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Title: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 08, 2006, 02:35:30 pm
My own "Brokeback Mountain" began in 1996, and is now drawing to a close.

Back in the time people were just begining to get online, I met Curt. We did not meet online, we met the old fashion way-phone sex. I lived in Virginia, he in Tennessee, not too far from where I had gone to college. After talking a few times we agreed to meet, part way in between, in Roanoke, Virginia. We spent the night together ther, and then I took him to my house, where we spent a rainy afternoon laying in bed. He told me later: "I didn't know a rainy day could be so nice".

We hit it off from the start, we had many things in common. We were both 33, I was in fact, only about 20 hours older than him. Our life experences had been remarkably similar, with the exception that he had been married, and was currently seperated from a wife. I had never been married. I fell for him like the proverbial ton of bricks. I, who had always been so cautions decided the hell with it. I rushed in and declared my love for him before the weekend was over. What was the worst that could happen?

Our relationship lasted about a month. Long distants phone calls every night, finding the best long distance plan for "us". Letters, written every day and anticipated every evening when I got home. Curt was a jack of all trades, working for his brother in law in a family business that included a marina, a trailer park and several construction ventures. he had plans to build a house for us on the shore of Cherokee Lake in East Tennessee. He told me about his houseboat, named "Night fever" after the BeeGees song (he was a huge fan). He had plans for us to go to Atlanta for New Years, he even had his drivers license renewed years ahead of time so his picture would include a necklas of mine he wore.

I also saw inconsistancies in his personality that concerned me. I noticed that if we were discussing something and he didn't get an answer he anticipated, he would sulk, he would stew and suddenly he would be over it. It was a challenge, but I was ready to face it. I loved him. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

We got together about the end of September, and by the middle of October I went to visit him in Tennessee. I met his mother, who lived next door to him and to whom he was extraordinarilly devoted, I met a couple of his sisters, and his brother in law, a stand-offish country boy entrepenure. He carried me on rides thru the country in his gigantic 1975 Powder Blue Lincoln Town Car that he loved, as we were unable to go out on the boat due to wind. The radio was tuned to a country station, and the song of the day was Deanna Carter's "Strawberry Wine".

Everytime we parted, it got harder. We would both cry, but I was positive thru it, I belived in what I thought we had. That parting was especially painful. We were planning to see one another the following weekend I consoled myself.

We talked thru that week and that Friday night he agreed to help out a friend by taking their shift at an all night conveinence store near his home. I knew it would throw off his system. I talked to him that morning when he got home, he was upset with his brother in law over something. He was going to go talk to him about it.

Later in the day I received word from him he had got in a fight with said brother in law and was no longer working for him. I was shocked by the news and felt like it would past, but proposed an alternative: bring all your stuff and come stay with me. He had to think about it, think about a great many things. I didn't think he would take me up on it unless his mother could come along with him. She would have been welcome. I told him I hoped he didn't mind Sunday mornings I usually went and ate breakfast with my mother. I had no idea what I was handing him.

I didn't hear from him later. It was halloween and I went to the party we'd been invited to by myself. I got no reponce to my calls. The next day I tried his mother, no answer. I called his sister, she was upset with him I could tell. She told me he had problems, this was not the first time he had shut out everyone. The following week, I got the letter. Curt accused me of never loving him. He accused me of being ashamed of who I was because my mother did not know about our relationship. He said he could not continue like this in such an unfair state.

I wrote him back, not addressing any of his off the wall comments. I simply told him he had completely broke my heart. The phone calls start not long thereafter. I got home and saw theywere comming at a frequency of one every two minutes. Then the phone rang. When I answered I could hear him crying on the other end. "I had no idea you really loved me" he said.

I told him I couldn't undertand how he had no idea, I told him every chance I got. Demonstrated it when ever we were together. I told him I thought he had a problem and he should get help for it.

"I am not crazy" he said sternly.

"I'm not saying you are, I am saying we all need help from time to time and I think you could benefit from it." He repeated that he was not crazy and that he was going now.

The following week I received a very "curt" (no pun) letter saying this would be the last contact we would have, that I needed to be true to myself, yada, yada. Fine. I had taken the risk, I knew now what the worse that could happen was. I was very sad for weeks there after. I packed up every sign of him into a box and put it in my closet. I raked the leaves and wondered how I could go thru the rest of my life without him in it, knowing he was out there, out of reach.

Time past, and a few months later I met someone at a Winter Solstice Party. He gave me a ride home and I asked myself if I were still on the rebound. "No" I decided. We began our relationship, which was totally different than my earlier experence.

Then the cards started.

The first one came in the early spring. Curt said simply "Thank you for being my friend". Okay, fine, I was not taking the bait.

A month or so later a letter arrived, it was sad. He said his life was a mess and he had no one to blame but himself. He said he couldn't  even talk to his own mother about it, and she had cancer. I sensed he was sorry, but had decided he was probably bi-polar, and I had moved on with my life. I decided the best thing to do was nothing.

The last one was a birthday card. "I hope this year is your best ever" he wrote. The following day was his birthday. I sent him no reply, and silence ensued. He had finally got the message.

Years rolled by, I couldn't tell you were the time went. I grew and matured. My relationship had its ups and downs. I buried a sister, I buried friends. In 1999 while in Rome I thought about sending him a post card telling him how much he would enjoy it there, if his mind would let him get on a plane, one of his paranoias. I decided that was too mean a thing for me to do even from another continent.

In the 21st century "googling" people became a way to kill time. I located many a college buddy thru their websites, but when I googled Curt's name, nothing. Not even a white pages look up turned up anything. I would check ocasssionally, and then one day, on a whim, I checked the Social Security Death Index. There he was. He had died on the first day of February, 2000.

I was so sad, for days. I had told my partner about him, I explained to him it was a strange sadness I felt. I didn't really know how to feel. He had  been the love of my life at one point, but that had been long ago.  I resolved that when I went out there again for my alumni weekend, I would take an afternoon and drive down there and see if I could find his family. What had happened to him, I wondered. Did he had Aids? Was he murdered? Was he killed in in some sort of accident? Did I really want to know?

Alumni weekend came, and I got so rip roaring drunk the first night there it ruined the whole weekend and I came home Sunday, angry with myself about that and other things. The following year I didn't get drunk, but it just was not conveinent for me, I wanted to hang out with my friends, people I reasoned who had not turned their back on me, so why should I go try to find out about Curt, who had?

The next summer I thought I would pass thru there as I was returning fom a cross country road trip. By then time I saw the exit sign on the interstate, all I could think about was getting home that night. When alumni weekend came that year, I didn't even consider it. I just won't know-I told myself-let it be a mystery.

Then I saw Brokeback Mountain.

The film effected me in many ways, on many levels. I deffinatly identified with Ennis Del Mar, minus the kids. One of the things I had brought up for me was the unresolved mystery of what had happened to my old boyfriend. It was closing in on six years since he had died. I felt guilty about not knowing. The time had come for me to go to Tennessee.

The boyfriend of 9 years was was going to be out of town that weekend, so I told him what I had decided finally to do. He knew this was a serious matter for me and asked how he could support me. I told him to pray. Pray I found some answers, pray that no one would be hurt or offended by my intrusion. He said he would. On a friday afternoon when the office was having its basement painted, I took off early and hit the road. I drove straight there, four hours without stopping. It was a beautiful clear January afternoon and as I climbed the mountains the sunset on the Blue Ridge was golden, and I felt like I was passing thru a veil. Passing back in time, in a sense.

I drove down I 81, finally reaching Morristown just before the interstate ran out. I got me a room at the holliday in, and starting with the big boned woman at the desk, I wanted to ask everyone I saw if they knew my friend. After I unpacked, I got back in my car and headed north on Rt. 25, passed places I had seen only once before in my life and remembered. I crossed the bridge that crosses Cherokee Lake, passing into Grainger County. A short distance ahead was the little strip mall where the brother in law's enterprises had been head quartered. Behind it, the Marina, the floating dock where Night Fever had once been moored. The lake was low, just as it had been that October in 1996.

Next to it, the conveinence store where he had worked that faithful 3rd shift that was his undoing, now dark and empty  Down the road from it, the road leading into the former trailer park, now planted with cheap houses and doublewides, all less than 9 years old. I could tell where he used to live, but not how. I went back out to the main road to a new conveinence story, and got me a bottle of beer.

Ahead of me in line, a redneck woman hollered at her 4 year old son: "Travis, c'mon if your coming with me." I glanced over across the way at the littleboy, who was actually waving a toy American Flag, a true Rockwell sight. Then I Iooked just past him, to the postcard rack. I left my place in line and passed Travis like a ship in the night.

Whirling the rack about I found what I was looking for: An aireal view of Cherokee Lake. The tear ducks in my eyes contracted a bit. I knew just what I would do with this 79 cent post card. In the inside of my closet in my bedroom, where Ennis Del Mar had hung two shirts on a nail, I had for years, the poem "Shirt" by Robert Pinsky, taped up, cut from the pages of The New Yorker back when I first moved in. Curt had thought it was the funniest thing he had ever seen the first time he saw it. This post card would keep it company, in my closet.

As I drove back to the Holliday Inn, the local public radio station WETS, played New Orleans Jazz funeral music, the joyous sound you hear when the procession leaves the cemetary, affirming the life that goes on. I thought it totally appropriate.

The following day I did not want to leave the room.

I got my stuff packed, I loaded the car and went to turn in my key and eat breakfast in the resturant off the lobby. I was paranoid, I felt like people were looking at me. I wondered if Curt had ever ate there, had this building even been here during his life? After the waitress took my order I was left in a deserted dining room with no newspaper, no TV, no company but my own thoughts. I used the time to pray. I prayed for the strenght to carry out what I had come there for. I prayed that I would be well received and that no one would be hurt my mission. I prayed for the strenght to deal with what I may come to know, potentially life changing information.

It was a perfect day, sunny, almost spring like. I retraced my steps from the night before. I saw more things in the light of day that I remembered, the flea market, closed for the winter. I drove around Cherokee Park, where he had driven me, and took pictures of the Marina from the other side of the lake. Then I crossed that bridge and went to the Marina. A woman was putting garbage in a dumpster. I drove past her and went down to the waters edge. It was a calm day, a good day to go out on a house boat, but no one to take me. I debated weather or not I could live with just seeing the sights of this place again with out talking to anyone about the hard things. The woman at the dumpster did not seem threatening. I decided I would ask her.

When asked if she had know him, she asked me if he had lived there at the marina. I said he had some, on his boat. She said the name sounded familar, but I should go up to the office and ask David, he would know. I backed the car up and parked it next to a boat with it motor in a thousand pieces. A guy talking to another guy with a kid seemed like he would be the one, and he was. I told him who I was and that I was a friend of Curt's and I had "recently" found out he had passed away. I was hoping he could tell something about it.

We went inside his office. He was silent for a short while, looking for the words to give me. He was nervous. I was nervous. I felt like the shit was about to hit the fan.

"I Love Curt like a brother" he started. This was strange. I was actually talking to someone who knew him. It felt weird.

"He was the best. Talented, he worked around here and they was nothing he couldn't do" David continued. "But at the same time he'd stay mad at me for a week if he thought I didn't say good morning to him like he thought I should" Oh yes, he knew Curt. He said he remembered me, I had been at his house once. It dawned on me. This was his brother in law, whose name I had long forgot and who no longer looked or acted like I remembered. He was friendly, and nervous, and dealing with emotions of his own.

"Can you tell me what happened?" I asked.

He had to think. "Hepititis" he replied. "Not even the bad kind. He was just so obstinate he wouldn't go to the doctor when he should have" it was belevable. He did not know where he was buried, could not recall it at all. He said he knew who would know, and pulled out his cell phone. He called Curt's sister, now his x-wife of four years, in Florida. He told he: "I got somebody here that drove a long way that wants to talk to you".

I told his sister who I was, and she said she could almost see my face. She sounded upbeat,  much better than the last time I had talked to her. I told her I had learned that her brother had died sometime back and I wanted to offer my belated condolences to her and her family. I told her he was special to me and she appreciated that. They were close. She said she had stayed with him until the end, and the last week of his life, she said, in the hospital, he found peace. The chips on his soulders had fallen away. The fears he had vanished. He had always been afraid of thunderstorms. That week it stormed one night and he laid there, enjoying it. I wondered about that. I went back in my mind to a rainy afternoon in 1996.  Wondered why she would pick that memory to mention. She sounded relived that he had reached that point. "He was in a better place." she said of that time. I knew what kind of death he had, a slow agonizing failure of the liver that my father had acheived with a lifetime of drinking. But he was at peace, he had reached a point of acceptance. In a way, I was relived.

I asked her where he had been buried, she told me he had been cremated, like he had asked for. The ashes, went to his wife. The wife he had never divorce. The wife I had forgotten about. She gave me her sister in laws phone number. I thanked her and told her this ment a lot to me and that I wished her and her family well. The number had an east Tennessee area code, I put it in my pocket. Contacting his wife would be another matter.

Thanking David, I left the marina, and headed north on Rt. 25, stopping up the road where a dry arm of Cherokee Lake came right up to the road. I pulled over and from a bag in the trunk I got a decade old cigar. Still wrapped in  celophane  I knew it would crumble when I opened it. I took the dry bits of tobacco and scattered it to the wind.  An offering in the tradition of our native ancestors we had never know, but were fiercly proud of. I quietly sang to no one the lines of a Deanna Carter song:

"I still remember
when thrity was old
my biggest fear was September
When he had to go"

I thanked him for being my friend and I told him goodbye. There was nothing left for me there. On up the road I went, headed north on Rt. 11W, headed home. Teddy Thompson singing :

"I smoke
Old stogies I have found
Short,
But not to big around"

I said a prayer of thanks. It had gone better than I could have ever imagined. The andorphins were loose in my system. I felt confident, I had made the right decision for the time. I wished it could have been different, but it was not ment to be. It was a beautiful day for a ride, and was dark by the time I reached home.

