tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35424354382960618842024-03-25T21:47:31.083-04:00ronnyelliottPeace and love and rock'n'roll from a hillbilly, hellbent on saving the world.ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.comBlogger2605125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-70372661678447500802024-03-25T05:40:00.000-04:002024-03-25T05:40:01.453-04:00Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thirsty<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLci7Fe4QCFcW3i6KzOSdcraq7tlG24nhlH6w1Vi6BEhMZA6vgwMHn66H5kgah2f0ZWd6zku9O6gZRbcAuLMh1tsIh4H-1sI3go6qQvZiy6heATqigFN1lU6ur37PpiHwGroQFTJFHTlHvCCrcVgLU2VqFBA7QZBe6lP0RkjQGFqLWTBrMobxUSzIZypR4/s996/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="996" data-original-width="945" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLci7Fe4QCFcW3i6KzOSdcraq7tlG24nhlH6w1Vi6BEhMZA6vgwMHn66H5kgah2f0ZWd6zku9O6gZRbcAuLMh1tsIh4H-1sI3go6qQvZiy6heATqigFN1lU6ur37PpiHwGroQFTJFHTlHvCCrcVgLU2VqFBA7QZBe6lP0RkjQGFqLWTBrMobxUSzIZypR4/s320/blog.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These days I keep up with friends mostly through dreams. When I arrived in England, I wondered if I would hear regularly from the people in my life. I don't. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For a sentimental fool like me, you would think that would be a tragedy of some degree. It's not.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Memories have always been my greatest treasures. These new ones are divine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope this doesn't translate as some idea that I don't miss anyone. I do. I'll see you in my dreams.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/W32t4eiAwnI" width="320" youtube-src-id="W32t4eiAwnI"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-66552426434184841532024-03-20T06:54:00.001-04:002024-03-20T06:54:14.574-04:00All The Saints Are Self-Employed<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEpY6iZaBxVmy1DWjz3rCy7ghEkQmFjAkGajozUXJGp5V5Pgdq80ltcGcV5TUKUPaOrdRW01XyljjSm5zwMDCgY072nn4S_2ozyiJUY9Tt61SLaERgykGFQe4lB6z-dSrz4QIxl9dF220pqhOQOUIQUJdW6hqrUPyXlaytgjjxIHgIx9u9lgdXdRgHiq2/s450/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="352" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSEpY6iZaBxVmy1DWjz3rCy7ghEkQmFjAkGajozUXJGp5V5Pgdq80ltcGcV5TUKUPaOrdRW01XyljjSm5zwMDCgY072nn4S_2ozyiJUY9Tt61SLaERgykGFQe4lB6z-dSrz4QIxl9dF220pqhOQOUIQUJdW6hqrUPyXlaytgjjxIHgIx9u9lgdXdRgHiq2/s320/blog2.jpg" width="250" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You fix what you can in this world. Sometimes the rules aren't fair. You can't always use that as your excuse. Just make sure that you're not missing any of the magic by tilting at the wrong windmills.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There aren't many valid excuses for not being kind. Righteous indignation shouldn't stop the party.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Take care of the lonely ones and don't pass up dessert.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war. I'll see you in Florida in April.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/pfSgz_9ZWoA" width="320" youtube-src-id="pfSgz_9ZWoA"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-29467219776385805912024-03-14T08:51:00.001-04:002024-03-14T08:51:21.439-04:00I Don't Play Frumps or Virgins<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihapjCv1Pv6U0pM9p1CTuqrDJzhdgewVbMKaxeBv4kaHRZr5AbpWzvJ60Xz3IaqSA3GqpsrZMphRCjOCDKe9qTEIeHQhQjmiEZrM36vA0QKeSb5A067wx6Lhxfh3rTMiDvFsLhaGK3tfqCPKBmAP6wshbankboFn4ehteeYmWprQQVJcahUfS2NAyukefL/s680/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="680" data-original-width="544" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihapjCv1Pv6U0pM9p1CTuqrDJzhdgewVbMKaxeBv4kaHRZr5AbpWzvJ60Xz3IaqSA3GqpsrZMphRCjOCDKe9qTEIeHQhQjmiEZrM36vA0QKeSb5A067wx6Lhxfh3rTMiDvFsLhaGK3tfqCPKBmAP6wshbankboFn4ehteeYmWprQQVJcahUfS2NAyukefL/s320/blog.jpg" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We're all going to end up with the same prize. We might as well have some fun along the way. Everyone eventually discovers that there is a "worry quota" that can't be denied. Let's face it, if they hadn't set up the customer call centre somewhere in the middle of India, you would have some other monumental crisis to fill your day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Remind yourself of the miracles. Keep in mind that you've never experienced anyone who was too kind. Don't take anyone or anything too seriously, but don't take anyone for granted.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you don't believe in magic, maybe you should get up in time for the sunrise tomorrow. If you don't believe in ghosts, maybe you should spend some time remembering that last dog. The one before, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As you can see, spell check has continued to "correct" <i>some</i> of my gibberish into the proper British form</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and not the rest, so that I come across as a half-literate imbecile regardless of where you read this dribble. There- now I have something to worry about for the next little while.