as he loved to explore and do things.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">The old adage if you get two people or more together and they start tellingstories there is no hope for the truth.&nbsp; Thereis probably only laughter, fellowship, and a warm feeling among everyonelistening to the good stories.&nbsp; I find asthe memories come back I can almost smell the flowers or the sun warming up thefir trees and I can hear the rushing of the water as it flows down the river orstream we fished or floated. &nbsp;I see thehole where that elusive trout is hiding behind that rock in the stream and Iwonder if I could paint, should I paint him leaping after Steve’s mayfly orhiding under the rock waiting for the next meal to float by.&nbsp; Those were the camping/ fishing trips I willcherish with Steve and Scott.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFzi8mhD3x__N9cVzhgobMNX4oxbnjXeV_yAV3-CiyXN3-yqM9AxbZCd3NhgB-wLjtLAoi5kMbU6HC2OLy8MxUuu0dE9xl5cR7hxdkZ6y2YzpW0saLubKd8NC74zii3oS2wN9/s1600/Steve+camping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFzi8mhD3x__N9cVzhgobMNX4oxbnjXeV_yAV3-CiyXN3-yqM9AxbZCd3NhgB-wLjtLAoi5kMbU6HC2OLy8MxUuu0dE9xl5cR7hxdkZ6y2YzpW0saLubKd8NC74zii3oS2wN9/s320/Steve+camping.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">Camping - Steve, drink in hand around campfire telling stories<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">There will be a Celebrationof Life for Steve on Friday, May 10, 2019 at 2:00 p.m. at Anchorage FirstAssembly Church of God.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">The address is: 1540“C” Street in Anchorage, Alaska.&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">In lieuof flowers, donations may be made to the Wounded Warrior Project or anyVeterans Service Dogs charities in Stephen Taurianien’s name. &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">I wish I could bethere to send you off but I know in my heart that the rifle volley and theplaying of taps, will afford you the honor of a grateful nation, mybrother.&nbsp; Rest well, we miss you buddy!<o:p></o:p></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">D. 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&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Frogs&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I haven’t posted any Life Observations in a long while,almost a year since adding the new blog, Traveling Life’s Highways, posting onthat one while I was traveling last year.&nbsp;During that time on the road I have some new thoughts and observationson life and the human condition so will try to start posting them again hereand the <a href="https://travelinglifeshighways.com/">https://travelinglifeshighways.com</a>website. &nbsp;I started posting theseobservations in 2006 and need to continue.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">One day two frogs were hopping in and out of a watering holeand accidentally hopped in an extremely deep hole. &nbsp;They tried to leap out, but to no avail, sothey began to yell and croak until other frogs heard them and came to help. &nbsp;The other frogs looked over into the hole andsaid the hole was too deep for them to help, but both frogs kept leaping up thesides of the hole. &nbsp;The other frogs,leaning over the hole and waving their front legs, began to yell to the frogsto just give up and die and that there was no hope of them getting out of thehole, but both frogs kept leaping and trying to get out of the hole. &nbsp;They leaped for hours and one of the frogsjust gave up, he was so exhausted and died. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The other frog in the hole kept leaping, but the otherfrogs, leaning over the hole, kept yelling and waving their front legs for himto stop and give up, but the frog kept leaping trying to get out of the hole. &nbsp;Finally the frog leaped so high that he wasable to leap to the top of the hole and used his back legs to push himself upout of the hole. &nbsp;The other frogs saideven though we told you to give up, that there was no hope of you getting outof the hole, you kept leaping. &nbsp;The frogthat got out of the hole thanked the other frogs for egging him on - the otherfrogs didn't know that this frog was deaf.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Lesson: Sometimes you have to turn a "deaf ear" towhat others tell you is impossible.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8263454923032080133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/8263454923032080133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/8263454923032080133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/8263454923032080133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2019/01/life-observation-204-frogs.html' title='Life Observation # 204 Frogs'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-5318885255680761716</id><published>2018-04-02T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-04-02T06:48:39.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's almost here!</title><content type='html'><br /><div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 24.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">It’s Almost Here!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Something great is aboutto happen.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Something&nbsp;wonderfuland powerful has been brewing and it is about to&nbsp;reveal.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">For the last severalmonths, I have been working on a new project . . . Traveling Life’s Highways, planningand preparing to take to the highways to flood the Internet with good storiesabout places and people, “Seeing America through the eyes of a veteran.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9C5mPflfeMNcjSIXCO2i1FFuIcF8qlzgG-o1MynyaElXFZpdl_uYF40UhOPW9CIEA2od7UDbC6mDie-O0aN7MWQ46rvpK55VQYqFMlUx4OZLb-IhLH82XyndSDioFcwbeYsE/s1600/Web+Blog+photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="285" data-original-width="399" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9C5mPflfeMNcjSIXCO2i1FFuIcF8qlzgG-o1MynyaElXFZpdl_uYF40UhOPW9CIEA2od7UDbC6mDie-O0aN7MWQ46rvpK55VQYqFMlUx4OZLb-IhLH82XyndSDioFcwbeYsE/s320/Web+Blog+photo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 8.0pt;"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">I have been rebuilding aCoachmen Class C motor home to travel the country and write about the good Ifind in America!</span></div><br /><br /><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5318885255680761716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/5318885255680761716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/5318885255680761716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/5318885255680761716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/04/its-almost-here.html' title='It's almost here!'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9C5mPflfeMNcjSIXCO2i1FFuIcF8qlzgG-o1MynyaElXFZpdl_uYF40UhOPW9CIEA2od7UDbC6mDie-O0aN7MWQ46rvpK55VQYqFMlUx4OZLb-IhLH82XyndSDioFcwbeYsE/s72-c/Web+Blog+photo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-1808336657306742885</id><published>2018-03-29T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-03-29T05:01:36.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s Coming!</title><content type='html'><br /><div align="center" style="background: white; margin-bottom: 24.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">It’s Coming!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Something great is aboutto happen.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Something&nbsp;wonderfuland powerful has been brewing and it is about to&nbsp;reveal.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></div><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1808336657306742885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/1808336657306742885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/1808336657306742885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/1808336657306742885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/03/its-coming.html' title='It’s Coming!'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-3753147344099140706</id><published>2018-03-21T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-03-21T08:10:21.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crepe Murder in your neighborhood?</title><content type='html'><div align="center" style="background: white; line-height: 21.0pt; margin-bottom: 21.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 21.0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; letter-spacing: .25pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Crepe Murder in your neighborhood?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 21.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; letter-spacing: .25pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">It’s late March once again, the time when we look forwardto spring blooms, the return of songbirds, and a parade of maimed crepe myrtlesreduced to stumps by bored guys with saws.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPp9YFocNpVGbvgjK0ZzWLgvu8zoednM9NsFG2r2K9xTYwrQpZv3LL1dq-fZX373D5PDzUPr1fEzpxRBIcH9Zc5eQQCjXBQKBaICXoMhUdP2mtO1fqeQ2inbr_xzJk1aWABpg/s1600/Crepe+myrtles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1077" data-original-width="1600" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPp9YFocNpVGbvgjK0ZzWLgvu8zoednM9NsFG2r2K9xTYwrQpZv3LL1dq-fZX373D5PDzUPr1fEzpxRBIcH9Zc5eQQCjXBQKBaICXoMhUdP2mtO1fqeQ2inbr_xzJk1aWABpg/s320/Crepe+myrtles.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 21.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: 0.25pt;">Since I returned to the south from Alaska I am amazed howevery year the horrid practice of stupidly turning beautiful trees into stumps,but people do it anyway.</span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 21.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; letter-spacing: .25pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Why? <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 21.0pt; margin-bottom: 21.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; letter-spacing: .25pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Becausethey see work crews doing it to trees around parking lots at the mall. &nbsp;(One can never go wrong taking gardening cuesfrom the landscape at a Galleria.&nbsp;<i style="box-sizing: border-box;">Eyeroll.</i>) <o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 21.0pt; margin-bottom: 21.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; letter-spacing: .25pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Ora truer reason is because they see all their neighbors sawing away their crepemyrtles and don’t want to be labeled a “no-cut nut” on Facebook. (Social mediacan be so cruel.) Those idiots who planted a crepe myrtle&nbsp;that grows 30feet tall and wide six inches from the front door, shame on you!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 21.0pt; margin-bottom: 21.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; letter-spacing: .25pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">Crepe murder maynever end, but that doesn’t mean we have to accept it. &nbsp;When you spot a crepe myrtle that has beensavagely chopped into a grotesque monster, surreptitiously take a photo of itwith your phone. &nbsp;Post the photo on myWhere’s the Flamingo Facebook page,&nbsp;let everybody see.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div style="background: white; box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 21pt; margin: 21pt 0in;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; letter-spacing: .25pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica;">You may think yours is a futile gesture, but Iassure you it is not. If nothing else, your participation will remind you ofhow enlightened you are. Send me your photo and together we will exact revenge.