By Sunday, I was worried about my partner, who I had not heard from since Thursday.  When he finally called I answered the phone: "There you are" After some small talk he asked how it had gone. I began to tell him, and suddenly the words would not come. Only tears, only wails. I could not understand it. My partner told me he wished he was there to hold me. "I wish you were, too" I replied. I cried most of the afternoon.     

I did a reverse look up of the phone number, and got the name and address of Curt's wife. I wrote her a letter. I thought that would be better than calling her out of the blue, catching her at a bad time. I told her the same things I had told his sister, offered my condolences. I told her he had ment a lot to me, but didn't deep into it. I asked if there was a place his ashes were scattered or buried, I would like to go there and pay my respects to him. I never heard back from her. It is not the end of the world.

In the end, I don't see myself as Ennis Del Mar. My path is different, I am immensely luckier than he.

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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: iristarr on April 09, 2006, 09:43:15 pm
What a sad and beautiful life tale.  You are so brave to share it with us all -- an example of the transforming power of love and forgiveness we are in touch with through our shared BBM experiences.  Sending you love and gratitude, Iris.
Title: It manifests itself often
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 11, 2006, 05:11:04 pm
Thank you Iris, for your kind words. I read what I wrote here and it seems like someone else wrote it.

I find BBM sneeking into my daily consciousness. i sell real estate and the other day I was at this house to get a listing and the 73 year old childless widow who had inherited it from her mother was going on and on about all the family "stuff" and there were no men left to take the tools, etc., she told me about all of them, how they lived, how they died, and I was getting pressed for time. I was trying to be polite and figure out a way to stay on task when I realized that this woman, like Ennis Del mar, was in a situation she could not fix, and she was having to stand it. (The difference was she would talk, and talk and talk and talk). I unclinched my teeth and settled back. We all have our cross to bear, and I could afford a few minutes for someone who could be me one day.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on April 12, 2006, 10:43:06 am
What a moving story. Everybody needs to get resolution. One thing I noticed that you often hope that no one will be hurt by your actions. That is so touching but yet, I hope the thought of possibly hurting or offending someone doesn't hold you back from doing what you need to do. As I grow older one thing I've learned is that you have to stand up for what you need to be happy, nobody else is going to do it for you, and trying to do without never works in the long run. Do you know what I mean?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on April 13, 2006, 05:56:44 am
Thank you for allowing me to read this.  I was also struck by your concern and courtesy for the other people involved.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on April 13, 2006, 06:34:59 am
Such a sad, but beautiful story.

I am so touched by the number of poignant examples, like this one, of real life illustrations of the story of Ennis and Jack.  Annie Proulx said in an interview that after the story was published the first time she received many, many letters filled with bittersweet tales  of men thanking her for telling their story.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 13, 2006, 12:12:12 pm
Thank you all for your kind words, they mean a lot to me. I guess the years spent in the closet have taught me to be overly considerate of how others might react to me. I can reall identify with Eniis sitting at the table with John Twist, who wouldn't even look at him. I have been in the situation of offering my condolences to some one who was offended by my very presence. Not always, but it happens.

Something crossed my mind last night about the story I'd like to comment on, and I'll warn you it might get graphic.

In the short story there is this whole part about Ennis remembering Jack tell about his father urinating on him. He tells that his father was uncircumcised and to quote: "I seen they cut me different" refering to his father foreskin. Then she goes on to the shirts, which she describes as: "the pair like two skins, one inside the other".

So it this some kind of intentional symbolism? She is such a deep writer that when scratc the surface you might realize your looking at a whole nother piece of the puzzle.

I will be getting back to work now. I am headed out of town next week for a trip to Boulder, Colorado, with a side trip to Laramie, Wyoming. Hope to have lunch at the Fireside grill where Matthew Shepard left from his faithful evening.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 14, 2006, 11:25:36 am
Thought for the day: The name of the pience of music that plays when Ennis is going back up to the sheep the next morning, and when he returns to Riverton with the shirts in his truck is "He Who Looks For The Truth" by 21 Grams. I just love Brokeback Mountain Radio, it plays on my lap top at my desk all day, and fits the mood I find myself in these days.

I am excitedly getting thru the day, in anticipation of my trip tomorrow, I am flying out of Charlotte to Boulder, Colorado. Will spend about 5 days there, with a side trip to Laramie, Wyoming. We just had a thunder storm pass over, I hope the skys will be clear tomorrow.
Title: Matthew Shepard and Laramie, Wyoming
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 21, 2006, 08:01:19 pm
I feel sorry for the State of Wyoming, in a way.

After the first publication of the tragic love story Brokeback Mountain, the little college town of Laramie, Wyoming, was in the world spotlight for the murder of Matthew Shepard. One might be left with the impression that Wyoming is place where it is not safe to be gay. I can't imagine it is any more unsafe than the rest of the world, and can't really speak to that. I would have to spend more time there than I have.

Last week I had the extraordinary opportunity to go to Boulder to read from the 52 year long diary of a gay man who lived in Washington, D.C. the first half of the 20th century. His neice, who inherited the work, has lived there for 36 years. But that is another story. After days of decipering tiny handwriting, I took a break and drove up to Laramie, Wyoming. I wanted to see the countryside, and I wanted to pay my respects to Matthew Shepard and his sacrifice.

I knew already I would be unable to visit the place where he was found, beaten and tied to a rail fence. The property owners and the Shepard family had worked together to remove the fence sometime back to prevent it from becoming a tourist destination and a place homophobes could vandalize. I did know, from reading and watching the stage production and the film "The Laramie Project" that Matthew had met his admitted killers, Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson, at a bar called The Fireside Inn.

Driving north from Boulder on Rts.119 and 287, finally escaping the sprawl of Ft. Collins and its strip malls and McMansions, I was let loose into the wide open space I love so well. It was cold, and it was windy and the mountains in the distance still had snow on them. In some crevases the snow lingered. The cows and calfs didn't seem to mind it. The air was dry and my lips were chapped and once I crossed into Wyoming (humming "King of the Road", of course) I stopped at the tiny roadside town of Tie Siding, a couple of store that doubled as a post office and antique store. The old gas pumps out front still with nozzels in place, but the rubber hose long gone. Relief came in the form of imitation chapstick, which would do until I found the real stuff. I was real tempted to buy an antique Wyoming license plate for $35, but had enough stuff to carry home as it was. 

Driving into town I saw the Chamber of Commerce. I decided to stop there and ask where to find the Fireside Inn. The two young ladies at the front desk were very plesant. The one speaking, I know from her facial expression, knew why I was asking about it, but was very professional and I thanked her. I feel her pain and the pain of those who have to endure the rest of thier lives the legacy of McKinney and Henderson, two of their own who put them on the map in the worst possible way. The bar was close by, at the corner of 2nd and Custer.

It does not stand out, it fits in well with its suroundings. Probably built when Johnson was in the White House, the most remarkable thing about the building is its mod 1960's beer glass shaped sign that advertizes everything but its name. You can tell where it should be, but it is not there. It did not open until 3 pm the day I was there, I read on a sign advertizing a live band that would soon appear. On the side walk I found some spilled gravels, the red stone variety native to that country, suggesting something that had been plowed up with the snow and left upon the side walk like a glacial erratic when it melted. I pocketed a couple of them, and set out to explore the town.

I bought me a "new" outfit at the Good Will at the far end of the street. Black Jeans and a button down print shirt for $6.00. Can't beat it. This part of town near the rail road tracks featured a boarded up theater, Majestic Elks Lodge, several gentrified shops and resturants and coffee houses. And, not far from the Fireside, an small park, with a monument to Louisa Swain.

Now who is Louisa Swain, you might ask? She was a 70 year old woman, who on 6 September 1870,  became the very first woman in American History to cast a vote, one block away. The incription to the statue of her explained that in 1869 Wyoming became the first state or territory to grant women equal voting rights. They still could not vote in federal elections until 1920, but in Wyoming, they could elect all their state and local candidates. The statue of her looks like a frail, terrified Mary Todd Lincoln looking woman with ringletts and the standard issue bonnet. I need to know more about this woman, I decided.

The University of Wyoming, where Matthew was a student, sits on the other side of town, a sprawling campus. I visited the Student Union, a place where he would have walked and shopped and ate, where I checked my email. The students of Matthews' day are long gone, with careers and growing families of their own. There were a couple of tables set up for Veterans for Peace, who were selling buttons and another for students organizing an AIDS walk the following Saturday. They had a table covered with condoms, all free. I pocketed one, with the realization that it was in a way an affirmation I would have a reason to use it, which I found pleasing. I drove past the court house where Matthew's father, Dennis Shepard, gave his historic and empassioned speach, condeming Aaron McKinney to a life in prison, which I quote, in part:

" I would like nothing better than to see you die, Mr. McKinney. However, this is the time to begin the healing process. To show mercy to someone who refused to show any mercy. To use this as the first step in my own closure about losing Matt. Mr. McKinney, I am not doing this because of your family. I am definitely not doing this because of the crass and unwarranted pressures put on by the religious community. If anything, that hardens my resolve to see you die. Mr. McKinney, I’m going to grant you life, as hard as that is for me to do, because of Matthew. Every time you celebrate Christmas, a birthday, or the Fourth of July, remember that Matt isn’t. Every time that you wake up in that prison cell, remember that you had the opportunity and the ability to stop your actions that night. Every time that you see your cell mate, remember that you had a choice, and now you are living that choice. You robbed me of something very precious, and I will never forgive you for that. Mr. McKinney, I give you life in the memory of one who no longer lives. May you have a long life, and may you thank Matthew every day for it."
Lincoln said, at Gettysburg, the world will little remember the things that are said and done at a particular place and time. Laramie is no exception. I saw no memorial to Matthew Shepard there. Perhaps somewhere on the University campus there is, or a scholarship or some such. But there is no mention of him that I could see. Perhaps it is too soon yet. I would estimate Louisa Swain's memorial to be less than a decade old. Those people in Laramie suffered, horribly, in the spotlight of that murder and the spotlight it cast upon them. The subsequent play and film about the experence may have brought some closure to some involved with the case. These are good people. There are people who were ahead of their time with regard to women's rights, I don't condemn them. Matthew Shepard is ledgend now. His life documented and examined and laid bare. Laramie, Wyoming being the place it ended. There needs to be some kind of acknowledgement of that, it cries out for it.
On the way out of town I stopped at a conveinence store and got the real thing for my lips. The woman at the register, reading the local classified ads commented on the advertizement of an Alligator for sale for $100.00: "That is just wrong" she said, "on so many levels."
         
Title: The Story on CD
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 25, 2006, 05:15:22 pm
My local library got a copy of the story story Brokeback Mountain, on CD, read by Campbell Scott, a talented actor and son of George C. Scott, he was the cancer patient in DYING YOUNG. I was surprised I had to get on a waiting list for it.

Today I walked into the branch and proudly told them who I was and what was reserved for me, by name. I got in my car, turned off my phone, and at nearly $3.00 a gallon, I drove and listened. The story poured out to me, and although I had read it, I enjoyed hearing it told to me. In someways the story tells so much more, tells better how these two men felt for one another. For an hour he read to me, and still, it came out the same. A lonely man caught somewhere betwixt what he knows and what he feels.

Check and see if your library has it, and patronize them, they have thousands of stories just as powerful as Brokeback Mountain, waiting for you.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: JCinNYC2006 on April 25, 2006, 05:35:03 pm
I downloaded it as part of my monthly audio book club.  I haven't played it all the way through, but I like Campbell Scott.  I'll check it out, thanks for the endorsement!

Juan
Title: "We got us a family plot"
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 29, 2006, 03:55:04 pm
"I'll tell you what", the Twist family ain't the only ones.

I have been involved with my family genealogy for many years, and am fortunate I live in the area where my fathers family comes from, in the foot hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Over the years several lists I am on have had posts from people looking for the grave of Grandpa Dickey and his four wives. Dickey and his first wife were my ancestors. He had died in 1859, and only one amazing detail about his life has come down to us. Having out lived all of his sequential wives, he arranged their graves so that he would have a place to be buried in the middle, with a wife on each side, one at his head and one at his feet. I had been to the grave yard before, in 1977. Situated waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay down in the woods, out on a ridge about 2 miles off the Blue Ridge Parkway. The old feller who carried me and my mother out there in his pickup packed a pistol to shoot snakes he told us. The monument erected on his grave in 1939 had fallen into disrepair.

The property is no longer in the family. Rumors abounded that access had been blocked and others from out west had been baffeled as to how to even find it. Dickey and three of his wives had 17 children, and we know of 108 grandchildren- you do the math.

So in January, after seeing Brokeback Mountain for the very first time and wanting desperatly to get outside and do something meaningful in my life I posted to the lists that I would lead a pilgrimage to the cemetery on the 29th of April, a date I picked out for no reason except it was a Saturday. I received enthusiastic responces from several cousins. I had to find the place again myself. A month ago me and my partner went up the mountain and met with the son in law of the man who had originally carried me in his pick up. He carried us right to it. The monument had been repaired by the Boy Scouts in 1986.

This week it rained, and I was so fearful we would be rained out. People were coming from New Mexico, West Virginia, South Carolina and Maryland. I sent out an email telling them to dress warm. I received a letter in the mail from a couple in their 80's who were not on line but who had heard about the pilgrimage and wanted to know where to meet.

This morning the sun came up on the most incredibly beautiful spring day you could imagine. I drove up the mountain to the resturant we were all to meet at and ordered me a coffee and read the paper. I had never met any of the people who were coming, hadn't a clue what they even looked like. When I saw a likely suspect, I asked him "Are you here for the trip to the cemetary?" He was, he was the one from New Mexico. He said a crowd was gathering outside.