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/yIc5bWB_6sI" width="320" youtube-src-id="yIc5bWB_6sI"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-62097151690040167102024-03-10T10:51:00.001-04:002024-03-10T10:51:30.454-04:00Heartstung<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFUfPo0Rz2Hui3M0iNCK3V1WI9QC3Pczqo83Y6fZkGxBPHpYecxdEM3g3Cz8o3i4cMoVodnPevyya4-l-59tXMlW2mBjtnbLhX8Y0Tzn7oXwEPZVGdHur9Xs2jKwwzpRF0ZqLuriIFbQt7D2sCN_fnHot6dWkRPsDbNzF0OXFPizdnVV5ik7QWOLs8wLX/s900/ladies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="714" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFUfPo0Rz2Hui3M0iNCK3V1WI9QC3Pczqo83Y6fZkGxBPHpYecxdEM3g3Cz8o3i4cMoVodnPevyya4-l-59tXMlW2mBjtnbLhX8Y0Tzn7oXwEPZVGdHur9Xs2jKwwzpRF0ZqLuriIFbQt7D2sCN_fnHot6dWkRPsDbNzF0OXFPizdnVV5ik7QWOLs8wLX/s320/ladies.jpg" width="254" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The folks who make the rules make rules for the folks who make the rules. Majorities don't always decide. The trick would seem to be to convince the masses that your concern is for them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Seems to me that, unless you're born to the ruling class, the only way to win is to refuse to play. Oh, you can marry into it, or you can grovel and claw your way in. Even then, you're not really one of <i>them, </i>are you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Your kids won't really be in the club, either. Their kids might, if everybody keeps his eye on the ball. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's the good news for the rest of you- They don't have the best parties or the dirtiest sex. They will overpay for Levis with the knees worn out and Stratocasters with the finish worn off for <i>authenticity.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is not some new phenomena. There's an ebb and a flow. Your best bet is probably to trade them some magic beans for their family cow. That, or sell them your beat up old Stratocaster on Ebay.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/KkUeztGivQg" width="320" youtube-src-id="KkUeztGivQg"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-51665782269169518242024-03-06T05:47:00.001-05:002024-03-06T05:47:27.455-05:00The Difference Between Whining and Winning<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-CKcl0NVymJwzrCYwbCocJMz30RiefGUiXcBrCLNEB8mbZVohes9PIfD1G8LLfy2hpE3ZSeGPiy9HZW0W8fYJ8_KIiBbnsMBYbkRbsPlBwnR6Oln0AxsCn76d30feVVvtCSweBC81P_-J1F9RVODLfCjgLonmqX3x11h6be7wdMPtrQa06S4E1a7TFwZ/s1070/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1070" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-CKcl0NVymJwzrCYwbCocJMz30RiefGUiXcBrCLNEB8mbZVohes9PIfD1G8LLfy2hpE3ZSeGPiy9HZW0W8fYJ8_KIiBbnsMBYbkRbsPlBwnR6Oln0AxsCn76d30feVVvtCSweBC81P_-J1F9RVODLfCjgLonmqX3x11h6be7wdMPtrQa06S4E1a7TFwZ/s320/blog2.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">How can I possibly live "in the moment" if I am always paying attention to the command, "wait for it," on some social media post? More often than not the cat just falls off the counter top.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In my world, irreverence trumps gravitas every time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Try to have fun while you save the world and always be kind. How hard can it be?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OTw377yszBQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="OTw377yszBQ"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-67082326090952699162024-02-29T12:39:00.000-05:002024-02-29T12:39:09.467-05:00Crank Case Goo<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObpvAZO7spEl2m4eMEsYfxwnbgHqmmAe-6LKBEgUjJd6l2XW73V39ZIgB6J2Z_Hfyv3QXZkAm57m6GTZrPPa8a0POZfPxh_yOh7K5Tb-dBveDjjZUvIBqPmH8IRzhtMd4mh_OX9yBCO8B1EGuHCxn5CgadMUJWVlljdVoe-QifNiTVxkNHfAzlp2Kc9yQ/s848/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="848" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObpvAZO7spEl2m4eMEsYfxwnbgHqmmAe-6LKBEgUjJd6l2XW73V39ZIgB6J2Z_Hfyv3QXZkAm57m6GTZrPPa8a0POZfPxh_yOh7K5Tb-dBveDjjZUvIBqPmH8IRzhtMd4mh_OX9yBCO8B1EGuHCxn5CgadMUJWVlljdVoe-QifNiTVxkNHfAzlp2Kc9yQ/s320/blog.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I read the news today, oh boy! Is it me or is the world crumbing? Of course, I would love to think that it's just humans. We seem to have decided to take polar bears, most orchids and 90% of the insects with us. Now, I've lived through assassinations, doomsday scenarios and the end of rock'n'roll. This seems, somehow, sadder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Probably my scariest scenario has always been that I would find it <i>all, </i>right at the end. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, dear friends- I seem to have found it all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z9emZrJuIJs" width="320" youtube-src-id="Z9emZrJuIJs"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-25486188813452331092024-02-19T11:58:00.001-05:002024-02-19T11:58:15.175-05:00Allow Us To Choose For You<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78AcrDjSW6JS0xDyysnOCPlwhwGv6FjG160bOe75keTydhtuy8JDGygXAUSOpueJ4SlZit5_DUgLpz7QhMV8GakibBDYJzQER4yb8v4Vza8giKf35RDCslsXgoyk8uiw5oNCZ5dvqZXCAyVy_e_wbLTrifw2OoGtynfrVXRdVbC5f1nOLOyN0aZWSmMyN/s1180/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1180" data-original-width="946" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh78AcrDjSW6JS0xDyysnOCPlwhwGv6FjG160bOe75keTydhtuy8JDGygXAUSOpueJ4SlZit5_DUgLpz7QhMV8GakibBDYJzQER4yb8v4Vza8giKf35RDCslsXgoyk8uiw5oNCZ5dvqZXCAyVy_e_wbLTrifw2OoGtynfrVXRdVbC5f1nOLOyN0aZWSmMyN/s320/blog.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Bomb shelters, face masks, race riots and polio. If you're not afraid, you're not paying attention. Governments and religions rely on you remaining insecure enough to pay through the nose for protection. Of course, not everyone pays his share.