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNSIMRdP0bkMgM9nIP7KVv0yHS0rdBqUZ5DHq2PShA2b_cU7SJd0CdvGP-T0Tu80XtyWfsGxNuTXyzq0aMDFFGYsXQRWJwr6Kpvxa-KEoOTH-p3iftK78-c74azOyVtlGCGc7/s1600/Crepe+murder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="236" data-original-width="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFNSIMRdP0bkMgM9nIP7KVv0yHS0rdBqUZ5DHq2PShA2b_cU7SJd0CdvGP-T0Tu80XtyWfsGxNuTXyzq0aMDFFGYsXQRWJwr6Kpvxa-KEoOTH-p3iftK78-c74azOyVtlGCGc7/s1600/Crepe+murder.jpg" /></a></div><div style="background: white; line-height: 21.0pt; margin-bottom: 21.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 21.0pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: 0.25pt;">Inthe words of British statesman Edmund Burke, “The only thing necessary for thetriumph of evil is for good men [and women] to do nothing.”</span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; letter-spacing: .25pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Helvetica; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3753147344099140706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/3753147344099140706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/3753147344099140706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/3753147344099140706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/03/crepe-murder-in-your-neighborhood.html' title='Crepe Murder in your neighborhood?'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPp9YFocNpVGbvgjK0ZzWLgvu8zoednM9NsFG2r2K9xTYwrQpZv3LL1dq-fZX373D5PDzUPr1fEzpxRBIcH9Zc5eQQCjXBQKBaICXoMhUdP2mtO1fqeQ2inbr_xzJk1aWABpg/s72-c/Crepe+myrtles.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-7846799233539513399</id><published>2018-03-20T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-03-20T10:45:27.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss my friend Lewis Grizzard</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">It has been awhilesince my friend Lewis Grizzard passing, March 20, 1994, and it seems like alifetime ago that we used to sit at the bar in Harrison’s on Peachtree tellingfunny stories and sharing our Southern heritage with anyone who wouldlisten.&nbsp; We joked about our severalex-wives and that became part of his stand-up comedy routine. &nbsp;I miss my friend, his witty humor, his outlookon Southern life, and I miss having those drinks together with his stepbrotherLudlow Porch (Bobby Hanson) each night laughing the time away.&nbsp; Much has changed since those times, hispassing, and my time in Alaska, but the stories still make me laugh.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8ONcX70YxPm5riLqtCFQhyrv3NW-eQr7qZ-1sr03Ahb7BCprbd6g3dDkSBQQqJHcYPNruxbpnv8KAz9xKiz8s5GzJUVuduCE_e_gryNyPbSOZOYQunqQc9J4lxo81iBrrsx0/s1600/LewisGrizzard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8ONcX70YxPm5riLqtCFQhyrv3NW-eQr7qZ-1sr03Ahb7BCprbd6g3dDkSBQQqJHcYPNruxbpnv8KAz9xKiz8s5GzJUVuduCE_e_gryNyPbSOZOYQunqQc9J4lxo81iBrrsx0/s320/LewisGrizzard.jpg" width="282" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">I am reminded of a storythat Lewis used to tell in his concerts years ago, it is the story of an olderretired couple and the renewed spirit of youth getting ready for a cruise.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 12.0pt;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;"><br />I hope you will enjoy:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">“Mr. Wojciehowicz had been retired for a year when his wife offifty years suggested one day, "Why don't we take a cruise for a week andmake wild passionate love like we did when we wereyoung?"&nbsp;Stanley&nbsp;thought it over and agreed.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">He put on his hat and coat and went down to the corner drugstore.&nbsp; Stanley&nbsp;stepped up to the counter and asked for a bottle ofseasick pills and a box of condoms. &nbsp;Uponreturning home his wife greeted him at the door saying, "You know dear,I've been thinking it over and I see no reason why we couldn't manage a monthlong cruise so we could relax and make wild passionate love like we did when wewere young."<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">He smiled, turned around and went back to the pharmacy. &nbsp;He stepped up and ordered 12 bottles ofseasick pills and a dozen boxes of condoms. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><i><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;;">Upon returning back home his wife met him on the porch with a bigsmile on her face. "Stanley, I have a marvelous idea. You know, now thatour children are all on their own, there's nothing to stop us from cruisingaround the world."<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"> <i><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">"I'llbe right back," he said. &nbsp;Back tothe drug store he went. &nbsp;When heapproached the pharmacy counter the druggist looked up with a puzzled grin. &nbsp;Mr. Wojciehowicz sheepishly ordered 297bottles of seasick pills and the same number of boxes of condoms.<br /><br />The startled pharmacist busied himself filling the order then passed thewrapped package across the counter saying, "You know Mr. Wojciehowicz,you’ve been doing business with me for over thirty years. &nbsp;I certainly don't mean to pry, but&nbsp;if itmakes you that sick, why do you keep doing it so much?"</span></i><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /><br />We miss your stories Lewis but they still make us laugh and smile.&nbsp; Gone on ahead, scouting for the rest of us!<br /><br /><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/7846799233539513399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/7846799233539513399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/7846799233539513399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/7846799233539513399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/03/miss-my-friend-lewis-grizzard.html' title='Miss my friend Lewis Grizzard'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh8ONcX70YxPm5riLqtCFQhyrv3NW-eQr7qZ-1sr03Ahb7BCprbd6g3dDkSBQQqJHcYPNruxbpnv8KAz9xKiz8s5GzJUVuduCE_e_gryNyPbSOZOYQunqQc9J4lxo81iBrrsx0/s72-c/LewisGrizzard.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-6575418618887090996</id><published>2018-03-16T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2018-03-16T05:28:27.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Observation # 203 – Time</title><content type='html'><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">LifeObservation # 203 – Time<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The only unit of time that matters is heartbeats. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Even if the world were totally silent, even ina dark room covered in five layers of foam, you’d be able to count your ownheartbeats. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>When you get on a plane andtravel you go 15 heartbeats per mile. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Thatis, in the time it takes to travel a mile in flight your heart beats 15 times. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>On a train your heart might beat 250 times permile. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>And we count this up and we makesense of it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We’re constantly switching accelerations; we’re jumpingbetween time frames. That’s what they’re asking people to do every time someonemakes something new, some new tool or product. Technology has leapt forward so fast companiesare asking us to reset our understanding of time and how it affects things. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>To accept that the sequence they are asking usto follow is the right way to do a thing.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9lEI0GWmJcYt6dE8lB6rPW5QgkFNeRdlMXX52clh7TQ4bpiPmokKfLGT0tI6-7jw6TIQP1IiHcV4WkCEYTs49Gv7lWtNs4dIZIb4vuefC9uMfGUQ_Q2PKSUkI_43xmXNnwNT/s1600/Be-Happy-Now-Clock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9lEI0GWmJcYt6dE8lB6rPW5QgkFNeRdlMXX52clh7TQ4bpiPmokKfLGT0tI6-7jw6TIQP1IiHcV4WkCEYTs49Gv7lWtNs4dIZIb4vuefC9uMfGUQ_Q2PKSUkI_43xmXNnwNT/s320/Be-Happy-Now-Clock.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We are only given so many heartbeats; don’t waste any ofthem on the trivial things that get you riled up or aggravated.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><br /></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6575418618887090996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/6575418618887090996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/6575418618887090996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/6575418618887090996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/03/life-observation-203-time.html' title='Life Observation # 203 – Time'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9lEI0GWmJcYt6dE8lB6rPW5QgkFNeRdlMXX52clh7TQ4bpiPmokKfLGT0tI6-7jw6TIQP1IiHcV4WkCEYTs49Gv7lWtNs4dIZIb4vuefC9uMfGUQ_Q2PKSUkI_43xmXNnwNT/s72-c/Be-Happy-Now-Clock.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-5681238564579697313</id><published>2018-03-10T04:32:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2018-03-10T04:32:41.189-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Observation # 202 – Background music</title><content type='html'><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">LifeObservation # 202 – Background music</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwxtlyWjyDLF2Iktamm9mzol5RLikKtx0rhgn8_kZS4iuArAj9NDeaoX49TVz88vlrhGAaL5kg4nlUmDrBOEZzhP0PBEH8UQblGLKTE5dOV7WFcog9jsXUSHYKABYX14ZNVv1/s1600/Music1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="556" data-original-width="570" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwxtlyWjyDLF2Iktamm9mzol5RLikKtx0rhgn8_kZS4iuArAj9NDeaoX49TVz88vlrhGAaL5kg4nlUmDrBOEZzhP0PBEH8UQblGLKTE5dOV7WFcog9jsXUSHYKABYX14ZNVv1/s320/Music1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;">The trouble with some people’s lives is they cannot hear the background music.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 14.6667px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><br /></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5681238564579697313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/5681238564579697313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/5681238564579697313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/5681238564579697313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/03/life-observation-202-background-music.html' title='Life Observation # 202 – Background music'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdwxtlyWjyDLF2Iktamm9mzol5RLikKtx0rhgn8_kZS4iuArAj9NDeaoX49TVz88vlrhGAaL5kg4nlUmDrBOEZzhP0PBEH8UQblGLKTE5dOV7WFcog9jsXUSHYKABYX14ZNVv1/s72-c/Music1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-8204036046964902270</id><published>2018-02-28T13:48:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2018-02-28T13:48:08.027-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Woody Woodpecker leaving his message of love</title><content type='html'><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Woody Woodpecker leavinghis message of love<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">It'sthat time of year in Georgia when the birds are out in force with many specieshitting the ten bird feeders and bath on the property.&nbsp; The golden finches and cardinals are myfavorite.&nbsp; Woodpeckers are out pecking onthe trees and telephone poles. &nbsp;The redheaded ones look pretty and tend to show off their territorial skills bysometimes forcing the gold finches and tufted titmouse away from thefeeders.&nbsp; I always wondered why woodpeckerspeck on telephone poles since there can't be any bugs to dig out, certainlynone that don't taste foul from years of soaking in creosote.