Sure enough, 23 souls ranging in age from 14 to 84 were conversing in the parking lot, all shapes and sizes and hairstyles. All so thankful for the opportunity to be there. Some of them had spent days in the hills looking for their roots. Some of them had known my father and grandfather.

I climbed on the back of a red Ford Pickup from the place we had stopped to cosolidate into 8 vehicles. I rode with two retirment age brothers and their nephew who was writing a story about the trip for a creative writing class. I called thru the open sliding windows into the cab to the cousin who drove us, down the asphalt, down the gravel, down the pig path that has not changed in 200 years, to a clearing where we would have to walk from.

An older cousin, ("Mrs. Spangler" is all I could remember) bought out a Tupperware container with a large, green ceramic vase and she told her story.

She was 5 years old when she attended the Grandpa Dickey Monument dedication in 1939. The attendees were all told to bring a handful of dirt from their homes, and at the ceremony they put it in the vase and mixed it, and sprinkled it on the graves of the ancestors. I almost cried right then and there. The vase belonged to her granddaddy, and riding home in the back seat with him, he gave it to her. 67 years later, it returned to where it had been used.

I lead the group down the trail, over the creek, by the old homeplace, and into the cemetery. Shutters snapped, file folders came out, stories were swapped, ideas were floated. A cousin who lived nearby who had never been there before thanked me for arranging the trip, and asked me what had inspired me to take this on. I wanted to so bad tell her to ease my sadness from watching Brokeback Mountain, but I am still not that honest a person. "The realization that life is short" I told her.

We got a family plot, and now we have some characters to go along with it.   
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on April 29, 2006, 05:47:07 pm
That was so moving. Thank you for sharing your story with us. You have really done a lot with your life after the movie, this is inspiring me to make some changes too.
Title: John Prine
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 03, 2006, 10:06:11 am
Thank you all for reading, I am starting to enjoy this.

I think the heavens give humanity gifts sometimes, and I think the singer John Prine is one of them.

You will probably remember his from the early 70's country song: "Daddy won't you carry me back to Mulenburg County". He has a tremedous cult following, and recently won a Grammy for his last album, which features a song called "Some humans ain't human", which everyone needs to listen to.

I have been a fan for years and have been very fortunate to see him twice this year. He has recovered well from throat cancer, and sounds as good as ever. He sounds particularly well on one of my favorite songs he does, "Angel from Montgomery" which I think was written by Bonnie Raitt. It is a sad tale of an old woman thinking of lost love. When I heard him perform it the other week, I could not help but think of Alma, Jr. and Lureen in the years to come:

"I am an old woman, named after my mother
My old man is another child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning, thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago

Chorus:
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam.

Repeat Chorus:

There's flies in the kitchen I can hear 'em there buzzing
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say.

Repeat Chorus:"
 
It goes hand in hand with the recurring theme of life that Brokeback Mountain embodies so well. All life is suffering, we are born in pain and we die in pain, we live with pain, but amidst the suffering we have have a few instances of pure joy. We connect with someone else and are taken somewhere else. For Jack and Ennis it was each other, for the rest of us, it was their story. For the singer of the song, be it Bonnie Raitt or John Prine, it was the promise of a rodeo cowboy.
Title: May, 1983
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 05, 2006, 03:39:47 pm
"In May of 1983 they spent a few cold days at a series of little ice bound, no-name, high lakes, then worked across into the Hail Strew River drainage."

I love this story partly because of its historical context. I am growing into the age now I can pinpoint where I was when something happened, marry it to my own story. I was born in August of 1963, I would have been 10 days old when that snow fell on the mountain and Heath Ledger's Ennis did that Chicken Dance in it. I was becoming a 4 year old uncle the month Ennis got Jack's general delivery post card.

And May of 1983....where were you? I was in full blow young adult angst, that stage AFTER you realize you don't have the answer to everything, or anything for that matter. I started the month as a sophmore in a small Baptist College in Bristol, Virginia. Mindful that year I was the May was the month of change, when I would leave my friends behind and go home and endure summer with my parents.

Somewhere between the 8th and the 9th, eithe late Saturday night or early Sunday morning, I was initiated into the the Gay World by a dawg-ugly guy driving a white 1967 Inperial. The part we drove to out to a park in the country is now a golf course. I reeled over the experence for long afterward. Feelings of shame and disgust mixed with accomplishment, the hope that now I could move on to women, maybe. It would be January of the following year before I attempted a hook-up again.

By mid-month I was home, working 12 hours a day, 7 days one week, in the lumber yard of a prefab housing factory. My co-workers a bunch of drop-out redneck heteros I had nothing in common with. I was amused by them, they were interesting, but I knew I did not fit in there. After a couple of weeks I volunteered to move a trailer, in an attempt to fit in. Having never drove a tractor trailer before I tore the door off the trail, and that was all she wrote.

I was a wreck. I'd never been fired before. I went off into the woods and cried.

A week later I got a job mowing grass at a state park nearby. It was deliverance. My first day on the job I was greeted by a big hunk of a professional tree surgeon, swinging from branch to branch with a running chain saw. "Lemuel" was his name. He somehow got to fanagle a cabin out of the rangers to live in for the summer in exchange for tree work. He could have had anything he wanted just for the asking. He never did of course, everything that came to his had came thru hard work. May gave way to June, and so on.

My father, an alcoholic, was not drinking that summer. It was the only time in our 21 years together that we had any kind of a relationship. We got along well. I had a flirtation with a charming young lady I took to see the Little River Band. We would leave each other notes in the ticket takers house at the park entrance. I made friendships with people I never crossed paths with again, but have never forgotten. I hated that summer had to end finally.

One of the "what if" memories of that summer a lifetime ago involved a late night visit to Lemuel's cabin, drinking to the wee hours of the morning and crashing on his couch. The next morning I grabbed on of his newly laundered shirts that looked like my park service uniform and groggily went off to work. He came by later and told me the shirt looked good on me and to keep it. (Nice of him) I know I kept it for years, I wonder if I still have it, back in the closet someplace.

Lemuel, he never married, has a tree business and I run into him ocassionally, never often enough. 
Title: The Trip to Wyoming
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 19, 2006, 07:57:33 am
I am actually going to Wyoming, for the second time this year.

The idea was first floated on the Yahoo Bulletin Board for Brokeback Mountain a few months ago, and from that genesis it has come. One of the organizers commented to me that on the Dave Cullen's Ultimate Brokeback Board there are numerous gatherings all over being planned.

It is amazing to me how many boards are out there for this story and movie. Amazing the need so many people driven to participate in the discussion, and the thought that for ever one there are more, lurking, silent, or out there on their own. Somewhere there must be a line betwixt a force of nature, and a life of its own.

I think back to last, what was it, October, when I first heard on NPR that at the Toronto Film Festival a gay cowboy movie was getting a lot of attention. I thought I was going to have to listen closely for that name again because I sure wanted to get the DVD and see it at some point. Had no idea I would get to see it in a theater, six times. Had no idea....but the closer it got I was paying attention.

A friend of mine in D.C. saw it opening night. This guy IS Mr. Film. He knows the medium backward and forward, can explain the original idea behind cinemascope vs. the commercially sucessful version of the format, has see thousands of films. He is gay, and his excitement over this movie was palpable, but when he called me the next day, there had been a shift. He told me, very soberly, "it was the best movie I have ever seen." Jezus. That is saying something.

I bought a newspaper to see if it were playing at an art house theater where I imagined it could be found. At the top of their ad: "Brokeback Mountain Next Week". I could hardly wait. That next friday came, and me and my partner drove 50 miles to Roanoke, Virginia, to the Grandin Theater, met a friend there and managed to get tix for the next showing. The place was packed. The car drove down the River Road Logo, and those words came up: BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN. I thought "I can't believe I am finally going to see it."

I had not read the story, had only a vague impression of it from the previews. Was not prepared for what I saw and have spent months trying to make it make sense to me. Well, all the boards are full of that tale, so I won't go into that again. I wonder though as I write this, what is it about these tears, the ones that always come when I get to THAT point, that place within me that remains as raw as it was four months ago. Will it ever heal? Am I making this trip to heal it? 

What has welled up in me is a big ole black hole of sadness. It is a pain I feel daily, sometimes its prompted by thoughts of Ennis and Jack, sometimes not. It is an acknowledgement of generations of men and women cut off from one of lifes greatest joys. As a gay man I feel the duty to greive this pain for them. I also have a duty to myself to live my life and grow. How to find balance when your world has been rattled.....

Now, this force of nature is carrying me practically to the source, not very far from where Annie Proulx herself lives. There to meet people I have talked to on line, come to know somewhat, who have been effected like me. Gay, straight, bisexual, trangender, I wonder what it will be like. To hear their stories, not just with the BBM experence, but how they got to where they are in life now, and what they see ahead of them. It may well be a one shot deal, but there is a certain magic about a group of people being drawn together, around a campfire, on the greiving plain, who would be there for no other reason.

Plans call for trips to Riverton and Lightning Flat. Riverton I have read a bit about, a fair sized place, I was even able to chat with a gay guy from there who had heard his town was a part of the story, but had not seen the movie because it didn't play there. But Lightning Flat, that's another story. I wasn't even sure it existed until recently I spied it on a road atlas, the tiniest of dots at the end of miles and miles of unimproved road north of the Devil's Tower. Right on the Montana line.

Google it: you will find basically three things. It is where Jack Twist came from in the story. It had its own newspaper from 1920 to 1927, and its geographic coordinates. The huge county it is in has a population of about 5,200. I am not sure if anyone lives there. There are no maps of the place, it is not a mapquest has no details. I did find a satilite image that seems to show a human mark on the landscape. What must Lightning Flat be like? The most desolate destination in modern America?

I feel drawn to it some how, this is my preconceived notion of the trip that Lightning Flat will somehow be the highlight for me.  It will be interesting to see how that turns out, how I look back on it. I know there will be no mailbox with John C. Twist on it, I know there will be no ranch hands as I am used to seeing them depicted, but what is there? What is the truth about Lightning Flat? What is the truth about anyone or anything? What will I learn about myself if I make that long drive out that dirt road.....perhaps only a greiving plain where I can speak to the lost souls Jack Twist has come to represent. Perhaps there greif can be let go of.   
Title: Wyoming Stories
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2006, 04:21:10 pm
So I checked out Annie Proulx's Wyoming Stories from the library, it is the book that Brokeback Mountain appears in as the last story. I am throughly enjoying it, reading one or two stories an evening. Oddly wonderful stories, full of despiration and violence and longing. I highly recomend it.
Title: The Grave of Frances Bavier
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 29, 2006, 10:28:34 am
So it is about mid day on Saturday, the 27th day of May, A. D. 2006. Me and the partner were heard to a campground south of Siler City, North Carolina. We are on Highway 49, approaching the town I know is the final resting place of the actress Frances Bavier, known to the world as "Aent Bea" on the 1960's CBS series "The Andy Griffith Show", which to this day remains in reruns in the area.

On the left hand side of the road is a building with a hand lettered sign that say: "Live Bait and Game Room". Directly across from it came a cemetary.

I says to him: "I wonder if that is where Aent Bea is buried?" I look almost over my right shoulder and recognize her huge granite monument from from the pictures on www.findagrave.com. I told him this would only take a minute, and appropriatly enough I turned around in the highway patrol parking lot and went back.

Frances Bavier I have not been able to learn much about, She was an actress on stange in New York way back, back in the 20's and 30's. She appeared in The Day The Earth Stood Still, and my world came to know her as Miss Beatice Taylor, maiden aunt of Mayberry, North Carolina's Sherriff Andy Taylor. Once it and its sequals left the air she retired to of all places, Siler City, North Carolina. She became a fixture I understand, and there is a vague recollection of a story involving a damaged green DeSoto. She died in 1989, unmarried and without issue.

Her headstone towers above her neighbors. It is also visited frequently. We placed a small buttercup and a small hawkweed we found growing there, but there was a pot of fresh flowers, and a gallon jar of kosher dill pickes that had been cooking in the sun for a while. We seemed to recall an episode with the plot calling for some drama betwixt the characters Aent Bea and Clara, over a pickle recipy or contest. See attached photos.

One wonders at times like these, this woman with no known family, in an adopted home, still inspiring devotion in people stong enough to make them u-turn. There were no such gags as the pickles on the other graves, with their Twist Family Plot plastic arrangements. One has to wonder at a person who played a character people loved. Who loved this woman? What was her joy? Who was her joy? No, gaydar is not ground penetrating, but I point out the epithapt: "To Live In The Hearts Of Those Left Behind Is Not To Die".

I sang "Toot, Toot, Tootsie, Goodbye!" and we took off down 421.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 29, 2006, 10:56:38 am
The Pix are too big, will have to figger out how to resize them and then I'll post them.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on May 29, 2006, 12:42:44 pm
OMG!  I can still hear her say in that unmistakeable soprano voice..."Andy!"
Title: Jeb and Dash
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 03, 2006, 10:26:32 pm
In my life prior to  Brokeback Mountain there was Jeb and Dash. It has been the story I have lived with for several years now, and one I want the world to know about.

In 1965 Ina Russell buried her beloved batchelor uncle. An excentric little man who lived in an ungodly cluttered apartment in Washington, DC's Adams-Morgan area. When his will was read, he left her his diary, and the fire proof cabinet it was stored in. What he left her was more than a book, it was a life unto itself.

Between 20 January 1912 and 14 August 1964, uncle had written ten of thousands of pages of his everyday existance.  Begining with the weather, and ending with the time and temperature, this man told his life story in installments. She opened the books, looking for confirmation of what she already knew. Her uncle was a homosexual.

Inspite of the risk, this little man admitted in writing that he was attracted to men. He wrote of his painful search for a "kindred spirit" in the streets and parks of the nations capitol. He wrote of his sucesses, and more often his failures. He wrote of the theatrical performances and movies he saw, the trips to Europe, his adoration for Woodrow Wilson, the young man on the street car, the quest for booze in the days of prohibition, the friend who returned from Florida with "Marajuana cigarettes".