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adam and Eve were doing fine until that blasted snake brought that confound apple to the dinner party. They learned that they were naked and that they were gonna kick the bucket at some point. What a party, huh? Gimme a break! I'm from Alabama and I <i>know </i>when I'm naked and I'm well aware of my mortality.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The secret is that there is no secret. Knock yourself out. Hold hands when you can. Eat cake for breakfast and laugh when you get a chance. It's never inappropriate. Tell 'em I said so. Cry if you need to, or rather, when you need to. It's okay. This is it, dear friend- don't miss a minute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PEuI75_Fcb0" width="320" youtube-src-id="PEuI75_Fcb0"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-88423343902595399492024-02-16T08:57:00.001-05:002024-02-16T08:57:50.314-05:00Blue and Gray Skies<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xp6lfwgDXy5SZ8lHm5fmZGHY9IYI4kcq2SpSLZ0UtPoaI-cnRl1GAQ06p3opcrwTgPRFJmqScmAtFPwCF8hwiwhwStmVq5OlctdBMnN6oqj9U2vWyO6cNAcKbQv5rNW0hojP2c_XVtumMhXswHmfFoJpKMyrSscPigXrL46BeLVMTksdI7hM3ydRH6I1/s791/gf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="791" data-original-width="630" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9xp6lfwgDXy5SZ8lHm5fmZGHY9IYI4kcq2SpSLZ0UtPoaI-cnRl1GAQ06p3opcrwTgPRFJmqScmAtFPwCF8hwiwhwStmVq5OlctdBMnN6oqj9U2vWyO6cNAcKbQv5rNW0hojP2c_XVtumMhXswHmfFoJpKMyrSscPigXrL46BeLVMTksdI7hM3ydRH6I1/s320/gf.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Programmed to worry about something, peace of mind is a task for all of us. If you're lucky enough to figure it out, you've got it made. That, or you're just shiftless and lazy. Either way, pal, it's just semantics.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You know the end. Everything up to that point is up to you. Well, up to you and luck, I suppose. You of the religious ilk will dispute this part. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me, I'm eating Valentine candy as if it's going out of style and making plans for sunny weather. Trust me. Have I ever lied to you?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9JhVD6FSj8g" width="320" youtube-src-id="9JhVD6FSj8g"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-79937262083948657832024-01-28T07:34:00.002-05:002024-01-28T07:39:28.885-05:00Mad Englishmen and Dogs<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2ADOjCmn8BaMoDZxJ1g9FjWbNgE8e5DUBUdcVK8lEzSLn-irXoqoUGqeZB8EM01pbx_aqA4XWmK5HZYLMBHsKHo9gRfGX9OAWSvw0SCw4jbsUrEc3C4qPuDXihsFDHhp2ElhmTCa7L-p0VT_YeO7s6GiV_eHgTf4OjTpGlXzkpD0x8756-xqBtndJ0vj/s480/blog.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="361" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2ADOjCmn8BaMoDZxJ1g9FjWbNgE8e5DUBUdcVK8lEzSLn-irXoqoUGqeZB8EM01pbx_aqA4XWmK5HZYLMBHsKHo9gRfGX9OAWSvw0SCw4jbsUrEc3C4qPuDXihsFDHhp2ElhmTCa7L-p0VT_YeO7s6GiV_eHgTf4OjTpGlXzkpD0x8756-xqBtndJ0vj/s320/blog.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">For some of us it's hard to accept that there is no hurry. I don't know where we're going but I'm pretty sure we're all going to the same place. The very idea that old men continue to trick young men into fighting breaks my heart. Oh, I remember when I had such high hopes for mankind. That was, of course, all before Milli Vanilli.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Time marches in that one direction and I continue to have everything I've ever wanted. When they tell you to be careful what you wish for, just ignore them. They're the same ones who told you that the meek will inherit the earth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don't trade your soul for green paper, either. Slow down. Enjoy dreams. Love wildly, carelessly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hdyhXFrrjqw" width="320" youtube-src-id="hdyhXFrrjqw"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-34504914029458918422024-01-19T10:45:00.000-05:002024-01-19T10:45:19.696-05:00When It Rains<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHm_L79LkJdrcBYSQDf5Pzr9MdODrBAN_DELfa9aLY1_bGgD-nG_8Rm9uX_pVdKAzpn3rQfEB-Prwt7LrAhVvttf6BdTSQIIlnEq5xzI6lszRCDxKFzCRxcLjjqnUYAXnMmLiL3-aAq6f5t-p7r022vzFXeeScA2Qk7dvKSlHtLuwBXjR1Q_xPSroZ8Ptz/s546/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="546" data-original-width="474" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHm_L79LkJdrcBYSQDf5Pzr9MdODrBAN_DELfa9aLY1_bGgD-nG_8Rm9uX_pVdKAzpn3rQfEB-Prwt7LrAhVvttf6BdTSQIIlnEq5xzI6lszRCDxKFzCRxcLjjqnUYAXnMmLiL3-aAq6f5t-p7r022vzFXeeScA2Qk7dvKSlHtLuwBXjR1Q_xPSroZ8Ptz/s320/blog.jpg" width="278" /></a></div><p></p></blockquote><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>This is it, isn't it? It's not really that there is no meaning to life. It's just that <i>this </i>is <i>it. </i>Of course I don't possess the vocabulary to describe it, but neither did Einstein, Buddha, Elizabeth Barrett Browning or Pythagoras. </p><p>It's the end that we learn to dread. Few of us have the imagination to imagine whatever life is without us. Except for history majors, we're mostly arrogant enough to conclude that everything that came before us was just an opening act. </p><p>Listen pal- I may be an insignificant speck on another insignificant speck in a vast cosmos, but I'm just as significant as any other speck on his own. Enjoy yourself. It's later than you think.