&nbsp; Turns out the birds use the poles for thesame thing humans do — communication.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Woodpeckersdon't use the wires, just the poles. &nbsp;Thedried wood makes satisfying sounds that can be heard by other birds for blocksaround.&nbsp; If the wind is right the soundcan carry half a mile as I can hear birds pecking away on my neighbor Jim’sproperty about that far away through the woods and over the hill.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Ithink most of the telephone-pole communicators are males advertising for mates.In that regard they are remarkably like humans.&nbsp;I learned Morse code many years ago at the Army's Rotary Wing FlightTraining School in Alabama at Fort Rucker and realized recently that woodpeckercode is quite similar to the old Morse classic — and the birds use their ownversion of text messaging.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Theother day, one on the property was sending out a signal saying, "Machomale w/big bill and great plumage seeks female w/strong nesting instinct, forserious mating. &nbsp;Avail. immed."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">I'vealso learned that woodpeckers on the property send their signal several timesand sign off with a jaunty, "Shave &amp; a haircut, two bits sound."&nbsp; Most of you in the younger generationprobably won’t remember that one. &nbsp;Thosebird brains near retail areas probably pick up the local jargon and substitute,"Thank u have a nice day" as everyone in the south even the birds arecongenial. &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Bangingyour head against solid wood to meet females reminds me of my younger days, butthat's another story.&nbsp; I’ve got way toomany scars and a flat forehead from those times. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Welcomespringtime, we welcome the warmth, the longer days, and the coming of summer.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8204036046964902270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/8204036046964902270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/8204036046964902270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/8204036046964902270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/02/woody-woodpecker-leaving-his-message-of.html' title='Woody Woodpecker leaving his message of love'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-1347179271732724620</id><published>2018-02-27T03:43:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2018-02-27T03:43:09.438-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Chimes</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal">Wind Chimes<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Is there a sound that helpsyou fall asleep?&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">I have friends who need soundto fall asleep and use various things to give them that comfort to fall into anice sleep cycle.&nbsp; One uses a hair dryer(has had them catch fire a couple times over the years), another cannot sleepwithout the television going softly in the back ground.&nbsp; Still others have used “sound generators” togive them different sounds such as waves crashing on the shore or a water fallinto a lake or stream.&nbsp; I guess it is acomfort thing for many people, myself included.&nbsp;What sounds do I like to hear?&nbsp;The ocean surf is probably my favorite but it is only a few times a yearthat those natural sounds make its way into my ears.&nbsp; The sound of a thunderstorm passing by is anotherone that I missed while living in Alaska all those years as we had nonethere.&nbsp; The closest thing wasoccasionally “thunder snow” would fall it there was the right combination ofstatic electricity, upslope air and humidity.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Right now the sound I hearalmost every night is: Wind chimes. &nbsp;The househere is surrounded by them on the outside, so there is a nice gentle breeze mostnights that blows and I can hear them singing all around the house.&nbsp; Ifall asleep to chimes and their rhythmic music especially with the windows ordoor open.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">This is the rainy season inGeorgia right now as late winter, early spring has arrived with temperaturesgetting into the seventies during the day and sixties at night so with therain, wind, and chimes moving with the air flow or rainfall it makes for a veryrelaxing music.&nbsp; As it rained last nightthe wind started to pick up, the chimes began their soothing sounds and as therainfall fell harder there was this patter, splattering on the metal roofsounding like a drum with the wind chimes giving a harmony only nature couldprovide.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">It seems my whole familyloves wind chimes and we all have several of them around the outside of thehouses we live in and in the trees around the yard.&nbsp; I was brought up to believe that chimes arean indication that your angels, guides or loved ones are around you and aresimply making their presence known. &nbsp;Itmay be a Southern thing but we have always believed it was that way.&nbsp; It should always be seen as a sign ofcomfort, but it is not necessarily a sign of a specific message. &nbsp;Think of “chimes” or even the sound of bellsas someone on the other side is announcing themselves at your “door.” &nbsp;Though many times we don’t always answer thedoor, you can always count on the sound being a welcomed visitor and not one tofear. &nbsp;Chimes never represent strangers;they represent someone who is familiar to us in spirit.<br /><br />I have heard many stories over the years, and heard many experiences regardingchimes and bells. &nbsp;In fact, if you arefamiliar with the Frank Capra movie, “It’s A Wonderful Life,” (my brother Ronplays it every Christmas since he was a young boy) you will note the scenewhere little Juju is in her father’s arms at the end of the movie. &nbsp;Someone puts money in the cash register andyou hear the tinkling sound when the register drawer opens and closes. &nbsp;Little Juju says, and I paraphrase: “Look,Daddy, Teacher says whenever you hear a bell ring an angel gets its wings!” &nbsp;I was brought up on those promises, and in myfamily, when we hear chimes, we “know” that we are in the presence of divineguidance and it is usually followed by a validation of some kind.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwf-yRKa5UDIUi7nQmsbRTsYM64ZKkRniF8Mu1lLwIp9NA0XUzaHZY7GEh821Krbmz0HL6CplReT5I' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Reverend Billy Graham justpassed away and my chimes have been going strong since just before I heard thenews of his passing.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">I can only imaginewhat it was like at the big reunion in Heaven with his arrival.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1347179271732724620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/1347179271732724620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/1347179271732724620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/1347179271732724620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/02/wind-chimes.html' title='Wind Chimes'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-9042442245112594874</id><published>2018-02-22T05:46:00.003-09:00</published><updated>2018-02-22T05:46:49.513-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Observation # 201 Parents Laughter</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">LifeObservation # 201<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Tape record your parents' laughter”<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">―&nbsp;H. Jackson Brown Jr.,&nbsp;Life's Little InstructionBook<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvf6ipHG16Etdm6M2s3DnNZ3NuLvsHkBBbyFVo23sQxY8YI9Unl7Miie24C5mHXaIJBH_EMqgzYxiKHp0WvI_WYUmxfHMklYLT5m1Cuc3imAUKGRGC_AqdsuZRaTE0XF4PN2s/s1600/mama+2017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvf6ipHG16Etdm6M2s3DnNZ3NuLvsHkBBbyFVo23sQxY8YI9Unl7Miie24C5mHXaIJBH_EMqgzYxiKHp0WvI_WYUmxfHMklYLT5m1Cuc3imAUKGRGC_AqdsuZRaTE0XF4PN2s/s320/mama+2017.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 12pt;">Ice</span></div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/9042442245112594874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/9042442245112594874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/9042442245112594874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/9042442245112594874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/02/life-observation-201-parents-laughter.html' title='Life Observation # 201 Parents Laughter'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvf6ipHG16Etdm6M2s3DnNZ3NuLvsHkBBbyFVo23sQxY8YI9Unl7Miie24C5mHXaIJBH_EMqgzYxiKHp0WvI_WYUmxfHMklYLT5m1Cuc3imAUKGRGC_AqdsuZRaTE0XF4PN2s/s72-c/mama+2017.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-6215039763344877899</id><published>2018-02-16T09:21:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2018-02-16T09:21:35.184-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God I’m a Country Boy</title><content type='html'><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Thank God I’m a Country Boy<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #474747; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">“Well, lifeon the farm is kinda laid back</span><br />Ain't much an oldcountry boy like me can't hack<br />It's early to rise,early in the sack<br />Thank God, I'm ACountry Boy”<o:p></o:p></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #474747; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">John Denver1974<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Since I returned to Georgiafrom Alaska I have been living in the North Georgia Mountains close to Helen,Georgia.&nbsp; My neighbor Jim has a farm withmany “big boy toys” to use and work around the farm.&nbsp; There is a bull dozer, backhoe, and severaltractors for doing things like taking hay bales to feed his cattle.&nbsp; The bull dozer and back hoe for digging andbuilding water ponds for the cattle and an old army deuce and a half dump truckfor carrying and moving things on the property.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">I’ve written previously abouthis chickens and several predators that were killing his chickens and thecouple of videos catching and releasing them in the mountains.&nbsp; He did have to kill one coyote that keptcoming back and stealing/eating his chickens and rooster. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">I have not had a chance towrite this story until now as it happened last spring when his cows were havingtheir calves born all over his farmland.&nbsp;I had just gone to bed when I received a call from Jim that one of hiscows was having a tough time delivering her calf and would I come over to helphim.&nbsp; This was around midnight and it wasstorming outside with the springtime thunderstorms rolling through themountains of north Georgia.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">I told him ok and proceededto get dressed, found and put on some rain gear and headed over to help himwith his cow.&nbsp; Jim has an old Jeep (nodoors) that he uses along with a four wheel ATV to check fences and haul geararound the farm so we loaded up some of the items we would need, ropes, water, fulllength arm gloves, and flashlights/lantern.&nbsp;We headed into one of his pastures and drove up the hill to where manyhead of cattle were milling around agitated and mooing like crazy.&nbsp; I think they could sense something was wrongand were alerting Jim to the problem.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">We find the distressed cowaway from the other ones about twenty yards almost on the crest of thehill.