While residing at the YMCA on "G" Street, NW, he met the love of his life. One evening he knocked on a friends door and an unfamilar voice bade him come it, and it was all over. He fell, head over heels, in love with a young man from Tennessee who had just got off the train. Thus was born "Jeb and Dash".

It would be more than 20 years before his the words of the flustrated aspiring author would see the light of day. In the late 1980's, Ina Russell knew the time had come, and to the fire proof cabinet she went. She open those books and like film running thru the sprokets of a movie projector, a world opened up again. The pavement of Washington, D.C. receeded and the wildflowers bloomed. Men appeared in the street with hats and never took off their ties. Her uncle fell in loved, and in a few short months, had his heart broken into a million pieces.

He never recovered from it.

Dash, the fictional name his amour was given, was not one to settle down. He was more the social butterfly who came to view "Jeb" as a ball and chain. They would never have a secluded mountain top, or the deserted tropical island Jeb imagined for them. The did have an on going friendship that lasted until Jebs death some 30 years later. They had drunken parties, they had uncountable breakfasts, lunches and dinners, they had the crushing mob of people outside the gates of the White House on VJ day. There were dreams that would not die.

The diary, became his surrogate. It was who he told how his day went because no one was there to tell it to, because he would not let anyone else in. Maybe oneday, his Dash would return. He never did.

Eighteen months she labored with tiny hand writing about as legible as sanskit to a blind person. In the end she had two hundred pages that covered twenty-seven years. Beyond that, was the nothingness, the grieving plane, the story whose end she already knew. In a series of strokes, in a pittiful decline and burial in just outside the district line.

Her family was scandalized that she would publish "Jeb and Dash, Diary of a Gay Life, 1918-1945" (Faber and Faber, 1993). She went to Washington for a booksigning the next spring, her uncles only surviving sibbling stood in line and got his copy, and rush home to learn who his brother was.

I read the book and was moved by it. I wanted to know more, I wanted to know who these men were. I wanted to uncover their psyudeonyms, wanted to learn what had happened to the others, something Ina did not know when she published the book.

I did not know the real life Jeb had left his papers to his alma mater. The person who wrote the description of said papers for their website probably had not read Jeb and Dash, (or maybe they knew just what they were doing) and gave so many details about him I recognized him, sitting alone in my ungodly cluttered house in front of my desk top. It scared me to death. I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was looking. He has been there ever since. A little man in a coat and tie.

Two and a half years later, sitting in a Subway resturant in Boulder, Colorado, having read the diaries myself, trying to get some sense of what it all ment, I tell Ina Russell I felt she had redeamed her uncles life. She had took his story and made sense of it to the world, had changed the direction of my path and many others. She took that with the grain of salt I offered with it.

And me, I try to write in my journal every day. I try to take it to the next level. I make it my mission that Jeb and Dash, and all those men and women are not forgotten. I go on line an buy used copies of his book, and I give the to anyone and everyone I think will read it. If you'd like a copy, email me, I'll send you one.   
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ray on June 03, 2006, 10:43:54 pm
I'm ejoying your writing mate.  Thankyou.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on June 05, 2006, 04:36:23 pm
shakestheground thank you for sharing the story of Jeb and Dash, you have intrigued me....I'm headed as soon as this posts to my favorite on line used book retailer to see if I can get a copy of that remarkable story.  My Mother had a uncle in North Carolina who is the spitting image of the man you so eloquently describe.  I only knew Great Uncle Hardy briefly in my childhood but always remember him fondly as a dapper little man with a wry wit and a charming smile, but the saddest and loneliest eyes I have ever seen.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 06, 2006, 09:47:03 pm
Thank you for sharing this with us - my hands are shaking a little as I type this.
Title: "A Committee"
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 07, 2006, 03:11:24 pm
Yesterday was 6-6-06, time for Hollywood to realease another "Omen" movie, time for doom sayers to pick another date that things will end.

Cruising thru the postings on Bettermost.com I came across one made by gattaca, and notice his signature line:
"God is actually a committee of small blue parakeets that intended to do a better job with the universe, but got distracted by their image in the mirror, and forgot."

I liked to have fell plumb out. Such an on target observation, and beautiful metaphor for creation, a modern creation story I can relate to. Having been raised on the notion of an all powerful god who exists as a seperate being from the world, who is perfect and knows everything, it was a long trip to my present belief that all things are a part of god, that if god were to look in a mirror, that being would see the outside world. That would distract me. The idea of god being less than perfect is like relaxing my shoulders at the end of telephone call at work that went on too long.

So I copied and pasted his line to a few friends under the subject line: "Thought for the day 6-6-06" and got responces from them of appreciation.
 
In the evening I went home, made an attempt at the yard and settled down with my copy of Annie Proulx's Postcards. (stange story about that book, I was on the phone telling my partner I wanted to read it and looked up on the shelf and saw I possesed a copy, inherited from my sister some years ago) Loyal Blood was someplace outwest, prospecting for Uranium when the call came.

High up in the Damson tree, a bird I could not id, a parakeet looking little yellow bird lit and started calling, in responce, a bunch of squawking, and here came the Titmice, tiny little birds with tufted heads, hopping, jumping, flitting from limb to limb. They would change direction with the blink of an eye. They came across the branches to where I sat, fearlessly, about ten of them. They took turns it seemed, one or two of them come within 4 feet of my head, bellering to high heaven. I thought maybe they had a nest nearby and I should move, but when I did they stood right there, in their ritual. I sat back down and watched them, gradually they moved on to the Pear tree, to the Redbud tree, squawking and chattering all the way.

I says to myself: "Now, that is a committee!"

This morning I go back and check to see what new has been posted on bettermost and I saw that gattaca had made a responce to an earlier post of mine, then I did plumb fall out. When I see something like this happen and it just connects and connects, I say to myself: "Yes, this is the right path".

Have  a Nice Day.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 07, 2006, 03:24:07 pm
I forget where I got that tagline from, but I've used it for years (probably almost as long as I've been dabbling on the Internet).
I was raised Congregationalist (a sort of casual Lutheran; a New England variant - after all, I'm a Boston boy originally) sans the fire & brimstone of the Calvinists). but I have seen enough and lived enough to bring about a sea-change to my Christian upbringing. There a measure of serendipity to our existence (have I become an agnostic? Not quite yet) and I can easily imagine a troupe of small, chattery parakeets having the power of creation, and then forgetting exactly why they did that.

They're incapable of evil acts.

Thank you for the anecdote. :)
Title: Re: "A Committee"
Post by: YaadPyar on June 07, 2006, 03:55:21 pm

This morning I go back and check to see what new has been posted on bettermost and I saw that gattaca had made a responce to an earlier post of mine, then I did plumb fall out. When I see something like this happen and it just connects and connects, I say to myself: "Yes, this is the right path".

Have  a Nice Day.


Tru - this is beyond wonderful.  Thank you.
Title: Is Everything "Broken"?
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 12, 2006, 02:30:30 pm
 ;D

I have been watching Lonesome Dove the past few days. I remember when it came out (17 year ago!) and think now: "why was I so close minded in my youth? I would not watch this because it was all the rage" I have throughly enjoyed the first DVD, and am waiting on netflix to send me the next one. There is a good interview with Larry McMurtry at the end, it seems very amaturish, which I like. He is just like the plainest person you could ever encounter. If I an into him in a hardware store i would never have guessed he was one of the screenwriters of BBM.

The interview with the producer, a beautiful lady whose name I think is Suzanne DePriest, you can tell the whole time she is choking back emotion. I know where she is coming from. Daily my eyes water when my mind just thinks about most anything, certainly Jack and Ennis, but most everthing I feel deeper than I did last year. 

I think Robert Duvall's Gus is probably his best performance. He makes me happy just to look at him. You can imagine my surprise when I saw basically the same character appear on TBS in an ad for a new western miniseries or movie. Robert Duvall is appearing in a production called <<get this>> BROKEN TRAIL. What an interesting name. I wonder where they came up with that. Is it "code" for something, are they trying to ride on Brokeback coat tails? I will probably be watching.


Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 12, 2006, 02:36:56 pm
 :D

Now I'm gonna have to put Lonesome Dove in my Netflix queue - that's another one I managed to miss...
Title: Today's Trip to the Soapbox:
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 15, 2006, 10:04:17 am


An Open Letter to annieproulx.com:

Please bring back the forum. I know you have been saying you were gone switch servers and bring it back, and I imagine you might have been a bit overwelmed by the responce once Brokeback Mountian was released as a film. Who knew the tital wave of comment it would foster. Who knew they was gone be so many hateful people out there with computors.

"The Trolls" they were known by on the yahoo list. They are still there, always will be. Anonymous in their attach, vanishing like some vague southwestern apparition I have long forgot the name for. There is some serious hate going on out there still, but it probably worries me less than at any  other time in my life.

And all people wanted to talk about was the movie. Forget the story, or the other stories, the books. People just wanted to talk about that movie and maybe compare it to "The Shipping News" movie, ocassionally the book. Those discussions were better played out in other forums.

You promote the author, her writing, and a discussion thereof. I hope this word will reach you: lets give it a go again, please. There was some good discussions going on, if you hunted for them.I learned about a great book: Native, by William Heywood Henderson. Some lush language there. The guy that recommended it "Tiawahillbilly" me thinks, never got to tell him thank you.

Since January of this year I have not only read Brokeback Mountain, but all of the Wyoming Stories. I am closing in on the last parts of Postcards and I'd like for there to be some place where I could ask others their opinions of Loyal Blood. I'd like to ask what language Jewel was speaking in when she told Mernelle how her grandfather counted to twenty. Do these people have an aboriginal connection to the land?

So please consider it, I think there are others here who could fund a discussion.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 15, 2006, 10:21:50 am
Good points. WHH has a new book out: Augusta Locke. It will be the next book I buy.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0670034916/104-5766778-2158315?v=glance&n=283155 (http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0670034916/104-5766778-2158315?v=glance&n=283155)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 16, 2006, 01:34:02 pm
I would also very much like to see the forum revived at annieproulx.com. I never had a chance to see the original forum.
Title: Take care of Jesus's Mamma
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 16, 2006, 05:26:21 pm
I try to exercize, mostly by going to a walking trail behind the county administration building, 8/10's of a mile of winding asphalt built on a former landfill. If I miss a month or two going there I can detect the undulation of the ground settling.

Part of the trail winds behind the county jail.  On a hill above the exercize yard there is a dual cain link fence, topped by razor wire. In the space betwixt the two fences the sherriffs department has stored all manner of recovered property, mostly four wheelers and gas grills, and right by the gate, a couple of concrete lawn statues: Mary, the Virgin Mother of God, and a nameless Lawn Jockey. They has stayed there for years, arranged so the jockey's out stretched arm reaches out to Mary, as if he is comforting her in their confinement.

The other day I passed and looked over there and saw them differently. This time the jockey became Jack and Mary became Ennis, they were by a fire and Jack was tugging at Ennis's ear. How fast do tears come to your eyes? Mine have become like a light switch, one that comes on easy, but you have to fiddle with it to turn it off. 
Title: Re: Take care of Jesus's Mamma
Post by: gattaca on June 17, 2006, 07:47:16 am
The other day I passed and looked over there and saw them differently. This time the jockey became Jack and Mary became Ennis, they were by a fire and Jack was tugging at Ennis's ear. How fast do tears come to your eyes? Mine have become like a light switch, one that comes on easy, but you have to fiddle with it to turn it off. 

Sometimes it hits with no warning (or so it seems to me). On my way home two days ago, I drove by an intersection with a small cluster of houses and there was a man in a light jacket wearing a Stetson and boots who was fiddling with the mailbox in front of his house and I immediately teared-up thinking of Ennis and how the hell are you supposed to drive when tears spring up like that?
Title: Tears
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 17, 2006, 09:15:33 pm
How are you supposed to drive? Or carry on a conversation? Or think clearly about anything when your heart and mind is raw from being confronted with such greif?

I do occassionally make light of it, the other niight I was thinking about changing my profile, adding a picture of Ennis when he tells jack "You know I ain't queer" and changing my signature line to" "You know I can't spel".
Title: Postcards
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 19, 2006, 10:28:49 am
I finished reading Annie Proulx's Postcards yesteday. It was a hard read for me. I get the sense she goes into a trance and writes sometimes, I have to go back repeatedly to reread what she has written, to get the full meaning of a sentance.

The story is about the Blood family of Creme Hill, Vermont, and how their world unravells. The eldest son, Loyal Blood, accidently kills his girlfriend, I never picked up on what happened but I think they were having sex in the woods. He goes into a self imposed exile, heads west into a lonely world of isolation and stange characters. When the book ended I felt cold and alone, and aching for Loyal Blood as I have ached for Ennis. Proulx really seems to understand the isolation of those who don't fit in society, and when you get right down to it, no one does.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 19, 2006, 11:06:56 am
I also read Postcards several years ago and it had a strong effect on me. I particularly liked the mother and was moved by how she died. It was a gripping portrayal of the Depression and helped me understand people who have been through that. I'll never forget Loyal's last post card, "Hoofing it."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 19, 2006, 12:49:10 pm
I haven't yet read Postcards and now I will have to read it. :)

From your interpretation of her prose, it seems to me that it might read a little like Burroughs (that's William S. and not Edgar Rice) who was an icon of the Beat generation and who also had an intimate understanding of exclusion and self-imposed exile.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 20, 2006, 09:16:54 am
That is an interesting comparisson, I think you may be right, but I think Proulx had a clearer mind when she wrote. The beats, I have no ability to read them, I find myself overwelmed by the words. Now I can listen to them being read on a CD, driving down the road, that is how I listened to "On the Road". My partner read me "Howl" the night after Burroughs died, in 1997, I think. It was profound, I should go back and see if I can read it now.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 20, 2006, 09:30:24 am
That is an interesting comparisson, I think you may be right, but I think Proulx had a clearer mind when she wrote.

