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Monday, May 30, 2011

Memorial Day Monday in May

Not just another three day weekend, the Memorial Day Holiday is a special one for all of us who love the U. S. of A. A day and time to remember those who gave their lives to keep our country strong and free.  The ultimate sacrifice they call it, and it truly is, not just for those who died but also for their families left behind. For those who had the courage to fight, the willingness to give  their all for the greater good of our country, we thank and remember you.  For those who need the courage to continue on in the absence of a loved one who has given their life, know that they are appreciated and will never be forgotten, and we thank you too.
  So let's not lose sight of this holiday, it is a celebration, but a somber celebration, a thanksgiving for all that we enjoy every day in this great country.


Arlington National Cemetery

Tomb of the Unknown Soldier

Korean War Memorial

Iwo Gima/Marine Corps Memorial

Vietnam Veteran's Memorial

World War II Memorial


  Freedom is not Free...


Peace to our great country and to the Planet ...

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Happy Birthday Jay

He was almost thirteen when I was born, and nearly 31 when he died.  We had eighteen years together, most of which were spent with me drooling etc. or, much later on,  partying.  In between my drooling and partying, my brother Jay managed to start his young adult life, fight off cancer, marry and settle down with his high school sweetheart, and together they were thrilled to have a baby son, considered miraculous after his chemo and radiation treatments.  Between the bad timing of our respective lives we never had much time to just be together.  I feel like I never really got to know him for myself, but mostly through stories and photos. Though, thankfully he made some serious efforts to be involved in the life of his little brother, creating memories that I carry to this day.  Two in particular stand out, both occurring sometime between the ages of  9-11 for me.  Jay took me to my first game at Fenway along with a friend of mine and a friend of his. I don't remember much in the way of specifics (a win against KC maybe?) but it's just cool that my first Sox game was with my big bro.  The other was a hike we took on the Long Trail.  Just the two of us on a two day, one overnight hike, the highlights, for me, at the time were a fellow hiker spearing a porcupine behind our shelter at night and missing church on Sunday (told you, I was ten...).  But the point is, he took the time to do some special stuff with me, I appreciated it at the time, but I appreciate it even more now.

I hardly knew you, Jay.  But I really miss you. Happy Birthday.

Love,
 your little bro

Peace to the planet...

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Stars of Peace

Stars of peace, shine brightly

Dawn of love and hope, hearts rising

Sun of happiness,  keep warming

Dusk of fulfillment, end of the day, of my soul

-TG

Peace, Love and Happiness to the Planet....

Friday, May 13, 2011

Random thoughts from the road

Some random thoughts as I've traveled three times in about six weeks-

"You're from Vermont?  That's a state, right?"  This from a 16-17year old seat mate on my way back from Key West-reminded me of another geographically challenged traveler I came across years ago who had a similar statement of "Vermont? what state's that in?"  Yikes-reminds me of the folks Leno finds for his "Jaywalking" bit.  I know Vermont is a small state.  A minor state in the grand scheme.  An unimportant state even.  But really? You don't recognize one of the fifty states when you hear it?

Highway billboards with words that simply don't belong together-

  GOURMET BUFFET  -   has anyone ever experienced gourmet food...at a buffet?  Here is where I'd like to make a snarky remark about folks from Arkansas or some other backwater state and how maybe they would think gourmet food could be had in a buffet line-but being from Vermont...well...I'll just have to include us in the joke and say that many from Arkansas, Vermont and other places have surely found what they thought was gourmet food in a buffet line.  And let's remember this is on a billboard sign on the highway!

 Fine Mexican Cuisine - Ummmm....  I love Mexican food, I mean I really love Mexican food, almost all of it (frequently all at one sitting, with a few margaritas to wash it down) but even really good Mexican food cannot be called "Fine"- it's just not that kind of food, plain and simple.  And "Cuisine"? well using a French word to describe Mexican food, just feels wrong. And, again, two words- billboard, highway.  Nuff said.

Public bathroom notes:
  -"Air Blades" spiffy and effective, motion activated hand dryers (from Dyson-the makers of overpriced ineffective vacuums).  These things are fast and effective air dryers where you insert your hands down and between two turbo/jet powered streams of air (the air blades I guess)-no towels, no drip down your arm as you put your hands up and under, like most conventional air dryers, very effective as I mentioned, plus they're just cool...
  -saw lots more hands free, motion activated everything in the public johns-toilets, urinals, faucets, soap dispensers, and hand dryers.  Now the last thing they need to include is a motion activated door so the entire bathroom experience can be hands, mess, and germ free.
  -used/saw the coolest urinal ever, yes, you read that correctly.  This thing was almost like a work of art, sculptural even.  A simple ovoid bowl, protruding at an angle from the wall.  Not only was it hands free, it was water free-no plumbing fixture, no electronic eye even.  Not sure exactly how that part works, being water free, but it worked.....no pee, no puddle, no smell.
-no, I'm not a bathroom freak, or a germophobe but you notice these things when you're on the road.
Another thing I noticed, mostly along the highways, was that there were lots of smelly very dirty bathrooms, and it struck me that once a public bathroom gets a bit funky, it tends to rapidly snowball, soon getting exponentially worse.  I guess that it's because they are distant and we're anonymous so no one really cares.  I think people figure, shit, it's already dirty so why bother trying to be neat or clean.  And forget about cleaning up after yourself-most people are too scared of getting germy just from the cleanup!

On the highway I was struck by the consumerism in our country, literally getting slapped in the face again and again by strip malls and box store parks, giant shrines built so we can worship at the altar of the almighty dollar.  Hardware, sporting goods, office supplies,cars, drugs, bed bath and waaay beyond-these massive stores on steroids, mile after mile after mile.
Another mile, another Home Depot.
Another mile, another Staples.
Another mile, another Bally total Fitness.
Another mile, another strip mall barfed up between exit ramps.
And then, there it was....breathe deep.....ahhhh smell that?  That's New Jersey! Yes after traffic, grit, construction, depression, and the GW bridge there lies the swampland of New Jersey.  Lovely Newark Airport, a farm of refinery tanks and billowing smokestacks and "Go! Central New Jersey" billboards and then the Thomas Edison service area on I-95!  What would he think of all this?  And would he have shared the light bulb with the world if he knew it would lead us here;  concrete barrier walls fifteen feet tall, protecting the crap on one side from the crap on the other?
Perth Amboy dead ahead!

Peace to the Planet...