&nbsp; Jim approaches her and proceeds toput a lasso around her neck and tied it to a tree to keep her in place while webegan to look at the problem.&nbsp; We turnthe Jeep so the headlights are helping to light the area so we can see alongwith a lantern but remember it is pouring rain, lightning going off about everyforty five seconds so it was not easy to see what was going on at the time.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">We get the cow situated withher head tied close to the tree and as she moved around we wrapped the ropearound her back leg and cinched it close to the tree as well so she could notmove around as much.&nbsp; Jim gets out hislong arm length glove and proceeds to put his arm up inside the cow finding thecalf was turned around which was having a breech birth.&nbsp; The cow was not too happy with Jim’s arm upinside her so she proceeded to lay down almost breaking Jim’s arm andshoulder.&nbsp; After a few tries to turn thecalf around to no success it was decided that we would wait until morningslight and hopefully the storm passing to come back and try again.&nbsp; Jim pulls off his long glove; we release thecow and head off into the stormy night.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">The next morning Jim callsaround seven and asks if I’m ready to help him once again and shouldn’t takebut an hour or so.&nbsp; It is still lightlydrizzling rain so I gear up and head over the hill to his barn.&nbsp; We grab an ATV and load the tools once againalong with a large bucket of water and make our way back into one of the backpastures and up on the hill.&nbsp; The othercows are there across the fence still agitated and making a lot of noise.&nbsp; We find a cow standing alone about where we lefther last night looking tired and exhausted, much like we were that morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Jim goes and again puts thelasso around her neck and leg securing it to the tree while the cow is mooing,moving around and does not seem to like what we were or about to do.&nbsp; Jim once again gloves up and proceeds to tryto put his arm up inside her once again.&nbsp;The cow is not having any of this today looking at us, moving wildlyback and forth and just not wanting to have anything to do with us.&nbsp; Jim makes several attempts and once again thecow lies down next to the tree, seemingly too exhausted to move.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Jim and I discuss the optionswhich were: 1. Get his trailer, take the cow to the slaughter house forfood.&nbsp; (We had taken the wood boards outof the trailer to put in new wood so that was not really an option but wasdiscussed) 2. Keep trying to turn the calf around so it could deliver. 3. Let MotherNature take its course as the cow was going to probably die anyway.&nbsp; We decided on the third option but were goingto go back to the barn and get the cow some food and more water to make hercomfortable.&nbsp; We headed down the hillback to the barn to get the feed and water and after about ten minutes headedback up the hill.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">We go back to where we leftthe cow lying on the ground.&nbsp; The cow isnowhere to be seen.&nbsp; We start lookingdown one side of the hill then another and another.&nbsp; No cow.&nbsp;Jim flatly states, “It was dark and rainy last night was that the samecow as last night?&nbsp; The color thismorning did it seem different?”&nbsp; Wecontinue our search for another ten minutes but no cow and come to theconclusion that this morning’s cow was not the same one as the night before. &nbsp;We both cracked up laughing about the reactionthis morning’s cow had to Jim trying to stick his arm up inside her and werenot having anything to do with either of us.&nbsp;They both were in the same area and we laughed that it was dark, rainy,and in the light of the Jeep’s headlights that they appeared to be the samecow.&nbsp; It was not and the second cow hadbeat feet and ran away from the two crazy men trying to assault her rear end.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">We continued our search foreither cow on the hillside and shortly found the distressed cow dead next to afallen log partway down the hill toward another pasture.&nbsp; She was almost hidden until you were veryclose to her.&nbsp; We spent the better partover four hours getting the backhoe and tractor from the barn to dig a largehole in one of the fields to bury the cow.&nbsp;Jim started digging the hole while I took the tractor and rope to bringher down the hill to be buried.&nbsp; Once thecow was properly taken care of we still had to take an animal that we hadcaught overnight who had been eating the chickens up on a mountainside awayfrom town to let it loose back into the wild.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">We realized we had not hadanything for breakfast or lunch and were both quite hungry and as Jim droppedme back off laughed that his request for me to help him for a couple hours hadturned into an all-day affair but we got the job done.&nbsp; And the second cow, it was two days before wesaw her again.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Thanks God I’m a Country Boy!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice&nbsp;</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/6215039763344877899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/6215039763344877899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/6215039763344877899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/6215039763344877899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/02/thank-god-im-country-boy.html' title='Thank God I’m a Country Boy'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-3141903414536170842</id><published>2018-02-13T07:33:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2018-02-13T07:33:40.812-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Late than Never</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">WhereI’m living right now I do not get “live” television stations but do getstreaming services like Netflix and Hulu among other “on demand” typeprogramming.&nbsp; That is not all bad as Idid not miss seeing the Super bowl commercials and now the Olympics but can seethe highlights if I so choose.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Idid recently see a series that was really great called “Better Late than Never”which originally aired on NBC.&nbsp; It wasfunny, often times hysterical, and a nice change from all the BS and misery inthe world today.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;"><a href="https://www.nbc.com/better-late-than-never?nbc=1">Better Late than Never</a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFY67k8Vc3wZSqeozHjIvfSPTlIQHdSLcZDOf0l0WVAsEWac8or0XJWOYmtjmpUoVV4BfAuGCU8WcJ46wDhgLkCILByYoIvHu-daeLkzzmTR-r7Ql24ssrbfAZlvmJSz3XaEZ/s1600/NBC.com-BetterLateThanNever-AboutImage-1920x1080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="360" data-original-width="640" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFY67k8Vc3wZSqeozHjIvfSPTlIQHdSLcZDOf0l0WVAsEWac8or0XJWOYmtjmpUoVV4BfAuGCU8WcJ46wDhgLkCILByYoIvHu-daeLkzzmTR-r7Ql24ssrbfAZlvmJSz3XaEZ/s320/NBC.com-BetterLateThanNever-AboutImage-1920x1080.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">Theconcept, four friends traveling the world on a bucket list type journey with ayounger sidekick who helps with the navigation and logistics of everything andit shows a wonderful side of the characters.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">Henry Winkler, William Shatner, Terry Bradshaw, and George Foreman arethe main cast along with comedian Jeff Dye as the sidekick.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Therehave been two seasons thus far and all of the episodes are funny with poignant momentsdealing with their pasts, families, and crazy antics of being on the roadtogether.&nbsp; It is worth a watch and willgive you several moments of being careful not to spit coffee out laughing sohard.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">TerryBradshaw is a hoot and I remember meeting him in the eighties when I was acorporate pilot in Atlanta when he was in town filming the movie CannonballRun.&nbsp; I had just landed and taxied myCitation into Epps Aviation to secure my plane when a King Air taxied in andparked next to me.&nbsp; The name on the sideof the plane said “Stutter One” and was owned by Mel Tillis. &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">AsI finished my post flight walk around inspection the door to Stutter One openedand down the stairs walked Mel Tillis, who immediately spat a big chew oftobacco on the ground behind the airplane.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">Next was Terry Bradshaw who ambles down the steps, takes a step towardthe rear of the plane and spits out another big wad of tobacco.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">Then Mel’s wife steps off the plane, andagain does the same thing as Mel and Terry.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">Standing in the doorway of the plane next was my childhood crush, JoJoStarbuck, and two time Olympian figure skater.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">She steps down the stairs and as my heart sank she too, turns to theback of the airplane and lets go another wad of tobacco.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;">They walk into the terminal as I stoodlooking at the four big wads of chew lying there in the sunlight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Igo inside heading to my office when Terry starts a conversation about myairplane and that he likes the color scheme of the paint job.&nbsp; I stayed and talked with them for aboutfifteen minutes while they waited for the limo to pick them up and take them tothe “race headquarters’ off I285.&nbsp; Ifound it interesting that during that time talking with them, Mel Tillis didnot stutter once.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Backto this story, during the two seasons I watched of Better Late than Never, itwas enjoyable, informative, and surprised me on the things seen and said duringthe episodes, which went too fast.&nbsp;Hopefully there will be a season three in the future as it was a blast.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt;">Enjoyif you get the chance, it was worth the laugh and good felling.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3141903414536170842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/3141903414536170842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/3141903414536170842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/3141903414536170842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/02/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better Late than Never'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFY67k8Vc3wZSqeozHjIvfSPTlIQHdSLcZDOf0l0WVAsEWac8or0XJWOYmtjmpUoVV4BfAuGCU8WcJ46wDhgLkCILByYoIvHu-daeLkzzmTR-r7Ql24ssrbfAZlvmJSz3XaEZ/s72-c/NBC.com-BetterLateThanNever-AboutImage-1920x1080.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-3045208666254162036</id><published>2018-02-04T04:57:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2018-02-04T04:57:48.704-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadence of rain on a tin roof</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal">Cadence of rain on a tin roof<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Cadence of rain on a tin roof is always a mellowingsound.&nbsp; With thoughts of snow coming inthe morning when I went to sleep last night it was a pleasant surprise to hearhard pounding rain on the roof.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">It must not have gotten colder overnight as the rain andwind both picked up and seemed to be working together with the ebb and flowhitting the roof with timpani of sounds.