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/e3aZNqwIpOE" width="320" youtube-src-id="e3aZNqwIpOE"></iframe></div><br /> <p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHm_L79LkJdrcBYSQDf5Pzr9MdODrBAN_DELfa9aLY1_bGgD-nG_8Rm9uX_pVdKAzpn3rQfEB-Prwt7LrAhVvttf6BdTSQIIlnEq5xzI6lszRCDxKFzCRxcLjjqnUYAXnMmLiL3-aAq6f5t-p7r022vzFXeeScA2Qk7dvKSlHtLuwBXjR1Q_xPSroZ8Ptz/s546/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><br /> <p></p></blockquote>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-56768832291028852442024-01-14T08:27:00.000-05:002024-01-14T08:27:03.618-05:00Formal Attire<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hH7om2iIH2TTT2jL1-edVghIqNUCS0_E24lHKxJ4rvwBa4is6xHEJyLM9hFiagrPmXaIrSUUrUc60WHugqQgaikA9JpxfnqGDdZqM_PFc-Tl1ZfCXC3Okhyphenhyphen86LDSF5GmZzBx4DpZOt0qcOm5B2zAyF5rxJeuFtzXLiz6HvcjoRte07NvYDE5wdnphdiM/s1498/new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1498" data-original-width="1112" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7hH7om2iIH2TTT2jL1-edVghIqNUCS0_E24lHKxJ4rvwBa4is6xHEJyLM9hFiagrPmXaIrSUUrUc60WHugqQgaikA9JpxfnqGDdZqM_PFc-Tl1ZfCXC3Okhyphenhyphen86LDSF5GmZzBx4DpZOt0qcOm5B2zAyF5rxJeuFtzXLiz6HvcjoRte07NvYDE5wdnphdiM/s320/new.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While I grieved my loss of rock'n'roll, I kept my mind off other loss. <i>Real </i>loss. It finally dawns on me that rock'n'roll was merely symbolic of my youth, my innocence. It could have been football or religion. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If you're looking for the meaning of life, searching for truth, well, buddy- this is it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Turn the love up to 10 and live. <i>Hotcha!</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/dIdqStDXiGA" width="320" youtube-src-id="dIdqStDXiGA"></iframe></div><br /><i><br /></i></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-13075418629119844442024-01-06T12:10:00.001-05:002024-01-06T12:10:21.646-05:00Train Time<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0eEFCCWDEPvx9G6pdwtJzTyttdPJxYdkJHp3Xh2nu8kwdaWb5XuCfpCOkNu6qCO6QtnAJtT8AS6vUaeuLSg05zvJ4VxBjKy6pD_8VYmo9T-JdIX5CaOPlVca3L9mAOK71jDvBYnDkmXCsb24dtpvFE6FTVnAHWaFbX6kA_9WmlgknIz2S2KU6EdkSFnE/s1204/BakerBlog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1204" data-original-width="810" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN0eEFCCWDEPvx9G6pdwtJzTyttdPJxYdkJHp3Xh2nu8kwdaWb5XuCfpCOkNu6qCO6QtnAJtT8AS6vUaeuLSg05zvJ4VxBjKy6pD_8VYmo9T-JdIX5CaOPlVca3L9mAOK71jDvBYnDkmXCsb24dtpvFE6FTVnAHWaFbX6kA_9WmlgknIz2S2KU6EdkSFnE/s320/BakerBlog.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What a night! I was nine years old and I had just watched Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers follow the Drifters onstage who had brought out their special guest for the evening, Clyde McPhatter, who was home on-leave in his U.S. Army uniform. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were waiting for Bo Diddley and the Platters; the Teen Queens and, of course, the headliners, Bill Haley and the Comets. Great goodness!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Suddenly the familiar riff from Tweedlee Dee wafted through the cavernous armory walls with that wondrous clang of the holy cowbell. The spotlight shone on the sequinned shape at the foot of the stage steps. LaVern Baker raised both arms and snapped her fingers. Two of the guys from the band dutifully dropped their horns and ran to the steps, lifting Ms. Baker by her elbows to the stage. Her dress, above the crinolinely flare, was too tight to walk up the steps.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If that wasn't the height of Western civilization up till then, it was close.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Khzf3t-ogqA" width="320" youtube-src-id="Khzf3t-ogqA"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-65183188326924461812024-01-03T14:58:00.001-05:002024-01-03T14:58:23.489-05:00Never Said Never<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVl8dY7LqUbxpDy-n00wRoPS4DMlioW8zZnXW2aBCj25qJp-V2zMOVaZKmdN4dnqaI2GkCoVIujPdRmDnD1yt4VKiLyR_A2ilD8ppdl1pQ2fTh5wwVDXjNArMKnSQTBm16bjbYAGArUblELRZsOm3C5v5JjjaYEYvvj7inggO6czDHyQyORmu6XkfOM55/s1142/newblog.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1142" data-original-width="848" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRVl8dY7LqUbxpDy-n00wRoPS4DMlioW8zZnXW2aBCj25qJp-V2zMOVaZKmdN4dnqaI2GkCoVIujPdRmDnD1yt4VKiLyR_A2ilD8ppdl1pQ2fTh5wwVDXjNArMKnSQTBm16bjbYAGArUblELRZsOm3C5v5JjjaYEYvvj7inggO6czDHyQyORmu6XkfOM55/s320/newblog.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stories use me. Yeah, they probably get frustrated with my attention span, or really, my lack of attention span. There's a real world and there's perception. I've lost track, somehow, of whether <i>this </i>is the dream or the reality. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kindness is the key and love is the answer. Everything else is filler.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've meant to tell you that I love you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/v9kuNDhkdKg" width="320" youtube-src-id="v9kuNDhkdKg"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-78784171950441095642023-12-21T07:10:00.001-05:002023-12-21T07:10:09.110-05:00Not Born To The Manner<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn2QO-G-jYpvRofTo852ilr3BbbSd-nviaqb4OUnOzfufJgqgjtrVPBN9WoFUUCZCpjtsH1LXoJnednX_xxZ5RhsO7o_N60zttf0lIaKnIhLLS_UcKoPq7WfS2J6fdWPTQqVBO1ggTKZm5f797ZaGGGqnVelB4ZLlhelS8E9Fpl2QPE8Ndc312j3kmhIP/s918/cab.