Oh - I'm quite sure that Annie had a MUCH clearer mind when she wrote than did Burroughs! I can relate to both however. Annie pulls at my heartstrings, and Burroughs forces me to remember my addictions. At one time, I was convinced that the way to my heart was through Schedule 1 and 2 controlled substances.  :-\
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on June 22, 2006, 09:24:27 am
"Emotional healing, renewal, regeneration and the release of some disappointment, giving way to the feeling of pleasure."

These are not my words, but maybe words for you?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 22, 2006, 08:34:25 pm
Thank you friend, as "Mrs. Fanooken" would tell Frank McCourt in Angela's Ashes:

"Those are powerful words"
Title: Jack Nasty goes to the Airport
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 22, 2006, 09:03:14 pm
Greetings from Buffalo, Wyoming !!!

It has been an exceedingly wonderful day, beging with a wake up call at 5 am eastern time. I drove the two hours from my house to Charlotte, North Carolina last night and stayed at the Microtel to make getting on the plane at 8:44 am.

Arriving at the terminal with my bags and my "Jack Nasty" Ball cap I was met by an unbelievably long line. I fell in at the end, chatted with 4 other travellers, all headed for Detroit. I adopted the cattle attitude. I reasoned that if the passangers are treated like cattle, hurded and packed in and shipped out, why not adopt a cows mentality. "It's cool, we'll all get there". It worked well for me.

I was surprised to encounter my insurance agent at the head of the line, her flight cancelled, headed for Casper. I shouldn't be surprised, stuff like that is always happening to me.

Neither of my flights were with a window, I read over a hunderd pages of Annie Proulx's Accordian Crimes, a terrific book of sequential stories all tied together by an accordian. Very readable.

Arriving in Billings, Montana at 1 pm local time I procured a Nissan Altima, wished everyone a wonderful day, yipped and carried on out of the parking lot and set off on the roughly 175 mile trip to Buffalo, Wyoming. I stopped at an IGA grocery at the adge of the Indian Reservation and loaded up on necessities, (water, beer, bananas, and windex). The cashier was a young native American girl who was new on the job. I think I was the thrid person she rung up. She apologized for how long it took. I told her it was no problem, it was an honor.

Beautiful country, just jaw dropping. Spped limit is 75 mph and really no traffic to speak of. The skies full of billowy clouds and land, lots of land rolling out as far as the eye can see.

I think I am the first to check in, I have not yet met anyone else from the group. This is a nice, circa 1952 log construction motel they gurantee postage for any of their lost keys, just drop in any mail box.   

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 22, 2006, 09:33:40 pm
I'm glad you got there safe and sound. You know we're all hanging on the edges of our chairs for details of your experiences! :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 25, 2006, 08:30:14 pm
I hope you are having a great time there. I am kicking myself for not going but I ended up having to work both Friday and Saturday. I thought of you as I was going home from work at 6:30 p.m. on Saturday; there was a pounding hailstorm and I'm surprised my car was not damaged! But I'm in Colorado and hopefully it is peaceful there in Wyoming. Enjoy your roaming in Wyoming.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on June 25, 2006, 08:55:36 pm
Can't wait to hear the news of your journey upon your return, friend.

C
Title: The Zig-Zag road to Lightnin' Flat
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 26, 2006, 07:51:17 am
Friday morning, still on east coast time, I rise at 5:30 AM, I feel a sense of urgency for the day to start, to not miss a thing. Presently the four of us: Joe, Judy, Wayne and myself pile into Joe's rented Impala for the ride downtown to Tom's Main Street Diner, a tiny little place where they will warn you how big the portions are and offer half portions if you like. The bacon was straight off the hog, homestyle.

Returning to the Z-Bar Motel to gather our belongings we were approached by a young woman who asked Judy if she were in cabin 21. Judy thought she was there to fix the phone, that rang all night with people calling the front desk looking for a room. Wrong. She was "I am Mouk", known to us from the Yahoo board. This French woman from Alsace, now living in England, had just two day earlier been in Namibia. She has flown half way around the planet to be here, and we almost missed her. She had arrived in Billings late the night before and stayed there and drove over in the morning light. She offered to follow us to Lighning Flat. "No way", we were all piling in that Impala, it holds 5.

The drive down I-90 to Gillette was spent primarily in discussion of Brokeback, prompted by some responce someone gave in the form of dialogue from the movie. Here five people who had never met before, drawn together by a story of the consequences of rural homophobia unloaned on one another what up till then they had only an internet board to post on. Ocassionally we caught the scenery, the abundant Antelope we say all day, and a few deer to play with them. The ocassional oil pump, slowly bleeding the world dry. My on tears slowly starting to drain me as we talk, I am glad I have brought along water.

In Gillette we gassed up and stopped next door at a farm supply place that advertized a new shipment of Wrangler shirts. Had to have one. The first one I saw reminded me of Ennis's shirt, Wayne found him a denim one, Judy a disposable camera, Mouk a jar of Almonds, Joe a relief driver.

"You finding everything allright?" I was asked by a female clerk. We engaged in conversation a good five minutes, she asking where we were all from and why we were visiting.

I told her we were on the trail of Brokeback Mountain, and did so gingerly.

"That was filmed up in Canada" she said.

"Yeah, but Lightning Flat is here." I told her. We talked a while longer and all the clerks were wishing us a good day when we left.

We continued up Rt. 16 a ways, missing the turn off for state road 59 while gawking at the open faced coal mine. I had no idea this area produced coal. It is quite a big deal. We doubled back and headed up the paved road to the National Grass Lands, missing the turn onto the gravel road that lead to Rocky Point. While pulled over to let a HUGE piece of equiptment, like a giant diesel generator pass on a flat bed truck we chanced to consult the maps again and realized we needed to go back. We were being looked after well.

The country side was wide open, rolling and rich. So green, greenish yellow, we past well maintained modern looking ranches infrequently with old car tires painted "No Tresspassing", signs that read "No Hunters Wanted, Don't Even Ask". We crossed numerous cattle grates and encountered several free range calfs standing in the middle of the road, taking off when we inched close enough. Both Cows and Calfs were branded, something I'd never seen in real life.  Some sixty miles total on the best maintained gravel road I have ever seen. Our conversation continually peppered with with lines from the movie, we could make a whole conversation out of Brokebackspeak.

The countryside gave over to cultivation, huge round and rectangular bales of hay. The area betwixt the fields and the road a wash in Mustard, Cone Flower, Lupine. The Antelope herds growing in number and frequency. We encountered two vechiles and a grading machine the whole time on the gravel. It is not the poor, rough county I expected, it is still early in the season.

Reaching the community of Rocky Point we came upon the Rocky Point Cemetary, the only indication the place had a name. We had to stop, photograph the plot, the tired American flag flapping in the breeze. I produced a prayer tie from the trunk and fixed it to the fence, with my prayers for healing to be caried away on the wind. This was just the kind of place Jack's ashes would have gone into. We are quoting from memory now the passages in the story that describe the family plot, it faded plastic flowers and Ennis not wanting to think Jack was going in there. From that 90 degree angle at the entrance the road began its zigzag meandering toward our destination. Indentified in our Wyoming Gazettier at the "Rocky Point and Ridge Road", we meanered back and forth, like a cutting horse, past the Rocky Point Community Center, an abandoned looking prefab metal building with matching prefab metal out house, grounds choked with weeds, forlorn looking kids playground, long unused, one of those accordian looking white wedding bell decoration hung in the window for god knows how long.

I asked my travelling companions this question: "What does this story mean?" Judy asked me "Why are we here?" Yes, that was at least part of it, why were five people who had never met each other in this car headed to a ghost town where a fictional character never lived. The answer Wayne offered: because in this story something wrong happened. Because we cannot accept what happened to Jack and Ennis, we cannot stand it, and we will do anything to try and fix it. We discussed the hordes of fan fiction out there, where people pick up on a certain point in Proulx's story and carry it off into an alternate universe. Suddenly the closing of the story became a challenge from Proulx herself. There was no sign to tell us we had crossed into Crook County.

Up ahead a tank sat on the hill, a big white tank, be it for water or petrolium I don't know, and off to our right, a big old abandoned, unpainted house on a slight rise. It was a stunning sight, and we admired it more and more as we approached, almost did not notice the small white and green sign tacked to a fence post: "Entering Montana". Ah hell, we had made it. We were in Lighning Flat. We pulled into the road leading to the old house and stepped from the Impala into a place, to paraphraise Proulx: "Some where between what we knew and what we believed".

The house bore a resemblence to the Twist home, there was a piece of farm equiptment parked there, the remains of several collapsed buildings, the barn, a shed. Had Proulx herself been to this place, beheld this sight, or perhaps Ang Lee, or one of his scouts? We took group picture after group picture of ourselves with this foresaken relic in the back ground. The air and the sun were perfect, the sound was quiet, except for a breeze and the birds.

We started for the house, the ruts of the old road disclosing the bones of antelope, the over grown yard a mine field of old boards, junk, car parts, and old metal bedspring frame covered a 20 foot deep, dry, cistern. Judy was hesitant about going thru the weeds, but I took her hand and told her she had come too far to stop now. Why any of us thought going into the old place was a good idea, I dunno, but we did. A grand old place, bay windows not one pane left anywhere. Roof gone, floors in many places gone. Bird nests, cow dung, a skeleton in the closet, I think it was an Antelope. Not one wire, not one bit of plumbing had ever been in the place "in its life". The steps to the second floor were partly gone, it did not stop all of us from climbing to the second floor, all so oddly and errily familar until I realized I had seen this sceen a dozen times: it was the same as Ennis clibing the steps to Jack's room. The view out the empty windows I now recognized, it was the same greiving plain you see when Ennis shuts the door on the shirts, and the screen goes dark.

Outside swallows buzzed around the house, outside had once been a town with a post office and a newspaper. Here a family had lived, a large one maybe. Maybe they were buired down the road in the Rocky Point Cemetary, all its internees perhaps some extended family.  Here someone had affixed something to the wall with a straight pin, whatever it was had long since vanished from the earth. We were perhaps the last visitors the place might every receive. Far to the south we saw a storm appraching, was treated to a display of Lightning in Lightning Flat. A place more ghost than town.

I collected the bones from the road, a handful of gravel, a bit of sage from the overgrown yard. I fastened a prayer tie to the barbwire fence and spoke quietly: "Jack, Ennis, Spirit, whoever, whatever you are that has come into this world and tormented me so, I acknowledge you. I will hear you, I will testify."

We all cried. We all greived our griefs, we all collected our paper sack and in the muted light of the late afternoon rain cloud, headed south the way we came, playing the soundtrack. "He was a Friend of Mine"

I sit here tonight, tears in my eyes still, still  wondering. I no long wonder when it will end. It won't. I am forever changed by "this thing" that has grabbed hold of me. Maybe one day, if I am lucky to live out the normal course of my life, from that perspective I can tell you what, if anything, any of this means. Right now I know only this:

Whoever is moved by the story must one day follow the zigzaged road to Lightnin' Flat. 
Title: Re: The Zig-Zag road to Lightnin' Flat
Post by: YaadPyar on June 26, 2006, 08:17:22 am

I asked my travelling companions this question: "What does this story mean?" Judy asked me "Why are we here?" Yes, that was at least part of it, why were five people who had never met each other in this car headed to a ghost town where a fictional character never lived. The answer Wayne offered: because in this story something wrong happened. Because we cannot accept what happened to Jack and Ennis, we cannot stand it, and we will do anything to try and fix it. We discussed the hordes of fan fiction out there, where people pick up on a certain point in Proulx's story and carry it off into an alternate universe. Suddenly the closing of the story became a challenge from Proulx herself. There was no sign to tell us we had crossed into Crook County.

I sit here tonight, tears in my eyes still, still  wondering. I no long wonder when it will end. It won't. I am forever changed by "this thing" that has grabbed hold of me. Maybe one day, if I am lucky to live out the normal course of my life, from that perspective I can tell you what, if anything, any of this means. Right now I know only this:

Whoever is moved by the story must one day follow the zigzaged road to Lightnin' Flat. 


I feel as if I just have...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 26, 2006, 08:46:22 am
You know, I feel especially priviledged to be along for the journey, for the words take me there. Thank you.
 :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 27, 2006, 12:01:39 am
Thank you, it has been an extraodinarily long day of travel, got a motel in Charlotte rather than drive home exhausted in the rain 150 miles. Sat on the plane in Minneapolis ("that don't look right") 2 hours while Dick Cheney's plane landed.....

Stay tuned, more to come!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 27, 2006, 12:05:20 am
(If this works I will be so happy)

The house in Lightning Flat, Wyoming
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 27, 2006, 06:58:36 am
Geez, must have been an honor to wait in a plane on the tarmac for Dick Cheney's plane to land....not. ;)

But seriously, I'm glad you're home safely. Get some rest. :)
Title: The Trail Ride
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 28, 2006, 11:15:46 am
On Friday evening after or trip to Lightning Flat, we hurried back to the motel in Buffalo to meet with some new arrivals and some others of our group camping at a reserved sight high in the mountains 15 miles west of town. We agreed to get together for supper at the Pines Lodge, down hill from their campsite.

It was really a blessing to have that campsite to go to in the evening, with all the stars out. It was private, except for the ocassional Moose and the Coyotes howling in the distance. A couple in their camper and a single guy with his sister and brother on law, in tents, all from the Denver area hosted our evenings on the mountain.

The Pines is a charming historic place. Guest cabins, a fine resturant and full bar with more beer that I could drink in a lifetime, and of course the horses. Our trail ride organizer told us over supper that in talking to the owner he felt he should clue him in a bit: "These people are mostly from the city and pretty liberal" he said. "They are coming here because of that movie, Brokeback Mountain".