&nbsp;For ten minutes it was a hard pounding rain then slightly letting up toa more relaxed soothing sound for a few minutes then ramping up once again withfury in its cadence.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The night slowly began to fade out as light ebbed its way onto my world here in the mountains.&nbsp; Thebirds huddled within the trees and bushes taking shelter from the pouringrain.&nbsp; The squirrels took to the variousbird feeders looking for an easy meal without having to worry about the birdsattacking them as they try to steal food.&nbsp;Everyone seemed to have their moments, a few birds hunkering down on thedeck rails waiting for the rainfall to ease.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The lights in the yard quickly turn off as the cloudy mistlingers in the trees on the hillside with no deer in sight this morning.&nbsp; The Georgia red clay is oozing onto the upperdriveway making a long stain mark down the hill toward the road.&nbsp; I forgot how the red dirt has been so much apart of my life growing up in the south.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The weather radar shows snow on the way but for now thismorning it is a steady hard rain with its beautiful cadence slapping the roofoverhead.&nbsp; With Bailey’s coffee in hand Iwish ya’ll a great Sunday!<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I hear there is a football game on later today so good luckfor whomever you choose.&nbsp; I do not have “live”television here but it would not matter as I suffered many years of Falconslosses to care anymore.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3045208666254162036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/3045208666254162036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/3045208666254162036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/3045208666254162036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/02/cadence-of-rain-on-tin-roof.html' title='Cadence of rain on a tin roof'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-2211108051217622856</id><published>2018-02-02T06:04:00.002-09:00</published><updated>2018-02-02T06:04:45.837-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Observation # 200 Who would have known?</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">LifeObservation # 200&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Who would haveknown?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Inever thought I would get this far with my Observations.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwX-6Ge0HBhLurWRnbEN01RNNdjM55vcI_nGf00th8FQKKiMWBYkDNFGdwq_Q-caYOHL-ZQA27qWYWnrCLrWydmiTzGFQ2gdPOvbKFQNr3uVB5B9MUb5zS6JsRmEeMVR2YT2CI/s1600/Duluth+Sculpture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwX-6Ge0HBhLurWRnbEN01RNNdjM55vcI_nGf00th8FQKKiMWBYkDNFGdwq_Q-caYOHL-ZQA27qWYWnrCLrWydmiTzGFQ2gdPOvbKFQNr3uVB5B9MUb5zS6JsRmEeMVR2YT2CI/s320/Duluth+Sculpture.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">Havea wonderful weekend everyone!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2211108051217622856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/2211108051217622856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2211108051217622856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2211108051217622856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/02/life-observation-200-who-would-have.html' title='Life Observation # 200 Who would have known?'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwX-6Ge0HBhLurWRnbEN01RNNdjM55vcI_nGf00th8FQKKiMWBYkDNFGdwq_Q-caYOHL-ZQA27qWYWnrCLrWydmiTzGFQ2gdPOvbKFQNr3uVB5B9MUb5zS6JsRmEeMVR2YT2CI/s72-c/Duluth+Sculpture.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-4526547938275263931</id><published>2018-01-28T07:21:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-28T07:21:15.450-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Drafting Men over 60</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-outline-level: 2;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">DraftingMen over Sixty<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-outline-level: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-outline-level: 2;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Itis raining here this morning so as usual my mind wanders a bit early in themorning.&nbsp; Luckily I do not get “live”television here so I do not have to sit through all the bad news going on inthe world every day.&nbsp; If I want news Ican get reruns “On Demand” which is another way of saying its old news bynow.&nbsp; I have seen news that my oldstomping grounds in Kodiak, Alaska had another large earthquake around 8.0which I’m sure shook things up.&nbsp; Iremember the last big one I experienced there was about a 7.6 which was closeto Kenai which happened around one in the morning.&nbsp; Had just gotten into bed and the shakingstarted and continued for almost a minute letting you know it was a major oneclose by and shallow too.&nbsp; It was prettywild.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-outline-level: 2;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-outline-level: 2;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11pt;">Anyway,I have seen some of the new lately and the war on terrorism continues which gotmy mind to thinking about this situation and I came up with this after a fewBailey’s coffees this morning.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-outline-level: 2;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxdoWsTbZR3FNA28HT28GSlrdS4jzqxHpKBABnQNHtccSMyrr26GIze9BH4oM4J3QqZhKVLbAThRJciil8I6oWkNZFzxsamqVgB2fiEEBTmPagUeK8WqZAqoUXpdo8spDU81r/s1600/IMG_7483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxdoWsTbZR3FNA28HT28GSlrdS4jzqxHpKBABnQNHtccSMyrr26GIze9BH4oM4J3QqZhKVLbAThRJciil8I6oWkNZFzxsamqVgB2fiEEBTmPagUeK8WqZAqoUXpdo8spDU81r/s320/IMG_7483.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 19.5pt; mso-outline-level: 2;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11pt;">I am over 60and the Armed Forces think I’m too old to track down terrorists.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">You can’t beolder than 42 to join the military, (who knew). &nbsp;They’ve got the whole thing ass-backwards inmy opinion. &nbsp;When I was in the service wewere all so young and really had no life experience at that point.&nbsp; It was all guts and stupidity that wesurvived things.&nbsp; Instead of sending18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. &nbsp;You shouldn’t be able to join a military unituntil you’re at least 35.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">For starters:Researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Old guys onlythink about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than 28,000 additionalseconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Young guyshaven’t lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangeroussoldier. &nbsp;“My back hurts! &nbsp;I can’t sleep, I’m tired and hungry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">We areimpatient and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it,will make us feel better and shut us up for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Most 18-year-oldsdon’t even like to get up before 10 a.m.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Old guysalways get up early to pee so what the hell. &nbsp;Besides, like I said, ‘I’m tired and can’tsleep and since I’m already up, I may as well be up killing some fanaticalson-of-a-bitch.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">If captured wecouldn’t spill the beans because we’d forget where we put them. &nbsp;In fact, name, rank, and serial number wouldbe a real brainteaser for most of us old farts!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Boot campwould be easier for old guys.&nbsp;&nbsp;As most of us are or were married,we’re used to getting screamed and yelled at, and we’re used to soft food. &nbsp;We’ve also developed an appreciation for guns.&nbsp;We’ve been using them for years as anexcuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">They couldlighten up on the obstacle course however.&nbsp; I’ve been in combat and didn’tsee a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever doany pushups after completing basic training.&nbsp;Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too. &nbsp;I’ve never seen anyone outrun a bullet.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">An 18-year-oldhas the whole world ahead of him. &nbsp;He’sstill learning to shave, to start up a conversation with a pretty girl. &nbsp;He still hasn’t figured out that a baseballcap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.&nbsp; For those not in the military some haveproblems putting on pants with their belt below their ass, what is that allabout?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">These are allgreat reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life beforesending them off into harm’s way.&nbsp; I knowat a young age all my thought processes and innocence changed, hopefully forthe better but it came with its own problems too.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Let us oldguys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists. &nbsp;The last thing an enemy would want to see is acouple of million pissed off old farts with attitudes and automatic weapons whoknow that their best years are already behind them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">How aboutrecruiting women over 50 . . . in menopause!&nbsp; You think men have attitudesOhhhhhh my goodness, you ain’t seen nothing yet!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7cuiJw7G_9PUmXtOR6JIKinZ7QEzqDumI_IMLqHL1-LKBeUogvkjEcbi_xIzlY8z12oY72DL45tC85OoKburMiG8m5TJ_tXr_CprYgCICVPL1AldAYSd2X_VR5yP8GAhBcfu/s1600/Alaska+Purple+Heart+Highway.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="603" data-original-width="840" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi7cuiJw7G_9PUmXtOR6JIKinZ7QEzqDumI_IMLqHL1-LKBeUogvkjEcbi_xIzlY8z12oY72DL45tC85OoKburMiG8m5TJ_tXr_CprYgCICVPL1AldAYSd2X_VR5yP8GAhBcfu/s320/Alaska+Purple+Heart+Highway.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: 13.5pt; margin: 12pt 0in; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #222222; font-size: 11pt;">I’m done.</span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/4526547938275263931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/4526547938275263931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/4526547938275263931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/4526547938275263931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/drafting-men-over-60.html' title='Drafting Men over 60'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAxdoWsTbZR3FNA28HT28GSlrdS4jzqxHpKBABnQNHtccSMyrr26GIze9BH4oM4J3QqZhKVLbAThRJciil8I6oWkNZFzxsamqVgB2fiEEBTmPagUeK8WqZAqoUXpdo8spDU81r/s72-c/IMG_7483.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-2804834888027872423</id><published>2018-01-27T06:12:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-27T06:12:05.584-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Observation # 199 - Smiling</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;">LifeObservation # 199<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Sometimes I smile, becauseI don’t know what the hell is going on!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvuorNK_JPFzZKkEgyNlDNJ0ez8SN-NdHHrbML2TwpQw_POXIQiqTcGXX0eFmIzLu6KEi-8AA-wpob3u_0Ri7iWHmPUEfwlx42zXIG3-B7tJhoLdfawvJn-hjnx2AXZ9s9MJY/s1600/D+Somewhere+on+A1A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvuorNK_JPFzZKkEgyNlDNJ0ez8SN-NdHHrbML2TwpQw_POXIQiqTcGXX0eFmIzLu6KEi-8AA-wpob3u_0Ri7iWHmPUEfwlx42zXIG3-B7tJhoLdfawvJn-hjnx2AXZ9s9MJY/s320/D+Somewhere+on+A1A.