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="918" data-original-width="736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSn2QO-G-jYpvRofTo852ilr3BbbSd-nviaqb4OUnOzfufJgqgjtrVPBN9WoFUUCZCpjtsH1LXoJnednX_xxZ5RhsO7o_N60zttf0lIaKnIhLLS_UcKoPq7WfS2J6fdWPTQqVBO1ggTKZm5f797ZaGGGqnVelB4ZLlhelS8E9Fpl2QPE8Ndc312j3kmhIP/s320/cab.jpg" width="257" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yeah, I grew up with them. I don't have anything against them but I was never gonna be one of them. Oh, I suppose I could have joined the right clubs and worn the right clothes and combed my hair properly. My single mom scraped by and did without to make sure that I had everything. We lived in the right part of town, in the right school district because she wanted me to have every opportunity. You know- to be <i>somebody. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Honestly, I had no idea that I was ever rebelling against anything. I just knew that I wanted to be Little Richard in a Jimmy Stewart world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, sir, I seem to have wound up Ronny Elliott in a Donald Trump world. There's an ocean between me and Old Glory and true love in the future as far as the eye can see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/m6eYAedZ6e0" width="320" youtube-src-id="m6eYAedZ6e0"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-55998604697309836312023-12-13T09:04:00.001-05:002023-12-16T09:49:05.451-05:00Christmas Over Here<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_IALLmKlHICneJCWlAjn-aGT5Ede-GepEodidfJQ3bIZKNlZFcHrp5MRavH2ZCdv8PY8MrLa64_vll6YWElW9arXsemdYczXDw-Na_w8hzkl5dzlnQBL0_00xROuBQ8jm8KDvJ__INNI8qdyR17aStSVr5B7S9pi5DFRLXhwHcov6F1P0PlRGeiiYpbT/s1046/xmasblog.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1046" data-original-width="804" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi_IALLmKlHICneJCWlAjn-aGT5Ede-GepEodidfJQ3bIZKNlZFcHrp5MRavH2ZCdv8PY8MrLa64_vll6YWElW9arXsemdYczXDw-Na_w8hzkl5dzlnQBL0_00xROuBQ8jm8KDvJ__INNI8qdyR17aStSVr5B7S9pi5DFRLXhwHcov6F1P0PlRGeiiYpbT/s320/xmasblog.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hodee-hodee-ho! Happy holidays to all of you. I wish you all the peace and blessings in the world. I hope you're all as excited about this season as I am. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maybe this is as good a time as any to tell you about my life on the right side of the ocean and the wrong side of the road. Let me start by saying that my existence is about as perfect as it could be. We live in a tiny village in a tiny town in the south of England.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Dorset has the finest weather in the UK. That's a lot like saying that Morvan was the best singer in Milli Vanilli. When I heard that it was frequently windy, I thought that maybe I could fly the occasional kite. Turns out that <i>windy </i>in England is like <i>pudding </i>or <i>chips </i>or <i>egg nog.</i> Familiar word, entirely different meaning. Let me just say that within an hour of assembling a wooden storage shed in the back garden, we watched out the back door as it sailed across the property. Those scenes on cable TV where the valiant weatherman stands, battered by winds and rain, in a hurricane scene in Florida- that's just waiting for the bus to Weymouth on a Tuesday morning here. Wind means <b>WIND.</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To say that life is quiet here doesn't do it justice. We usually walk into town. If we have to drive- well, if Kate has to drive, I'm not crazy- parking is free. Of course, there's nothing in town. Mostly a few charity shops. Thrift shops to most of you. There are a few cafes, the watch strap shop, the vape shop and the wool shop. We like to play a game to see if we can ever find it open. There's the local pub, the Punch Bowl. Main feature is the patch of astro-turf in front. There are cat mummies in the local museum. If company comes, there's the lighthouse and the hole.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, we have plenty to do. Amos and Andy dvds. Rocks and broken glass that we pick up at the beach. We usually manage more than three meals on any given day, too. We spend a lot of our free time lavishing praise on Vera and I'm pretty sure she likes it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You want to know how perfect Kate is for me? This morning she came down in a gold and silver sequinned dress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"I bought this for a pound at a charity shop a long time ago. I get it out and wear it once a year at Christmas and I wonder, 'Why do I ever wear anything else?' "</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Why, indeed!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/W-zNVml9Ukk" width="320" youtube-src-id="W-zNVml9Ukk"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-85700033534161064192023-12-09T08:55:00.001-05:002023-12-09T08:55:43.833-05:00City Lights and Country Bumpkins<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4p-HRp9g4SAWVxNl8TZ2GYGMXm8orYGF4tkC5oZFtuNlnSBW2XN8Kjal7KSs9FtHQyuwUNBKbDlttS5XImY3fca7lK3p3XX3KkmD5VOSj5fi4_ZtD7LSYi-XafeXBbudocJpJT3c3r9oxCmP0F8WoPpBbnw_b10gBexlbyRSniH_bmwY5QkH0Ey6MFhJ/s600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="428" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4p-HRp9g4SAWVxNl8TZ2GYGMXm8orYGF4tkC5oZFtuNlnSBW2XN8Kjal7KSs9FtHQyuwUNBKbDlttS5XImY3fca7lK3p3XX3KkmD5VOSj5fi4_ZtD7LSYi-XafeXBbudocJpJT3c3r9oxCmP0F8WoPpBbnw_b10gBexlbyRSniH_bmwY5QkH0Ey6MFhJ/s320/blog.