The owners respoce reported was: "Hell, I don't care, people are people".

That was wonderful. The next time the guy at the far table sitting with his family stared at me I thought: "Buddy your outnumbered."

Supper was wonderful, the service terrific, and when we got the checks the owner came out, said hi and spoke to us as he helped bus the tables. "Are these anyones glasses?" he held up a pair of ladies oval shapped glasses found on the floor. They looked just like the one Annie Proulx wore in the most recent photo I had seen of her.

"I'll add it to the collection" he told us.

Now the last time I was on a horse was twenty years ago. A party at a trailer on Beech Creek in Hawkins County, Tennessee in the summer of 1986. Even then I just rode the poor animal around a field. Twenty years. I knew I was gone be so sore.

Wayne, Mouk and myself hurried to get back up the mountain the next morning by 9 a.m., only to remember we really needed to get on what we came to call "Wyoming time", which was more like "in the morning". We signed the waivers and watched as the wranglers saddled up our geldings, all trail horses. Animals that could carry us home in the dark if they had been on the trail one time. My horse turned out to be a 16 year old named Indian who is headed out to pasture next summer.

The owner introduced the Wrangler to us and showed us where to keep our feet in the stirrups, told us to let the horses do their thing, they knew what they were doing. The Wrangler asked us once how we all knew each other, that time the answer was "the internet", which was not lying.

Out the gate and across the creek and we climbed up to a windy ridge high above the road that brought us there. Chilly, windy and a bit overcast I told myself I had to "stick it out". We descended into a pine forest and then into the aspens, and down a steep gravelly hill to the creek again. By this time I had a renewed respect for these animals and the people who rode them. You'll remember the sceen where Ennis (in a fresh shirt) and Jack "bring 'em down". I'll tell you, going down hill on horseback with gravels under your feet ain't as easy as it looks, but Indian went right along like it was nothing. 

Back over the mountain and down again, as we neared home the horses picked up the pace, knowing they were in the home stretch. Those of us of the male pursuasion not always so happy to have out mount take off trotting to catch up (I'll draw you a picture).

After a leisurly two hours we reached the corral. When I dismounted the problem I'd been having keeping me right leg in the stirrup found a home in my right lower back. I'd expected my thighs to be sore, not my back. I limped back up to the lodge where a wedding was about to take place. There on the plank walkway stood a man with George Jones hair and polyester pants, must have been from the brides family from the sour look on his face and I though "That's L.D. Newsome!"

Inside the lodge the young man who took our money came out and asked if anyone needed anything. I requested a spinal transplant. Turns out they were not doing those at the moment but he did offer a cold beer from their extensive inventory. A cold beer at that altitude was like 2 at sea level. I could have stayed there all afternoon with my friends and watched the wedding and reception out of the window.

If you ever get to Buffalo, Wyoming, head off went on Rt. 16 into the Big Horns about 15 miles, Pine Lodge will be on your left. Stop in and check it out, spend the night. These are good people who treated us right.
 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 28, 2006, 11:31:46 am
Thank you again for the recap, I will definitely plan a trip to Pine Lodge. I have to visit my company's coal mines near Gillette anyway sometime this summer. LOL about seeing L.D. (stands for loathesome doggy??)!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 28, 2006, 11:53:17 am
"The truth is" I had no idea Wyoming produced coal before last Friday, when we drove past a mine on the way to Lightning Flat. One of the participants in the weekend was a retired "Packer and Blaster" for the mines, I thought that was a very funny title for a job. I am sure it is hard work thought.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: gattaca on June 28, 2006, 12:37:34 pm
I always seem to be looking at the back end of a horse.... ;D

Seriously, this is wonderful. :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 28, 2006, 12:45:04 pm
Yes, some of the finest coal in North America, commands a premium price, clean burning. Never thought I'd be shilling for a coal company! Wyoming is coal-rich in the northeast corner and oil-and-gas rich in the southwest corner. It's a good thing too, they couldn't make it on sheep or cow raising, specially with all that predator loss!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Brokeback_Dev on June 29, 2006, 12:15:48 am
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Returning to the Z-Bar Motel to gather our belongings we were approached by a young woman who asked Judy if she were in cabin 21. Judy thought she was there to fix the phone, that rang all night with people calling the front desk looking for a room. Wrong. She was "I am Mouk", known to us from the Yahoo board. This French woman from Alsace, now living in England, had just two day earlier been in Namibia. She has flown half way around the planet to be here, and we almost missed her. She had arrived in Billings late the night before and stayed there and drove over in the morning light. She offered to follow us to Lighning Flat. "No way", we were all piling in that Impala, it holds 5.
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Hi Shakes, your story did bring tears to my eyes..just when i thought i shed my last tear for Jack and Ennis.  Honestly, deep down i know i will never, ever be the same.   Thank you so much for sharing your zigzag trail to Lightning Flat..This is dev from the Yahoo  board..I had no idea Mouk was a woman!  So happy for all of you to have shared your trip to Brokeback Mountain together.  What an awesome experience.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 29, 2006, 10:36:15 am
And a lovely woman she is. Glad you tuned in. Here come my last two installments.
Title: Broken Back Mountain
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 29, 2006, 10:40:45 am
The official line is: Brokeback Mountain is a fictional place. The Wyoming Tourtist people will even tell you that.

My new buddy Wayne had arrive a day before us and took off into the Big Horns in his rented car and reported to us seeing "Broken Back Creek" in his travels. He showed it to us on his map, just a little north east of Ten Sleep, on the far side of the mountains from Buffalo.

We learned as the weekend progressed how blessed we were to have a "local boy" in our midst, from way far to the south near the Colorado border. He'd driven probably 6 hours to join us, and had spend much time in the area on his own Brokeback quest. Some were already familar with "wyo_men" and his posts, some already knew what he told us that night at the camp fire, that there was indeed a Broken Back Mountain, about 40 miles to the west, where he had planted a small shrine, a weather proof box of memorabelia and messages from fans, concealed in a hiding place at the summit. And best of all, he was willing to take us there.

Joe had said to me when we went to Lightning Flat we would be hard pressed to top the experence. That was about to be put to the test. The plans were made, Sunday we would gather and head out west. A carvan of three off road vehicles and one car, all twelve deciples on a pilgrimage. We couldn't all ride horses, but all of us wanting to climb that mountain.

I had asked wyo_men that morning if my shorts and sandels would be okay or would I need boots, no I was fine he told me. So with that I did one last prepartion: I went to my lap top and searched thru my extensive collection of BBM related images until I came to one of the first I ever saved. Ennis and Jack, high on Brokeback with their backs to the camera. "You know I ain't queer".

When we reached the Powder River Pass, (Elevation 9666 feet) we stopped so he could show us the mountain in the distance. Such tourists we were, take a picture of it, take a picture of me with it in the back ground, take one with my camera. It was so chilly I thought to myself that I might freeze up there. O-well, I could blame it on wyo_men if I did.

He, was like a kid in a candy shop. I could see him grin ocassionally, clearly enjoying answering our questions about local flora and fauna, Forest Service regulations, land ownership, weather, geography, gas prices. We parked Mouk's rented car near a motel beside Ten Sleep Creek. The road going up there was rough though and we would need to go up in trucks or jeeps. Cars were too low to the ground and might get their oil pans punctured by rocks. The four of us passengers finding seats in the three off road vehicles. I climbed in wyo_men's big white GMC King Cab pickup with Judy, Wayne and a feller from Portland. We took off up a gravel road, camping trailers pulling off to let us pass, winding around and out of the trees. The road rose to a point where we turned off onto a road the forest service originally put in to haul cattle in and out, but no longer maintains to discourage people from going up there. Back east we call such a road a  "Pig Path". It was rough, and rutted, and sometimes a driver would have to make a decision which was to get around an obsticle. We were able to drive to within a tenth of a mile of the summit I would hazard a guess. Here we parked, and with our staffs, our offerings and our cameras, began the trek up the gentle grade.

wyo_men showed us the two sets of spiny rock formations, seperated by the little valley we parked it, the broken part, the saddle, and we headed for the pummel. It was a beautiful day, the sun shown, it was warm there, the ground was covered with sage and a multitude of wildflowers in bloom. some hurried, some took their time and savored. Many of us viewed the sight thru tears.

Now think, here we were, miles, oceans even, from our homes. Most of us having never met before. Many of us having never even met on line. Strangers for the most part a few days ago. Fellow pilgrims now, going to the mountain to pray at the grotto, to seek a miricle, to seek a healing, to have a vision, a vision of what it could be like, always.     

wyo_men produced his air tight and water tight shrine from its hiding place in the rocks. We gathered around as he opened it and shared its contents, the book Close Ra ge: Wyoming Stories, a horse shoe, bandana, fan fiction, a sign in book. We passed around a beautiful piece of fan fiction someone had left, their interpretation of the death of Ennis Del Mar, with Alma Jr. at his side. Joe produced two small cowboy hats, one black and one white from the showing of BBM at the Castro Theater in San Francisco recently. I wanted to contrribute something myself but had brought nothing much with me. I did have a pen and paper (don't leave home with out it.).

I took as sheet from my note pad and on it I scrawled a pray for the life and the soul of the unknown cowboy who was spotted one night in a bar watching the young guys play pool. The core mystery of this mysterious thing "we got going on here". I wrote: "'You have no idea' what you have done". I slipped it inside the pages of Brokeback Mountain and added my name to the guest register.

Climbing the rocks that lead to reach the 9,600 ft. summit, I looked out of the world spead out before me, the great distances to where you could just make out the Absorakas. The distant mountains covered with snow, and the quiet, the immesurable quiet you find when you are suspended high above the cares of the world below, among friends that you don't have to explain yourself to. I talked with Judy about people we had known and loved and lost. Lives we once lived and could not be paid to go back to. I grabbed two of the guys and got them to pose as Jack and Ennis, gazing out over the landscape in the "You know I ain't queer" sceen. I gathered some sage, got me a rock to place in me own shrine at home, and just breathed in the clean mountain air. This time last year I had never heard of this story, never heard of this place and had no reason to come into contact with these people. I thought of those who had climbed mountains, Moses, Jesus, The Von Trapp family, Dr. King, and I looked out into the far valleys, as far as I could see, to try and discern the future. It is a hazy meadow it the distance, with many flowers. I said to my friends, and I don know why I said it: "Some of us will never be here again".

This story started with a mysterous unknown man in a bar whose identity will probably never be known. It has grown to fill in the empty spaces of our lives, the ones we create and the ones we cannot fill ourselves. It is multilayered like an onion, you peal and peal and it makes you cry, and you find more onion. It is a microcosism of the mystery of life itself, of love that cannot be appreciated until it is too late, of hind sight and plans we make for ourselves.

wyo-men said he had prayed on this mountain top, prayed that love would come to him. He said he felt our presence there that day was an answer to his prayer. He, a single guy in a sparcely populated land has a lonely path to walk. I pray his prayers will continue to be answered.   

What answer did I get to my question? What does all this mean? For that I have to go back to two things, the idea of having to stand something you cannot fix, and the writers original intent as she wrote. Saint Francis of Assissi is famously cited as praying for the courage to change the things he could, peace to accept what he could not, and wisdom to know the difference. I see so many respond to the story by writing an alternative ending, taking a path less travelled it a pivotal moment in the story and finding a sweet life, or seeing redemption for a lonely cowboy growing older. I have no problem with that, I will never discourage anyone from writing. I myself have wondered if Earl and Rich had a story, what would it have been.

For me, I follow another path. Proulx writes that this was not a gay cowboy story, but the results of of rural homophobia on her characters. That is something I think we inadvertantly confronted just by gathering there. Without even trying, our presence in public defyed the what Ennis Del Mar feared. People looked at us and knew who we were and I never felt anything but at peace. That is what I will continue to confront in my life, weather I want to or not. No more tire irons for my people. Never again.
Title: My Dear New Friends
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 29, 2006, 10:49:17 am
One last thought on my trip to Wyoming that my account would be incomplete with out, a rememberence of those I met.

A gay friend of mine I showed my pictures to said: "What were women doing there? Were they lesbians?" Well I had no indication they were, but I though it was great to have them along. It was such a good group, gay and straight, male and female, from all walks of life, with many things in common besides our ability to tear up to the opening strains of "Wings".

Judy and Joe who organized the weekend and worked to keep it going, skiiguy who grew up on a ranch and could explain things to us like the difference betwixt a Donkey and a Mule, why cattlemen and sheephearders don't get along, branding and '55 Caddilacs. The straight couple from Colorado who kept us laughing, kept us warm with a truck load of wood. Their campsite became a haven on the mountain every evening, with a canopy of stars you'll just have to see for yourself to believe. And to "Joe the Second", thank you for the music, for the lyrics to the whole sound track. Singing "A Love That Will Never Grow Old" by the fire was wonderful. Thank you also for sharing your own lyrics to "Wings". They are so beautiful, so complete and accurate. I have been singing it to meself ever since.

Thank you Wayne, for wanting to dance with me. I no longer needed a spinal transplant after that adjustment you gave me. 

The conversations we had, the emotion we shared, the insights. I was flored by some of the ideas I heard. There was a school of thought presented that BBM followed the tale of the Christ, that Jack was sent as Ennis's salvation and that he had to die for Ennis to become himself. The comparison of Mrs. Twist to the Mary the Virgin, comforting Ennis as Mary comforted the disciples.

This is the filter I watched BBM thru on Saturday night, on an amazing set up. skiiguy and his partner set up a generator behind an outhouse, ran the cord to the TV and boom box and we watch the DVD in the cold, I think it was probably 42 degrees F when we finished. Had we thought we could have set it up in the parking lot and had our own drive in. Jack gets out, kicks his truck and looks at Ennis and thinks: "There he is, the one I was sent for".