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2804834888027872423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/2804834888027872423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2804834888027872423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2804834888027872423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/life-observation-199-smiling.html' title='Life Observation # 199 - Smiling'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmvuorNK_JPFzZKkEgyNlDNJ0ez8SN-NdHHrbML2TwpQw_POXIQiqTcGXX0eFmIzLu6KEi-8AA-wpob3u_0Ri7iWHmPUEfwlx42zXIG3-B7tJhoLdfawvJn-hjnx2AXZ9s9MJY/s72-c/D+Somewhere+on+A1A.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-8900157903177549236</id><published>2018-01-22T12:03:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-22T12:03:53.516-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening to the Void space in our Lives</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">It’s raining today so I amnot getting too much done outside.&nbsp; Itgives one a chance to sit inside, watching nature or sitting still and allowingthe “void” to come into focus. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">There is a void that existsin all of us, the void can be filled with many things:<br />Facebook for some, text messaging, emails, scheduling things, gaming, doing paperwork;<br />some like parties, television, shopping, and a drink now and then.<br /><!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br /><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Or you can make the consciousdecision not to fill the void at all<br />and just let it be a void.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />This is by far the most difficult path to take.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">But as creative people, thisis possibly the most important choice, this idle space allows our brain to doits work, time spent idly walking through nature, sitting alone in a room, ordriving along lonely roads.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />Time left empty, like blank pages in a notebook does not remain empty, becauseour mind moves to fill these voids, to paint them, like virgin canvases, fillingthese moments with color, poetry, or music when we eliminate the white noise.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />We instead hear our inner voice, it speaks only in a whisper<br />and it can only be heard in the silence of our isolation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">As artists this is preciselythe voice we need to hear every day.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />I am making space for this voice every day.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"><br />It speaks to me, a little louder.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/8900157903177549236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/8900157903177549236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/8900157903177549236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/8900157903177549236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/listening-to-void-space-in-our-lives.html' title='Listening to the Void space in our Lives'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-5922160565561341889</id><published>2018-01-19T08:07:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-19T08:07:29.082-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Observation # 198 Airport Observation – Have you ever noticed?</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal">Observations sitting in Airports – Have you ever noticed?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">This one has been sitting onthe back burner for a while now so I thought I would post it now.&nbsp; When I traveled extensively I noticed whilesitting in airports for my next flight how people move about the airport.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Those people going to thegate for departure move fairly slowly unless they are late and are trying torun to the gate to make their flight.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">If you sit and watch peoplearriving from a flight it appears no matter from which gate they arrive but everysingle person whose flights had just arrived I’m not sure if you’ve noticedthis but those people walk super-fast when they get off an airplane. &nbsp;It’s as if the momentum from flying throughthe air at 500 miles per hour continues once passengers are allowed out oftheir seats at the gate. &nbsp;I’ve watched overand over again over the years as several airplanes pull up to their gates andevery single time, a few minutes later, 200 passengers burst out of the jet wayat hyper-speed blasting through the terminal building like blazing comets. &nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">My guess is that theymaintain this daredevil pace until they reached the luggage carousel, wherethey then probably got upset at having to wait 15 minutes for their luggage.&nbsp; Alaska Airlines was pretty good about gettingyour luggage and I always tried to just have carry-on backpacks to avoid thechaos at baggage claim.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/5922160565561341889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/5922160565561341889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/5922160565561341889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/5922160565561341889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/life-observation-198-airport.html' title='Life Observation # 198 Airport Observation – Have you ever noticed?'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-3332328227860710076</id><published>2018-01-18T07:48:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-18T07:48:44.850-09:00</updated><title type='text'>It snowed yesterday</title><content type='html'><div class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="background: rgb(252, 252, 252); font-size: 11pt;">Itsnowed yesterday</span><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(252, 252, 252); font-size: 11pt;">It snowed yesterday, not like the Alaskansnowfalls I had become so used to living there for almost twenty years.&nbsp; This was not the 8 to 12 inch snowfall that thelocal news media would call “flurries”.&nbsp;Small amount by most Northern standards as it was little more than alight dusting.&nbsp; One of the few measurablesnowfalls found in the South.&nbsp; There wasabout an inch on the ground, a little more on elevated surfaces but mainly itwas white and pretty.&nbsp; It covered thebrown leaves all over the ground left from last fall’s blowing and fallingcycles.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDdL6xS3oirrPxMNSWbAz-yr4HnFiDch40Dw6dFpyTYJSmtbd6IBaRBrlcFAyF7AUkALcZySTo-m3XI3nB1uaG9a843UJKBc5Z0Eux_uFhOHURZEnW2itGBBz5SZ26RjeJ2ym/s1600/Snow+1-17-18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDdL6xS3oirrPxMNSWbAz-yr4HnFiDch40Dw6dFpyTYJSmtbd6IBaRBrlcFAyF7AUkALcZySTo-m3XI3nB1uaG9a843UJKBc5Z0Eux_uFhOHURZEnW2itGBBz5SZ26RjeJ2ym/s320/Snow+1-17-18.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(252, 252, 252); font-size: 11pt;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(252, 252, 252); font-size: 11pt;"><o:p>&nbsp;</o:p></span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">It began during the night, coming softly withnary a whisper of wind blowing like the previous day.</span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">I woke up during the night, not from anynoise, but because it was suddenly quiet and I sensed there was snow coming down.</span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">Lying there I knew it was snowing as I couldsee the deck starting to turn white from the small drifting flakes. </span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">In the morning I saw the many birds hittingthe five feeders hanging from the deck.</span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">The only disturbance in the fresh blanket of snow covering the deck wasthe tiny prints left by the birds and a squirrel trying to get food out onefeeder.</span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">The ground outside was icy, a treacherousdrive down the hill of the driveway but luckily I need not go anywhere thismorning.</span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp; </span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">It was crazy out there thismorning as the deer that normally come around each evening just before dark toeat the corn I leave for them were back looking for tasty morsels left from thenight before.</span><span style="background-color: #fcfcfc; font-size: 11pt;">&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: rgb(252, 252, 252); font-size: 11pt;">As is typical in the South, by afternoon, thesnow was melted off the driveway and places getting full sunlight on theground.&nbsp; Outside it was too cold to workbut I went out several times as the afternoon colors were vibrant as the skiescleared to a deep blue, some white still contrasting on the ground inplaces.&nbsp; I enjoyed seeing my breathhanging in the air and the chill that made my nose tingle, not like the belowzero temperatures found in Alaska where your nose hairs freeze. &nbsp;The snow was cold this time and squeaked undermy shoes as I walked about in the driveway . . .</span> watching the birds, squirrels,chipmunks, and deer up on the hillside going over to my neighbor’s property.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">It felt good to have snowagain and the quietness it brings.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/3332328227860710076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/3332328227860710076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/3332328227860710076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/3332328227860710076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/it-snowed-yesterday.html' title='It snowed yesterday'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaDdL6xS3oirrPxMNSWbAz-yr4HnFiDch40Dw6dFpyTYJSmtbd6IBaRBrlcFAyF7AUkALcZySTo-m3XI3nB1uaG9a843UJKBc5Z0Eux_uFhOHURZEnW2itGBBz5SZ26RjeJ2ym/s72-c/Snow+1-17-18.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-2279536756884922025</id><published>2018-01-12T12:19:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-12T12:19:12.560-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Musing</title><content type='html'><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Rainy Day Musing<o:p></o:p></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">It started raining yesterday afternoon just before nightfallset in.&nbsp; Soft drizzly rain began falling atfirst, as I was putting out the corn for the eight deer that arrive each dayaround sunset. &nbsp;I finished putting thecorn kernels out in the four or five spots where they gather to eat, play, andlisten for anything that might harm them.&nbsp;I go back into the house for birdseed for the four feeders scatteredaround the yard as the rain droplets fall in bigger size. &nbsp;My hair is now wet and the sweatshirt is dampbefore I can finish my chores for the day.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The water droplets fall like they simply cannot think ofanything better to do. There is a laziness about them, as if they can barely bebothered to conform to the will of gravity. &nbsp;When I hold my bare arms out, the water dropletssplatter on my outstretched arms and fingers, glistening them moist instead of being dry like while reading a book in front of the fireplace. &nbsp;They grow larger but soft, not like the meandriving rain which came later in the night.&nbsp;I tilt my fingers upwards and watch the remnants of the drops rundownwards like tiny rivers. &nbsp;If this isthe way rainy days are back in Georgia I’m getting used to it again; even thesound on the metal roof is comforting. &nbsp;Witha half-smile I retreat into the house leaving a window open, this way I canhear the steady drumming all the louder while I go back to turn age worn pagesof a long forgotten book.