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maybe it's time to get all the toys out of the chest. If I'm gonna use up all the love that I came with from the factory, I had better shake a leg. Speaking of shaking a leg, I won't miss any opportunity to dance, from here on out. Of course I don't much care for dancing, not with people in the room. Luckily, Kate doesn't either. Still, there's no reason not to dust off my old tap dancin' moves when a hot one comes on.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Who was it who said, "Don't leave any empty tape?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, yeah.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope to leave shoes so well-worn that no charity shop will take them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JteqihhNhOo" width="320" youtube-src-id="JteqihhNhOo"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-87382944725402428682023-11-29T05:36:00.000-05:002023-11-29T05:36:04.228-05:00All The Good Ones<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmrj_ZWafSCcCXNH-Kn07-AC3S4Nm4bW0bnLg1umrBd64U8jMOL9ZTOT_XkCS7pBfT55LlYpl3BNmfxE8z6W7dpiTSXuWnrl61ERHIPegF-2jH4odPBlMAF239wr1z0CzETPhInQW1-8auS4Xqw7DDdeQRQkjKXhE76zql1XvsjMzR-fr7f0Qnzi6PhOMN/s1830/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1830" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmrj_ZWafSCcCXNH-Kn07-AC3S4Nm4bW0bnLg1umrBd64U8jMOL9ZTOT_XkCS7pBfT55LlYpl3BNmfxE8z6W7dpiTSXuWnrl61ERHIPegF-2jH4odPBlMAF239wr1z0CzETPhInQW1-8auS4Xqw7DDdeQRQkjKXhE76zql1XvsjMzR-fr7f0Qnzi6PhOMN/s320/blog2.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Funny, isn't it- none of the beats admitted to being <i>beat.</i> By the end, Kerouac couldn't keep quiet about his distaste for hippies. If the club has a name, maybe you might think twice about joining up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Always told myself that I wasn't bothered about being picked last for the team. Here I am, still talking about it. Do I mind never having fit in? I'm probably not the one to ask.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/N5tvJpqDa64" width="320" youtube-src-id="N5tvJpqDa64"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-39675189004209450972023-11-19T14:44:00.001-05:002023-11-19T14:44:51.296-05:00Who Came Up With Time?<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oZBxBYykv_4CauxGRT2oo6tin1ifcT0nvK_c3u4l6ZRezBhdPaFKqoiKzQxN142d-sgvkSGnZN4f8rhJ8IuiOKCZv-Az0hWrHuEy-s_E9vinKPXY4iw81zEMRHFVD7Dj213td0Wht50yf3CkuGdtgGJkv7_ZfVzup8DDvjpasBHdbhugdajRmK5zEFHK/s1293/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1293" data-original-width="736" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9oZBxBYykv_4CauxGRT2oo6tin1ifcT0nvK_c3u4l6ZRezBhdPaFKqoiKzQxN142d-sgvkSGnZN4f8rhJ8IuiOKCZv-Az0hWrHuEy-s_E9vinKPXY4iw81zEMRHFVD7Dj213td0Wht50yf3CkuGdtgGJkv7_ZfVzup8DDvjpasBHdbhugdajRmK5zEFHK/s320/blog.jpg" width="182" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I sit here and worry about the babies in Gaza, it's hard to consider that the world is a better place than the one that I came into. If you're not careful, they'll make you cynical. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Most of my friends agree that the planet would be better run by dogs. There are plenty of sweet, kind folks around. Not many of them serve in politics. I'll leave it to you to decide whether religious leaders deserve salaries with all those zeroes. Don't get me started on the art treasures in the Vatican and evangelical activity in American affairs of state.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It has taken me all these years to understand that rock'n'roll, like all popular culture, served as a distraction to a world of trouble. Somewhere along the line, some trouble-making kid took Chuck Berry's relatively harmless "Too Much Monkey Business" and sang about bad working conditions and income inequality and insisted that he wasn't going to work on Maggie's gol-darned farm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, you still had professional sports and television to keep the public in that daze. With sex as the secret sauce, tastemakers around the world worked tirelessly to keep our noses to the grindstone. Once the internet paired with cell phones, the fix was in.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Cheaters still win. War is bigger than ever. Any notion of world peace seems quaint, naive.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Somehow I remain hopeful. I don't miss a moment. It's all about love. You do what you can. All you need is love. Maybe this stuff will catch on. It's come in and out of fashion during my time here. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/VaPYZqV1wEU" width="320" youtube-src-id="VaPYZqV1wEU"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-4896797584148759882023-11-16T05:59:00.000-05:002023-11-16T05:59:23.618-05:00Work Clothes<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFH7rvy-59KsR8AubCNsECgv8yqcCpNTnYoIuO7ZLudBfBrXMXNoQQhLcExu4IhFCu82fIBv-yS3vie1VsNNj0amdb7HL3Hud6oAL9eC5np1L-97T0VLIN2Qr6jXPrfL0tlcrfvI_VV9vVKYgq1wbLvIvjvGNjLrCNSB_hiJgMOeZevhoLwm45Vo0W1K5c/s1024/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="733" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFH7rvy-59KsR8AubCNsECgv8yqcCpNTnYoIuO7ZLudBfBrXMXNoQQhLcExu4IhFCu82fIBv-yS3vie1VsNNj0amdb7HL3Hud6oAL9eC5np1L-97T0VLIN2Qr6jXPrfL0tlcrfvI_VV9vVKYgq1wbLvIvjvGNjLrCNSB_hiJgMOeZevhoLwm45Vo0W1K5c/s320/blog.