I lost count of the "F" word at about 20.

There was the thought that "The Maker Makes" being the song Jack has in his heart for Ennis, "doggies" there meaning a calf that has lost its mother.

mouk had also told us a strange thing: when she saw the film in Europe, some critter runs by the door as the camera pans from Alma scrubbing clothes to Ennis unloading the horses and the radio announcer talks of pushing that buggy down the aisle. She told us there was a thread about it on the French BBM Board. We watched for the critter but it did not appear. Perhaps the Europeans got a slightly different version that the one I saw?

I had wondered aloud to someone that if Ang Lee had picked John Malcovich and Steve Bushemi to play Ennis and Jack, would it be the same movie. Probably not. The impression we got from reading the story was that Proulx's Ennis and Jack were not nearly as pretty and Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal. And while they are easy on the eyes, it is the characters they represent I mourn for.

I will never forget these people as long as I live. They have enriched my life, and I pray blessings for all of them. I pray blessings also for Pat Matheny and Charlie Hayden whose 1996 CD "Beyond the Missouri Sky" features the track "Spiritual" that Annie Proulx says she listed to repeatedly as she wrote the sceen of the "drousy embrace" ("your sleeping on your feet like a horse") If you've never heard it, you can get a copy from amazon. The words, by Josh Hayden bear reading:

"Jesus, I don't want to die alone
Jesus, oh Jesus, I don't want to die alone
My love wasn't true
Now all I have is you
Jesus, oh Jesus, I don't want to die alone.

Jesus, if you hear my last breath
Don't leave me here
Left to die a lonely death
I know I have sinned
But Lord I'm suffering
Jesus, oh Jesus, if you hear
My last breath.

All my troubles
All my pain
Will leave me
Once again
Once again"

Next year: ALBERTA.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on June 29, 2006, 11:45:49 am
I can feel the crisp air, smell the freshness of it, sense the hard rocky ground under my feet, feel the wide open sky with sun shining on my head.

Thank you for taking me along with you on this wonderful journey, friend.
Title: Re: My Dear New Friends
Post by: Wayne on June 29, 2006, 01:28:59 pm
Thank you Wayne, for wanting to dance with me. I no longer needed a spinal transplant after that adjustment you gave me.
:) ;D :D :laugh:

Yeah it was fun! Glad we didn't break our necks hopping around in the dark too!!!!      :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 29, 2006, 01:42:11 pm
Friend, I can't get your email to work, in that Norweigian Zero with the hash mark thru it a regular zero or what?
Title: The Pines Lodge
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 29, 2006, 02:14:34 pm
Here is a link to where we went horseback riding, please check them out:

http://www.pineslodgewyoming.com/
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on June 29, 2006, 04:23:59 pm
I can feel the crisp air, smell the freshness of it, sense the hard rocky ground under my feet, feel the wide open sky with sun shining on my head.

Thank you for taking me along with you on this wonderful journey, friend.

Ditto what Celeste said, Your trip sounds amazing and you've made it very real for all of us with your wonderful pictures and your incredible stroytelling.  Thank you
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on June 29, 2006, 10:47:31 pm
thanks for the  wonderfull reteling shakes very moving and that house   :'(
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Dipper on June 29, 2006, 11:56:50 pm
Thanks for an interesting tale of your recent travels to Buffalo and Lightening Flat Shakes.  Your photography is great.  I feel like I went along on your journey with you.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 30, 2006, 10:24:28 am
Thank you all for your knid words, I enjoyed sharing the story with you. I hope next year, or when you can, you'll join us on one of out "little fishing trips".
Title: Meanwhile in Margaritaville:
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 30, 2006, 10:29:45 am
"Traveller, there is  no path,
Paths are made by walking."

--Antonio Machado

If I had any doubt about the effect of BBM on society in general, it was put to rest last night.

I went with my partner to our favorite Mexican Resturant, got a table outside next to one with a young lady, her date and a third wheel. The young lady's brother and his date were at the table on the other side. I know this because he verified that was her on her i.d. for the waiter.

They boyfriend and the thrid wheel were what I would call "Redneck Metrosexuals" Well dressed, perfect skin, product on the hair, and deffinatly only a generation out of the trailer park. What got my attention was when the third wheel said he had seen Brokeback Mountain.

I whispered to my partner: "Did you hear that?" We tuned in to hear him say there was only one or two places that "you know" and that it was a really good movie. I glance over at the other guy, the look of stunned, wide eyed amazement on his face. His buddy said some girl had asked him if there really was gay cowboys. I didn't catch all of it.

They finished before whe did and left the young lady sitting by herself while they both went in to pay the bill. In the parking lot I saw them one more time.

"Look" I said "It's Ennis, Jack and Alma" They young lady was patietly waiting, not realizing she had become the third wheel, and not just in my mind.

I know not what will come of these three, but today I will have in mind all the spouces, Callies, Almas and Lureens, who have been effected by their loved ones confronting their truths. It ain't their fault.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: lil darlin on June 30, 2006, 12:06:40 pm
your accounts of the WY trip are wonderful.  I feel as though i had been there with all of you.  I was in awe of your detailed descriptions.  I could feel the emotion behind the words and they brought tears to my eyes.  I especailly liked the side trip to Broken Back Mountain!  Wow, a real place! Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts and feelings.  I have come to appreciate your style of writing and have gone back to read your blog since the beginning.  I was very touched by your personal story.  It was almost like reading a published story, very moving.  I would definately like to go on one of those little fishing trips.  You mentioned Alberta for next year.  I have already looked up their special BBM tours. I will continue to read your posts with great enthusiasm.  Thanks again. :)  a friend from CA   lil darlin
Title: Re: Broken Back Mountain
Post by: Wayne on June 30, 2006, 02:06:35 pm
... Now think, here we were, miles, oceans even, from our homes. Most of us having never met before. Many of us having never even met on line. Strangers for the most part a few days ago. Fellow pilgrims now, going to the mountain to pray at the grotto, to seek a miracle, to seek a healing, to have a vision, a vision of what it could be like, always.

...

I scrawled a prayer for the life and the soul of the unknown cowboy who was spotted one night in a bar watching the young guys play pool. The core mystery of this mysterious thing "we got going on here". I wrote: "'You have no idea' what you have done". I slipped it inside the pages of Brokeback Mountain and added my name to the guest register.

...

I thought of those who had climbed mountains, Moses, Jesus, The Von Trapp family, Dr. King, and I looked out into the far valleys, as far as I could see, to try and discern the future. It is a hazy meadow it the distance, with many flowers.

...

wyomen said he had prayed on this mountain top, prayed that love would come to him. He said he felt our presence there that day was an answer to his prayer. He, a single guy in a sparsely populated land has a lonely path to walk. I pray his prayers will continue to be answered.
:) :) :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wyomen on June 30, 2006, 11:04:32 pm
Does anyone here know the way to the Cullen Board, I seem to be lost..................
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Midnight24 on June 30, 2006, 11:54:26 pm
so does that mean he found it? I geuss this is a little off topic, though, so nevermind...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Midnight24 on July 01, 2006, 12:01:43 am
Ohhhh I understand. It's not a problem to be fond of someone even when you're married I think.  :laugh:

Yeah this is kind of off topic..off I go, too.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 01, 2006, 11:27:25 am
 :)   Oh well thass good then.      :)
Title: Wyo_men!
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 01, 2006, 09:46:56 pm
Welcome, friend! Think about you all a lot in the past week. My mind wonders what the real lives of you amazing people are like.

Winding down from the first in a series of extended family get togethers over the long hoiday weekend. As wdj can attest, in the south, it is Deviled Egg Season...

I am full as a tick.

(Of what you ask.....)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wyomen on July 01, 2006, 09:58:58 pm
O.K. I'll ask..............
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 01, 2006, 10:19:35 pm
Sometimes: "**it"

:) ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 01, 2006, 10:27:04 pm
Hey shakes!  Just droppin by to say howdy - we're up in the mountains and i only get the phone line for a couple of minutes      ::) ::)

Hope you're having a good evening - talk w/ya over the weekend sometime I hope!!     :) :)
Title: an example of "it"
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 01, 2006, 10:31:27 pm
I have seen the fuscia, and it looks like pepto-bismol.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 01, 2006, 10:33:18 pm
Hey shakes!  Just droppin by to say howdy - we're up in the mountains and i only get the phone line for a couple of minutes      ::) ::)

Hope you're having a good evening - talk w/ya over the weekend sometime I hope!!     :) :)

Hey Bud, at least you got a phone line. My folks were on a party line until 1985.

You have a good weekend. Pass me the bottle.
Title: 2007: Albeta
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 03, 2006, 09:23:30 pm
Lets do it:

http://messages.movies.yahoo.com/Movies/Films/threadview?bn=12172484-hv1808403312f0&tid=39583&mid=39583&tof=1&m=tm&rt=2
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 06, 2006, 01:22:24 pm
Joe told me on the phone about the mural in the Riverton, Wyoming Post Office. When I found the picture of it he had posted I was floored. There, about the time they would have been born, was Jack and Ennis, tending the sheep.

Annie Proulx does not mention in her essay ever visiting the post office or seeing the mural. We do know the production crew traveled thru the area scouting location and getting a feel for the place. Perhaps someone of them saw this, and it galvanized the characters appearence in their minds.

But what if none of the above happened?

According to http://www.wpamurals.com/wyoming, the artist was one George Vander Sluis, who acording to other sources lived 1915-1984. Askart.com says of him:
"George Vander Sluis was a painter in acrylics of figure, portrait and landscape, a muralist, and an art educator, who spent much of his career in Syracuse, New York. There he was a Professor of Painting and Drawing at Syracuse University beginning 1947. Between 1940 and 1942, and 1945 to 1947, he was a teacher at the Colorado Fine Arts Center in Colorado Springs.

He studied at the Cleveland Institute of Art and the Colorado Fine Arts Center and from 1951 to 1952, had a Fulbright Scholarship."
A google image search turns up many posters and other works by him. I am real curious as to what his life was like, how he came to Riverton, Wyoming to paint a mural in a post office.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 06, 2006, 02:39:36 pm
The mural really is stunning.

So so much

was


stunning
Title: Fresh Produce
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 08, 2006, 11:11:16 pm
Remember the scene where Jack is cutting up an ear of corn into a pot of water? He look up and here comes Ennis with them horses and his kreel case, price tag still on it after five years. They are so happy in the scene.

My partner called me at lunch Friday and told me Southern States had fresh corn. Ah hell, its summertime.

The actual reason for the call was to acertain if I could EAT corn. I can't eat popcorn. That's another story. I have no problem eating corn. I enjoy a food that the body obviously has no use for.

We both came up eating corn on the cob. A lot of time we had it boiled, the ears shucked and cleaned of all the silk.
My Mamma told me once that in the days of slavery the white people ate the yellow corn and left the white corn to the slaves. The moral of the story being the white corn was actually better for you, to which I have no research. All I know about corn, I have stated above.

Now we rememoried the reunions, the fish frys, the midsummer parties of our parents, the ears of corn roasted on coals, sometimes after roasting a pig for 24 hours. Sometimes in Aluminun foil, often as not just in the shuck.

"Those Northern Europeans didn't know about corn" I told him. "That's what come from the Indians".  We smiled and tosted in recognition, something from our raisin' had transfered from "what we knew to what we believed". We had been taught "we", being largely white people, learned about corn from the Indians. Now "we" has come to include the Indian ancestors my family would not talk about for years. We didn't so much learn it as we inherited it. 

But as for the corn, I like to rub it in butter and spice it with mint pepper and wrap it back up in the shuck and roast it on the gas grill on low 5-10 minutes. Corn don't give us much, but it is a good delivery system for flavor. We tore into those ears of corn like we hadn't ate in a month, thankful for the bounty, and the teeth to eat it with.

And then, we also had the first tomato of the season. I only eat home grown tomatos. There are indeed only two things that money can but, that's true love and home grown tomatos. Plus Dan Quayle would have a hard time with them. I especially love Yellow Tomatos, but enough of that.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 09, 2006, 06:54:41 pm
I go on record: My friend Mouk is not crazy. There IS a varmit outside the kitchen door as Alma is scrubbing cloths on a worsh board. I think it is a rat, I cannot see it very well but it is there, about half way betwixt the concrete stoop and where Ennis is de-trucking the hourses. It moves just a little bit.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 12, 2006, 01:39:00 pm
 :o    I seen it too! Here at the Fox last week. It was a sizable animal, don't know what sort.

Funny, I don't think we saw it on the DVD in Wyoming, but here at the moving picture show, sure enough, there it was....   :)
Title: Sixty Five Years Ago
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 12, 2006, 02:16:33 pm
Sixty Five years ago this morning my father asked his brother it he could borrow his car.

He took a bath, put on his suit, and grabbed his grip from under his bed and snuck out of his parents house. He drove up the hill to the house where I now live. Knocked on the front door and gathered up my Mother and my Granny, both dressed for the ocassion. They road in my uncles car to Martinsville, to the small home of a Baptist preecher and his wife, and were married.

Upon leaving they stopped at the grocery story so my Granny could do some shopping. Daddy carried the groceries in the house for her and they were off, into the Valley of Virginia, to Luray Caverns.

About dark my uncle came up to Granny's house and asked her if she knew where his car was.

On this day I don't think about the 44 years that followed, I think only of two happy young people with nothing to their names and the whole world before them. I am grateful to be part of the world they created.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 12, 2006, 02:52:16 pm
Awww. That's a sweet story, Shakes!     :) :)
Title: Drinking with the Preacher
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 15, 2006, 09:24:09 am
A few months ago, back before the leaves come on the trees, I was contacted by the daughter of a former coworker who was looking to buy a house with her new husband. So I said cool, and met them at this trailer out on the back side of the moon one Saturday morning. I reacquainted with her and met her husband, a man who NEVER stopped talking. Redneck as hell.