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">This morning the rain fell harder reminding me I need to geton the roof to clear the leaves from the gutters, one of which has overflowed withthe rain crashing down and filling up the gutters.&nbsp; The wind spinners in the yard turn atdifferent speeds as the breeze is not quite yet to be called wind.&nbsp; The red color on one blade and the yellowcolor of the other mix in the light breeze before the “wind” picks up to meldthe colors into an orange hue when the sun shines.&nbsp; The many birds of several species havegathered under the deck railings quickly flying up to the bird feeders and suetfeeders along the deck and back down to the shelter under the railings.&nbsp; There must be fifty birds, some puffed up tostay warm in the cool rain this morning.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">I can see several deer up on the hillside chasing each otheras I think the bucks are looking for a mate.&nbsp;They have been active these last few days moving about the property anddown to the creek.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Rainy days are not always about feeling blue or working toaccomplish something, sometimes it’s just nice to kick back, put your feet upand enjoy the liquid sunshine God has provided for us.&nbsp; The mountains, the wildlife, the sounds ofthe wind and the rain are sort of therapy for me right now, much needed in thisbusy world we live in.&nbsp; Enjoy the weekendeveryone.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span>&nbsp;</span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2279536756884922025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/2279536756884922025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2279536756884922025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2279536756884922025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/rainy-day-musing.html' title='Rainy Day Musing'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-682762132232980256</id><published>2018-01-10T18:56:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-10T18:56:37.722-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniffing, sneezing, coughing, aching, and overall yucky feeling</title><content type='html'><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Sniffing, sneezing, coughing, aching, andoverall yucky feeling<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Since Christmas Ihave been feeling under the weather so other than a few trips to the store andthe RV show in Atlanta last weekend I have stayed around the house resting andtrying to get rid of a nasty bout of sneezing, wheezing, and coughing.&nbsp;They call it the nighttime sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head,fever, so you can rest medicine and oddly it’s true.&nbsp; I’ve felt like crap,take some Nyquil and hopefully feel better.&nbsp; It may have taken a few daysbut at least it seems to work.&nbsp; This cold&amp; flu has lasted over two weeks but finally I’m starting to feel better.&nbsp; I also burnt my left hand pouring hot coffeebut it has finally blistered and started healing so I’m ready to get back intothe swing of things.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">During this downtime I haven’t felt like working on a couple of projects I have going on rightnow but I did get in a few hours here and there.&nbsp; I do feed the birds anddeer every day (there need to eat too plus they are great to watch) and have hungout watching movies or tv shows on Roku.&nbsp; Between my sneezing attacksmaking for some funny noises and the constant coughing it has been a mostlymiserable couple weeks. Some of the shows watched were: Killing Fields, GoldRush, and Night Shift. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Over the timebetween Thanksgiving and Christmas I was able to write the stories of myAdventures with Johnny and it’s been nice having those ready to post duringthis time I haven’t felt great.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">One of the moviesI searched for this weekend was Secondhand Lions, a movie I have seen over andover that is rich in storytelling and flair.&nbsp; I could not find it “OnDemand” and I do not know where my DVD copy of it is at the moment so I wasdisappointed I could not see it once again.&nbsp;This movie is about a boy whose irresponsible mother drops him off athis uncle’s ranch in rural&nbsp;Texas&nbsp;where the boy learns about life andwhat it is like to be a man. &nbsp;This movie inspires me, and the twocharacters Garth and Hub played by Michael Caine and Robert Duvall respectivelygive some of their best performances.&nbsp; All three actors have won or beennominated for an Oscar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Our lives areimmeasurably enriched by larger-than-life eccentrics who seem to burn morebrightly than the rest of us. &nbsp;They stand before us with stories that takeus in and spin us around. &nbsp;They amaze us with antics that continuallysurprise us. &nbsp;They engender within us a fresh appreciation for the deepmysteries of the human personality. &nbsp;They stretch us with all the wildpossibilities inherent in every situation, no matter how small or seeminglyinconsequential. &nbsp;When we are in their presence, we feel that anything ispossible, &amp; that life is an adventure that deserves our intenseparticipation.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Many of us knowpeople like these two and hang onto their stories and presence.&nbsp; It may bean uncle, grandfather or parent who has over the years provided us with acommonplace attitude that life is to be lived, experienced to the fullestpossible extent.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">One of myfavorite scenes and speeches is given by Robert Duvall who is giving advice toHaley Joel Osment’s character Walter about life and people.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Duvall as UncleHub to Osment’s character Walter: “Sometimes the things that may or may not betrue are the things a man needs to believe in the most. &nbsp;That people arebasically good; that honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power andmoney, money and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and Iwant you to remember this . . . that love . . . true love never dies. &nbsp;Youremember that, boy. &nbsp;You remember that. &nbsp;Doesn't matter if it's trueor not. &nbsp;You see, a man should believe in those things, because those arethe things worth believing in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">There is power inthat statement.&nbsp; What a positive message to give our youth, things tobelieve in besides their video games, phones, and mechanical possibilities.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 11pt;">Hopefully I willfeel better tomorrow but these last few days were relaxing just doing nothingplanned at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Comic Sans MS&quot;; font-size: 11pt;"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span></span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/682762132232980256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/682762132232980256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/682762132232980256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/682762132232980256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/sniffing-sneezing-coughing-aching-and.html' title='Sniffing, sneezing, coughing, aching, and overall yucky feeling'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-2060482000717767110</id><published>2018-01-09T14:48:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-09T14:48:05.360-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures not realized . . . Life got in the Way</title><content type='html'><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Adventures not realized. . . Life got in the Way<o:p></o:p></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">In high school and beyond there were many more adventuresplanned and others that I wanted to write about but did not have a chance toput them down.&nbsp; One was motorcycles, aswe both loved them in our youth and with another friend David rode themtogether many times over the several years before I left for the Army.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">There was the weekend getaway to Panama City Beach, Floridawhich turned into a several month odyssey trip all the way to the west coast.&nbsp; Conversations went like this; “We have neverbeen to Mobile and there is the USS Alabama battleship in port, let’s go seeit.”&nbsp; Then the next day it was . . .“Never been to New Orleans what do you think?”&nbsp;It went on and on till that trip ended.&nbsp;I remember getting to California that first time and seeing the sky turnbrownish in color and looking like it was going to rain.&nbsp; After a couple days and as we approached LosAngeles we stopped for gas and finally asked someone when it was going torain?&nbsp; They laughed and told us that itwas smog.&nbsp; “The sky is brownish all thetime.”&nbsp; It was the first time we had seenanything like it.&nbsp; There were manymountains crossed, a couple of deserts, and rivers galore and we explored themall.&nbsp; The majesty of the Americanlandscape has remained with me to this day. <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">We both loved flying and when I was a corporate pilot,Johnny and I always talked of flying together. &nbsp;His airplane was at Stone Mountain and minewere at DeKalb Peachtree airports but with work schedules and family life wenever had the chance to fly in the same plane together or formation fly.&nbsp; We talked about it at every family gathering overthe years but it never materialized.&nbsp; I thenmoved to Alaska for almost twenty years and it became a non-realized adventure.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Driving US 1 all the way from Key West Florida to theCanadian border was another unrealized adventure for us.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxi4rp1A87BmGrZymWVdWktP0dxXqPUCQ_MD2LYujtvzLzcDc0Afq9VU2zVpDpskVq3xDuBJF2WgdPKBYyLx6nwUINFjTn-prWWK5Uel2uUfO_l0msq3q9ar1LMScHHelP1tC/s1600/Johnny+%2526+D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxi4rp1A87BmGrZymWVdWktP0dxXqPUCQ_MD2LYujtvzLzcDc0Afq9VU2zVpDpskVq3xDuBJF2WgdPKBYyLx6nwUINFjTn-prWWK5Uel2uUfO_l0msq3q9ar1LMScHHelP1tC/s320/Johnny+%2526+D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Johnny, I hope these recollections of our past will bringback memories of our youth and great times gone by.&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">For my blogger friends I hope you enjoyed these writings andwere able to share in our travels, great friendship and wonderful timestogether.&nbsp; As we’ve gotten older in our livesthese are the important things, those moments of laughter, the boyish charm wehad, the “we can do anything attitude” that is never lost and is buried deepinside our thoughts and being.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span><o:p></o:p></div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2060482000717767110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/2060482000717767110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2060482000717767110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2060482000717767110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/adventures-not-realized-life-got-in-way.html' title='Adventures not realized . . . Life got in the Way'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsxi4rp1A87BmGrZymWVdWktP0dxXqPUCQ_MD2LYujtvzLzcDc0Afq9VU2zVpDpskVq3xDuBJF2WgdPKBYyLx6nwUINFjTn-prWWK5Uel2uUfO_l0msq3q9ar1LMScHHelP1tC/s72-c/Johnny+%2526+D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-1275777302722902419</id><published>2018-01-08T06:08:00.001-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-08T06:08:19.552-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple H Skydiving Club - Locust Grove, Georgia</title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;">Triple H Skydiving Club</div><div style="text-align: center;">Locust Grove, Georgia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also Greene County Skydiving Club</div><div style="text-align: center;">McDonough, Georgia – I-75</div><br />After my discharge from the U.S. Army I returned home and Johnny and I resumed our adventures.