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Over here searching for proof of my existence and all I can find is lustful thoughts and memories of loneliness. What on earth causes folks to behave the way they do? When will the last soldier lay down his weapon? Certainly nobody wants to be the first.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The way I see it, my mind in the perpetual gutter has kept it off war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nobody has accused me of being a great thinker, but I don't believe I've done much harm. Maybe I should have had loftier goals, grander ambition.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/zbARp_C2UqM" width="320" youtube-src-id="zbARp_C2UqM"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-70175873451954440592023-11-11T09:21:00.002-05:002023-11-11T10:59:00.392-05:00Some Days<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1K3tpJkknHO9aJKAFOaSnqD2xBnrZdzYI9n311ZUMzXSqdacy5swjJIr1EfFmGmRWycC7KDfPSEUk7hcIwBIHK4a6fFuyVYsnTVC8Otq2PNCCnwVwzLjSYRJ3zZFnEylu9ndsnkiQyF_QhLcEV2I_tTnj1-z1OcVnBy8hH8GKy16vrIgW7EjrVWKGAa1/s300/blog.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="220" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1K3tpJkknHO9aJKAFOaSnqD2xBnrZdzYI9n311ZUMzXSqdacy5swjJIr1EfFmGmRWycC7KDfPSEUk7hcIwBIHK4a6fFuyVYsnTVC8Otq2PNCCnwVwzLjSYRJ3zZFnEylu9ndsnkiQyF_QhLcEV2I_tTnj1-z1OcVnBy8hH8GKy16vrIgW7EjrVWKGAa1/s1600/blog.jpg" width="220" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, give me a home where the punks don't have guns and the skies are quite cloudy all day. Drivers wait courteously for oncoming traffic on narrow lanes where two cars can't pass. Road rage consists of a roll of the eyes and a muttered, "Blimey!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Politics on television is, nearly as I can tell, what every <i>Monty Python</i> skit is based on. You just don't see any lavender turbans in the halls of congress.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Don't get me wrong- I'm not intentionally denigrating American culture. It's just that the sense that I've had over the last few decades that kindness and civility were disappearing seems to be well-founded.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Homesick? Ever? Well, I miss my friends and what family I have left, but Katie and Vera determine home. We share a snood. Can you believe it?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/5xhAjcWityg" width="320" youtube-src-id="5xhAjcWityg"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-4407485685261041072023-11-04T13:13:00.001-04:002023-11-04T13:13:27.063-04:00Jiggety Jig<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgawIsB7Ydgyoi5RmdHvKJa6uLXYzAoZ7JG5-SMTfvRNKXzhhYKW56-Kbhqdw_YqoGtugp3B1y0caL3EmsIZVheZfWtURMGfUOybCRyfBKz4a2xN0_paVqslfAUO5HxX2FvxlbN2lOTjl2_oSvUXnrfahRSHrLgWKOV78wVop_0IBSJq_y4OlAbgu-C6MaJ" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1729" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgawIsB7Ydgyoi5RmdHvKJa6uLXYzAoZ7JG5-SMTfvRNKXzhhYKW56-Kbhqdw_YqoGtugp3B1y0caL3EmsIZVheZfWtURMGfUOybCRyfBKz4a2xN0_paVqslfAUO5HxX2FvxlbN2lOTjl2_oSvUXnrfahRSHrLgWKOV78wVop_0IBSJq_y4OlAbgu-C6MaJ" width="178" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Home, as they say, is where the heart is. I'm home. By the way, who are "they?"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After a short visit to the good ol' USA, I'm back in Dorset. Home. It was surely sweet to see friends. Of course I missed more than I saw.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are good people and there are bad people wherever you go. I really prefer to think that there are only good people, but some of them have been damaged along the way. At any rate, I seem to run across mostly the good ones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We're gonna take the slow approach to Christmas this year. Since we lost our Sunny Jim, we're down to three for the holiday. I'll get our 2' plastic tree down from the attic when I get up the ambition and Kate and Vera and I will decorate as the mood dictates.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wish for all of you the measure of happiness that I have. Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/N-VJTtR6arM" width="320" youtube-src-id="N-VJTtR6arM"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-4955154847651961622023-10-18T08:53:00.001-04:002023-10-18T08:53:53.065-04:00How Many More Summers?<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxo3QpwjNzq50UMjOtwSkfR-9KrDThvbL83OpQYZATGeHWHwVi8l6Qg2gbAR6612Jg9llZaZwRoTYC1PAX49xI3kdQYa_V6ft72N49y6FRD2F-zLwhXyfhUb2hx_CRqvMhCCPokBqs9kaaTN6rRRYwlbh-OQk0Rmb7y5w9yb6GW6H6mqbdH8vkiGRfjdaH/s1428/whisper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1428" data-original-width="1064" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxo3QpwjNzq50UMjOtwSkfR-9KrDThvbL83OpQYZATGeHWHwVi8l6Qg2gbAR6612Jg9llZaZwRoTYC1PAX49xI3kdQYa_V6ft72N49y6FRD2F-zLwhXyfhUb2hx_CRqvMhCCPokBqs9kaaTN6rRRYwlbh-OQk0Rmb7y5w9yb6GW6H6mqbdH8vkiGRfjdaH/s320/whisper.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When the world is burning and drowning at the same time, but you keep rolling sevens, it's time to go to the party, isn't it? Nothing is guaranteed, regardless of what was promised. You do what you can.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Love is the only currency that matters. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When you find home again, settle in. If there's wild knocking on the door as the sun is coming up, just assume that it's true love.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7TOyFCqaLO4" width="320" youtube-src-id="7TOyFCqaLO4"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-63814645422554325312023-10-01T11:56:00.001-04:002023-10-01T11:56:56.038-04:00Now What?<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tsmVRhNJCt4hoYcXXTDza9oRCgr7oNPy6KtCydf9e7jXLHeDVisMnCRFTNlnzREjDotoujx5VTidXVZlWSbvFk9GifeX3tkBbHOjf2woHdpWl-CKcrVl4fNjhaWqu0wJfYKJWsz8moi7rKQWgEJtZxNlAsn6oF9aj-NTKA_Lu3SYt4Miuxf3CA7ZC5gp/s685/blogsun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="685" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4tsmVRhNJCt4hoYcXXTDza9oRCgr7oNPy6KtCydf9e7jXLHeDVisMnCRFTNlnzREjDotoujx5VTidXVZlWSbvFk9GifeX3tkBbHOjf2woHdpWl-CKcrVl4fNjhaWqu0wJfYKJWsz8moi7rKQWgEJtZxNlAsn6oF9aj-NTKA_Lu3SYt4Miuxf3CA7ZC5gp/s320/blogsun.jpg" width="234" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Arrogance comes early. Wisdom, if it comes at all, is late to the party. Kindness, as it turns out, doesn't cost you a thing. In fact, it pays great dividends. Show me a soul who believes he's been kind enough and I'll show you a fool who hasn't paid attention.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I ran out of <i>stuff </i>to want a long time ago and, knowing that nothing is permanent, all I really want is to pay attention to everything that's in front of me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Memories? More than my fair share, thank you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've always cried at endings but I've always loved a grand finale.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/3LTf_0WqN_k" width="320" youtube-src-id="3LTf_0WqN_k"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-12852824344343060222023-09-19T06:28:00.001-04:002023-09-19T06:28:55.113-04:00It Rolls 'til It Don't<p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_Qa8q7acTeqYM1kkn0nrQ0BsBXyxj8XOy5tj5DZcVIKAgVUlpWunqYWhLWPQ_xYq7BnsGg--3U0vZLNbNOjlFgC0DXn4NfVSO5YGVtvsZls4ppvmPNQG6r2gEZziw4SiR08Y06T3vtCZN0hWvIqMUbDVvrsztZ-_FxDueiSv0r0lU73C1j96GLJkyqAT/s2592/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1486" data-original-width="2592" height="183" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_Qa8q7acTeqYM1kkn0nrQ0BsBXyxj8XOy5tj5DZcVIKAgVUlpWunqYWhLWPQ_xYq7BnsGg--3U0vZLNbNOjlFgC0DXn4NfVSO5YGVtvsZls4ppvmPNQG6r2gEZziw4SiR08Y06T3vtCZN0hWvIqMUbDVvrsztZ-_FxDueiSv0r0lU73C1j96GLJkyqAT/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Doing good should just come naturally, right? Far as I know, little boys continue pulling the wings off flies. Hey, kid- good luck if you're absolutely sure that you're gonna live long enough to make up for all your meanness.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Snake oil dealers came up with heaven as a concept just before car salesmen originated the extended warranty. Everybody wants to kick karma down the road.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">No matter which of those books you pick up, love is always the answer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SxLo6079IPk" width="320" youtube-src-id="SxLo6079IPk"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3542435438296061884.post-33913696747840797742023-09-10T13:56:00.001-04:002023-09-10T13:56:20.357-04:00What Ever Became of Bebop?<p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFb2Usjdw2nhevGr-NedoK6sv2OzlboZW6WC_OHBt7oOkmsobjSCMXEr4bCe1Fs8t3DSAHFbfS6fPJ-8xzJHygd-CqYzYp8sN_anf4DyLVRUWjGWm2dJWakczuw9SkRQ1sKE0cnEEWWUa31jz9_tML-hRLMpU8l_yox1Y__vLEA8aBQUcVKcWzLojgUQU/s922/Portland.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="922" data-original-width="645" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpFb2Usjdw2nhevGr-NedoK6sv2OzlboZW6WC_OHBt7oOkmsobjSCMXEr4bCe1Fs8t3DSAHFbfS6fPJ-8xzJHygd-CqYzYp8sN_anf4DyLVRUWjGWm2dJWakczuw9SkRQ1sKE0cnEEWWUa31jz9_tML-hRLMpU8l_yox1Y__vLEA8aBQUcVKcWzLojgUQU/s320/Portland.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Whatever have I done to deserve this? In all my dreams as a kid, everybody got all the things that I had. Every seagull got his share of bread crumbs and every stray in the pound went home with a loving kid.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, I worry about this old world and I'm well aware of how little I've done to make it any better. It occurred to me a long time ago that I wasn't going to improve the lot of the planet with government work or demonstrating in the street. Now, I've done some of both and I have great respect for the folks who have chosen those paths. Ms. Thunberg is the hero of a generation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">War and climate change and hunger and hate haunt us all. If you miss the magic, however, fretting about the tragedy, you've missed it all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Do what you can. Love hard, play fair and share what you have. Stand up for the ones who can't and speak for those without voices. Enjoy the whole trip, though, while you're at it. It's beautiful.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Qu945zecCdE" width="320" youtube-src-id="Qu945zecCdE"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>ronnyelliotthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11288374034374621051noreply@blogger.com1