&nbsp; While I was in the service Johnny had married my first cousin Debbie after she graduated school and moved to Atlanta to work for GMAC.&nbsp; They reconnected and as they say the “rest of the story” is their history together.<br /><br />Johnny was skydiving with Triple H skydiving club in Locust Grove, Georgia and invited me to go along.&nbsp; I went through the ground school training that morning and made my first static line jump.&nbsp; After all the static line jumps (5) were made Johnny, Debbie and I spent almost every weekend the weather was good at the drop zone.<br /><br />There was another drop zone close by just off Interstate 75 in McDonough called Greene County but that drop zone was within the Terminal Control Area (TCA) of Hartsfield Atlanta International Airport so many of the jumps there were limited to lower altitudes so not to violate the TCA airspace limits.&nbsp; I think the maximum jump was from 7,500 feet above the ground.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBz2V8Fn1G18NrIH2vTHNFxG8SnWgAGFBeRtLSrtyRibu7nAN8szzSrYic6adKC_qTIsTJx1Br127dUUQCHbDM_IkyHYGp_ADhaIBy57wWAZIdh5NSjCAd2qoC1KWChZmwPlM/s1600/Sky+dive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="259" data-original-width="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBz2V8Fn1G18NrIH2vTHNFxG8SnWgAGFBeRtLSrtyRibu7nAN8szzSrYic6adKC_qTIsTJx1Br127dUUQCHbDM_IkyHYGp_ADhaIBy57wWAZIdh5NSjCAd2qoC1KWChZmwPlM/s1600/Sky+dive.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Triple H was just one exit farther down I-75 so that is where we did most of our jumps as it was outside the Atlanta TCA and jumps were up to 12,500 feet.&nbsp; For months we spent many weekends arriving on Friday afternoon getting one or two jumps in and camping the two nights.&nbsp; Saturday was spent all day jumping from different altitudes depending on the loads and people there.&nbsp; Debbie would grill hot dogs or hamburgers and we would hang out with the other jumpers.&nbsp; On Sunday, we would get one or two jumps in before heading back to the north side of Atlanta where we lived.<br /><br />One jump I remember most was my last static line jump.&nbsp; It was from an altitude of 3,500 feet.&nbsp; The reason I have such a good recollection after all these years is I had taken my brother Ron with me that weekend to hang out and see me jump.&nbsp; I had arranged for his first airplane ride so he climbed aboard with the rest of the jumpers and watched as each person on the static line got into the doorway, got their last instructions from the jumpmaster and with a tap on the shoulder stepped into the nothingness of falling.<br /><br />I remember being the third one to jump and jokingly made my way closer to the door as each person before me left the aircraft.&nbsp; I told Ron to enjoy the ride and I would see him on the ground in a few minutes.&nbsp; The rush of air (wind) in your face as you stood at the door and the look down seeing the ground so far away was the first thing I noticed.&nbsp; It was not a natural feeling at this point but there were no second thoughts of not jumping out of a perfectly good airplane.&nbsp; I got into the doorway, signaled I was ready, was told the ground wind conditions by my jumpmaster and with a tap on my shoulder I leapt out of the plane.&nbsp;<br /><br />I arched my back (as instructed) and looked up at the airplane slowly banking left away from me going for another pass for the next jumper.&nbsp; I could feel the free falling for several seconds till the static line started the tug on my parachute pulling it out of the pack on my back.&nbsp; This all happened in the first five seconds from exiting the plane and I do what I’m supposed to do next and look up to inspect a good open canopy (parachute).&nbsp; What I see is not a round colorful parachute above my head but a semicircle mess of tangled lines, some tight while others were limp and blowing in the wind.&nbsp; The chute was curved and bent like a half folded cigarette spinning with me turning quickly with it.&nbsp; I dropped pretty fast and quickly tried to clear the fouled chute.&nbsp;<br /><br />I had what was called a spinning Mae West (the parachute looked like a huge half bra cup hence the term Mae West) malfunction (now called a line-over).&nbsp; So I cut away that garbage free falling for a few seconds pulling my reserve parachute.&nbsp; It opened correctly and was then hanging under my un-steerable 24-foot rip-stop reserve chute at about 1,800 feet above the ground.<br /><br />The weather was hot and humid, it had to be in the mid-90s, without a cloud in the sky, thermals galore were popping off the open fields around the drop zone and there was a 10-mph wind.&nbsp; I was hanging under my reserve chute when now what, really?&nbsp; It began to oscillate, 20 to 25 degrees to each side; swinging back and forth which was not good.&nbsp; I pulled down my right-side risers in an attempt to stop the oscillations and rotation.&nbsp; No change.&nbsp; I then pulled the front risers to no avail as the swing side to side reached about 50 degrees each side from vertical.<br /><br />Back in those days, we were very good at judging where we were going to land, because we jumped reserve parachutes that had a forward speed of just a few, if any, miles per hour.&nbsp; Well, I knew exactly where I was going to land on the edge of a pasture just off the dirt runway!&nbsp; With my reserve oscillating, the wind, my high descent rate and landing on the dirt or a barb wire fence I was heading for, I was experiencing the perfect storm of skydiving.&nbsp; Now my thoughts were of my brother above in the plane looking down at my malfunctioned chute spinning wildly and then having to tell my mama I had been hurt or killed skydiving.<br /><br />No time to think those thoughts now as I was preparing myself for an extremely hard landing and was telling myself this was going to hurt bad . . . real bad.&nbsp; I saw people running toward where I was going to land.&nbsp; It was going to be very, very ugly.&nbsp; Then, six inches above that Black Death; that pain, the end of my skydiving life . . . my canopy stopped!&nbsp; It stopped!&nbsp; Stopped oscillating, stopped its descent rate; it just stopped moving.&nbsp; I reached for the ground with my left foot before the canopy changed its mind and slammed me into that unforgiving ground.<br /><br />Well my foot found the ground, the canopy collapsed; the wind picked up and threw me to the ground, knocking the breath out of me.&nbsp; I lay there for about thirty seconds maybe a minute before trying to stand up!&nbsp; The canopy was covering the barbed wire fence; I stood up shaken, looking around for the plane carrying my brother which was just landing.&nbsp; The field I was landing in had a large thermal of hot air starting to rise from the ground as I was about to land and the upward air movement stopped my rapid decent making for safe landing.<br /><br />I heard noise, so I looked around and those jumpers who had been watching the drama unfold were standing up or running toward me and they were applauding.&nbsp; All those skydivers and girlfriends had been holding their collective breath, understood my circumstances and knew how dire my situation was.&nbsp; When I landed safely, they were as elated and thankful as I was.<br /><br />I gathered my gear, climbed over the barb wire fence and made my way across the field to the drop zone and the gathering of people where my brother Ron was waiting, also shaken, but glad to see me safe.&nbsp; It was another day of adventure for Johnny and I along life’s winding road.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8qlRgRvUZcgQ44G1vVjL4F3q-WIRscd2z4nLtUjz6hMPkKDfe0fvDucTMGBEZ4slXpA5hjWSLFUYB5bQPe_7vplg1xWjiBPXr5WhgaY8CHlOEfipdXUe6D2sUT7Wcn5F041k/s1600/20+RT.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="360" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8qlRgRvUZcgQ44G1vVjL4F3q-WIRscd2z4nLtUjz6hMPkKDfe0fvDucTMGBEZ4slXpA5hjWSLFUYB5bQPe_7vplg1xWjiBPXr5WhgaY8CHlOEfipdXUe6D2sUT7Wcn5F041k/s320/20+RT.PNG" width="180" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I continued to jump for a while then turned my attention to getting my pilot licenses and became a commercial corporate pilot flying rather than jumping from perfectly good airplanes.<br /><br /><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span><br /><div><br /></div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/1275777302722902419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/1275777302722902419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/1275777302722902419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/1275777302722902419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/triple-h-skydiving-club-locust-grove.html' title='Triple H Skydiving Club - Locust Grove, Georgia'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxBz2V8Fn1G18NrIH2vTHNFxG8SnWgAGFBeRtLSrtyRibu7nAN8szzSrYic6adKC_qTIsTJx1Br127dUUQCHbDM_IkyHYGp_ADhaIBy57wWAZIdh5NSjCAd2qoC1KWChZmwPlM/s72-c/Sky+dive.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18753173.post-2867508254319287356</id><published>2018-01-07T03:36:00.000-09:00</published><updated>2018-01-07T03:36:22.848-09:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Betty, Gone on Ahead</title><content type='html'><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Aunt Betty<o:p></o:p></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Gone on Ahead<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">My Aunt Betty, who Johnny and I visited many times in ouradventures passed away yesterday in north Florida.&nbsp; It was a cold but beautiful morning that shenever realized was happening around her.&nbsp;For the last ten years Alzheimer’s had stolen the beautiful woman that Iknew in my youth.&nbsp; It took from her thespirit and funny person that our family knew.&nbsp;It stripped her of her pride and I’m sure her vanity over these lastyears, AZ is such a terrible disease.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">In passing she is survived by brothers and a sister (mama),sons and daughters, grandkids, nieces and nephews (me).&nbsp; The shell she became is gone but I willremember Betty as the fun loving and funny aunt that I took the SouthernCrescent train to Florida each summer to spend time camping on Pensacola Beach,exploring Perido Key and having fun with my cousins.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: cyan;">Ice</span>&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/feeds/2867508254319287356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/18753173/2867508254319287356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2867508254319287356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18753173/posts/default/2867508254319287356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icewindsramblings.blogspot.com/2018/01/aunt-betty-gone-on-ahead.html' title='Aunt Betty, Gone on Ahead'/><author><name>Icewind</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13137983665713615913</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>If you would like to create a banner that links to this page (i.e. this validation result), do the following:
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