We did some looking and shortly they found a house they were very happy with and we had a deal. At the closing this week they reminded me they wanted to buy me supper one night, meaning name a date, so I said how about Friday at the local Mexican resturant.

Okay now, I want to state for the record I am not making any of this up:

The wife could not go on Friday because she had tickets to take her Mamma (my former co worker) and his Mamma to see and Elvis Impersonator in Greensboro, North Carolina. "(Jack), I swear" I am not making this up. People actually make a good living impersonating Elvis and I have never understood why. Husband says "Well I'll meet you over there".

So 7 pm this evening I meet Mr. Roudy Countruction Worker X-USMC Harley Rider, and as I was later to learn, fully ordained minister in the church of god, that he no longer attends. It was the most interesting supper I have in a long time. Helped out by a very large Margarita, this feller sat acrost from me and unspooled his whole world, including that he had a friend who was gay.

Today's Date is 14 July 2006. 

We talked about everything betwixt Bill Clinton's cigar to the lost books of the new statament. We see eye to eye on many things, are poles apart on others. I told him I was not religious, but spiritual. He knows that Bible backward and forward and the good things is I think he interepreted it for himself, he seems to not buy into most dogma.

I did not tell him I was gay, but I will. I will tell him when I am sober, and do not have a drink in my hand because I consider it a serious thing and past experence has taught me that coming out under the influnce is a crap shoot at best. I imagine it will be in the tore up kitchen of their new home.

On another site today I posted that Chad Allen was "easy on the eyes". This guy is past that. he is easy on my brain. I stood out in the parking lot listening to one last tale and I thought: "I will be this guys friend. He will know who I am". The last story delt with his grandfather. Oddly, he had the same name as my grandfather. "We are cousins" I told him, and shook his hand goodnight.

Today is 14 July 2006, and a better day I think I have never had. 
Title: Re: Drinking with the Preacher
Post by: YaadPyar on July 15, 2006, 01:17:07 pm

This guy is past that. he is easy on my brain. I stood out in the parking lot listening to one last tale and I thought: "I will be this guys friend. He will know who I am".

Today is 14 July 2006, and a better day I think I have never had. 
 

Tru -

I love these visits to your world.  It was a place I inhabited for a time, but knew I never belonged.  I was always a visitor, betrayed by my lack of kudzu-cred.  I always talked to fast for folks to trust me as their own...  But even in my own too-distant way, I am entranced, intrigued and compelled by the unvarnished fascination of that world.

Your writing is such a great invitation each and every time.  Thanks always for what you share here.

Celeste
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on July 15, 2006, 01:32:16 pm
Thank You for sharing your stories Shakes.   I love them all!   They always give me pause and often make my day  :D  So human, so heartfelt, how could they possibly be made up.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 15, 2006, 11:38:49 pm
I always enjoy hearing your stories Shakes! Glad things are going well.   :)
Title: Another Brick in the Lawn...
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 17, 2006, 01:41:56 pm
The Virginia Museum of Natural History (www.vmnh.org) is building a new museum on the sight of my birthplace, across the street from my office. It seems like it has been going on forever but is supposed to be finished this year.

Last year I bought a memoria brick for their walkway  "In Memory of Jeb and Dash". I got a proof in the mail Saturday to check for ypos and to solicit me for more brick and of course, I am dying to buy on to somehow memorialize my experence with Brokeback Mountain.

I thought about getting "Ennis and Jack Forever" or something more obscure like "Jack, I swear", or "You girls need a push?". Anyone have any thoughts/suggestions? Still have a month or so I think. 
Title: Re: Another Brick in the Lawn...
Post by: YaadPyar on July 17, 2006, 02:07:55 pm

I thought about getting "Ennis and Jack Forever" or something more obscure like "Jack, I swear", or "You girls need a push?". Anyone have any thoughts/suggestions? Still have a month or so I think. 


I love "Jack, I Swear."  It's the essence of the movie, and has a particularly important meaning to Brokies.  But then again, you could say the same for every line in the movie.

- I wish I could quit you (too sad though really)
- Jack F*ckin Twist
- Lil Darlin
- S'alright, s'alright
- We was good friends

Just some that come quickly to mind.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 17, 2006, 02:59:42 pm
Maybe:                        JACK & ENNIS
                            "We was good friends"
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on July 17, 2006, 03:29:03 pm
I don't know how much room you're allowed.  But I like 'It could be like this, just like this always.'
-Lynne
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on July 17, 2006, 03:38:00 pm
Maybe:                        JACK & ENNIS
                            "We was good friends"

I like it!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on July 17, 2006, 07:53:30 pm
Maybe:                        JACK & ENNIS
                            "We was good friends"

What a wonderful idea! 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Amber on July 18, 2006, 12:45:01 pm
I just made my first visit to your world.  Your stories are amazing and the description of your trip to Wyoming brought tears to my eyes.  I really hope I have the time to make it out there, but then again, I'm not sure if it is something I could handle by myself.  I tend to be very emotional about the way this movie affects me.  In fact, on the way back from Alberta I had to stop driving because I was just crying too much.  Looks like I'll have to do some reflecting on this.

Thank you so much for everything you have posted here  :)
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 19, 2006, 10:42:10 am
Speaking with the museum this morning I learned I could get a Jumbo Brick with 78 characters on it. I don't think I will need one that large. Have  had amny wonderful suggestions, that I hope will be used by anyone anywhere to put a brick someplace.

So here is what I have finally decided to put:

                       ENNIS & JACK
              "Ole Brokeback got us good"
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 19, 2006, 11:25:24 pm
 :) :) :'( :)   Thass a good one Shakes!   :)
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 20, 2006, 11:18:31 am
Hey Cowboy, how you been? I really like the pics you posted of your road trip in Wyoming before we met up. That multicolored, eroded ladscape shot, where was that?
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 20, 2006, 03:58:00 pm
The before and after of my moustash:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on July 20, 2006, 04:12:01 pm
I like ya better without the 'stache.  Dang it all if Aunt Bee ain't got a big ole monument...
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Post by: vkm91941 on July 20, 2006, 06:43:13 pm
I like ya better without the 'stache.  Dang it all if Aunt Bee ain't got a big ole monument...

Ditto what Celeste said  :D 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 20, 2006, 08:25:51 pm
Hey Cowboy, how you been? I really like the pics you posted of your road trip in Wyoming before we met up. That multicolored, eroded ladscape shot, where was that?

I'm glad you liked that!! It was such a surreal and wonderful day ... course the whole trip was!

As for where it was ... You went on to Signal, I mean Ten Sleep and the rest, right? Well, right in the middle of downtown Ten Sleep, there's a road that turns right, so heading north. You take that road, and just keep going. It becomes a dirt road, goes 45 miles, and then lets out at the town of Shell.

I want to play a little with that photo -- there's a faint rainbow effect in that hump in the foreground ... I'll show you in a while...

Take care buddy!!    :) :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 20, 2006, 09:34:01 pm
Here is me this evening, in the gloaming twilight of me driveway, with my beloved material posessions, me car and me house.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 20, 2006, 10:15:23 pm
Ohhhh!!     :) :) :)   An' you ain't even botherin' to wear nothin either !!    :) :)

Thass so sweet!!!    :) :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 20, 2006, 10:33:14 pm
Man it's July, I do have my britches on.

I need to post a photo of that Iris.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 21, 2006, 07:23:07 am
In the evenings I go out to water the house plants on the covered patio area, hoping the deer have not got brazen enought to come that close. In the peace lillie I rescued from the office a wren emerges and fly to a nearby tree and commences squalking at me. She has built a nest in that plant.

I think to myself: bird, who do yo think put that plant there? Who do you think bought the bird feeder and put it up not 10 feet from your nest? Who puts the seed in it for you? But this is all beyond the bird, she only sees me as a threat to her nest. Insted of being agrivated with her, I will try to remember there are things that are beyond my comprehension as well, that the very thing I fear may be my salvation sometime.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 21, 2006, 10:35:58 am
Two nights before Xmess, 1935, my alcoholic, Irish-Catholic, yankee Grandaddy was walking home from his bootlegger, in the middle of the road, and was run over and killed by a produce truck being driven by a sober driver.

His sister, a saint of a woman, traveled all day by train from Emporia for his funeral. She had never met my Granny, and had to share a bed with her. The following day she took Granny by the hand to the insurance agents office. Her brother had died one day past the grace period for his monthly payment, but she had all the right words. Metropolitan Life paid my Granny double indemnity, since it was an accident. She received two thousand dollars.

Granny bought a car, which she could not drive, and it is unclear what became of it. She also bought a lot and put a down payment on a house. She was the first woman in the history of her family to own her own home. She splurged by having electricity, but saved a bit by not having indoor plumbing, only a spiggot in the front yard. For the next ten years she and her daughter took turns, buying the groceries and making the twice monthly payments of $12.50. It would take their entire paycheck from the mill.

In 1945, my uncle returned from the war in Europe, he had a 90 day leave before he was to ship out to the Pacific, that long hot, mixed up summer the war was half over and the bomb was not on their horizon. He borrowed a steer from my fathers father and terraced the front yard, plumbed the house, dug out a basement and poured a retrofitted foundation thru holes cut in the floor, one wheelbarrel load of concrete at a time. He hoped his efforts would lead to forgiveness from his mother, for striking a match in their neighbors barn when he was 4 years old, which lead to their fleeing Burlington, North Carolina, in the middle of the night and my Aunt being born in the back room of a boarding house. The jury is still out on his suscess.

When I was a kid the house was a crazy place fill with seven TVs, two of which worked, a picture of Jesus with heartburn, dusty knickknacks, a platform rocker with cracking patent leather upholdstry painted with yellow house paint. Patterns of conk shells on worn linoleum, an oil circulator in the middle of the living room the only source of heat, coconut sprinkled marshmellow pies. Decorative Xmess candles, melted and impregnated with dust. I learned how to tie knots there. I watched Yellow Submarine on her color TV once she got cable. I was standing on the front steps, leading up to the road, "when I was what, 9 years old" and her neighbor called to tell her George Wallace had been shot.

It was built out of green pine lumber my mother said, never any great prize to anyone but Granny. It was her pride and joy. She lived there from the fall of 1936 to the fall of 1979, when she started living part time with her children.   The push was on to get her to sell, she was too old to live alone anymore. She was pursuaded of this one bitter afternoon in 1980 and tore out of the place on ruined knees as fast as she could, not looking back. I was what, 16, awkward kid, out of place, knowing the stress she was under could make the anurism near her heart rupture and then what would we do?

At thanksgiving, 1989, Granny had been buried for a year, and her old house sat empty. I took my sister, visiting from out of town, over there. I knew the guy who know owned it, he would not mind it we looked around. We found an open door and went in. So much had changed, so much had been forgotten. I stood where the sink would go and looked out the window and was washed by the realization I could own this, I could make this my home. I would probably not get another chance to own something of the ancestors. I went home and called the guy. On 1 February 1990, I became a home owner.

That seems so long ago now. The house has become full of all my stuff now, which includes some of Granny's, which now includes 1/3 of my sisters, I could never move, I would have to just leave it all behind and start over. I replaced the roof, the windows, the wiring, the plumbing. I share my home with a black snake that lives in the walls and ocassionally eats the Starling babies that hatch in the eves. One year I had a family of Possums living in the attic. I get the ocassional batt in the house. My dog is buried in the back year, with generations of her feline friends.

I gave up trying to have flowers a few years ago and decided it was cheaper to appreciate the deer that devoured them. Currently I live in the territory of a set of twins I have watched grow up. I don't know what happened to their Mamma, but I can make the clicking noise she used to make to call them, and they look at me like "who are you?"
I heat the house with propane wall heaters, I cool it with box fans in the window. it only gets  about 3 hours of direct sun a day, I am blessed with many trees.

I am probably the last person who will ever live in this house. It is functionally obsolete, people these days want McMansions, people don't want to put up with things like crickets. So I will enjoy it, me and my house, barreling toward our own day of parting, and in the meanwhile, I need to stop at the hardwear store today and get some weed eater line.   
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on July 21, 2006, 03:32:36 pm
It is so wonderful that you were able to save this part of your heritage.  I'm a big believer in family and remembering where we come from, passing those stories on to those who come after us.  I love to tell the stories my Mom and Dad Aunts, Uncles and Grandparents told to me to my neices and nephews and their children.  It is a comfort to know that all those who went before us will never truly die as long as someone remembers.  To that end I have started to record some of our family "stories" and am adding them to the family Bible so there will always be a record.

So much of my family hertage has been lost to the ravages of time and the greed of my Mccousins by the dozens.  You can still visit the foundations and chimney stack of the house my maternal Grandfather was born in, way down in the North Carolina woods and the streets on Harkers Island all bear my maternal family sir names, Mason Street, Willis Way, Lewis Lane.... The house my Mom was born in is still a private home in Morehead City but the house my Mom grew up in met the bulldozen when Harborside was built in Norfolk.    There is a vacant lot where my paternal Great Grandfather's house stood in Belleville Illinois but the house my Dad was born and raise in, in St Louis is still a private home and the neigbhood still retains some of it's old charm with the Catholic Church where my Dad was baptised and was an altar boy, where my Grandmothers funeral was held, where my Mom and Dad were married still a active and vital part of the community.  Continuity, I love that.

I envy you your old house.  It is a blessing and a priviledge to be a part of one's own history.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 21, 2006, 05:58:55 pm
Wonderful story about the house, Shakes!!!
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 24, 2006, 10:09:45 pm
Thanks Wayne, and what was it again, a bag is no place for a cat....?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on July 24, 2006, 10:36:54 pm
In the evenings I go out to water the house plants on the covered patio area, hoping the deer have not got brazen enought to come that close. In the peace lillie I rescued from the office a wren emerges and fly to a nearby tree and commences squalking at me. She has built a nest in that plant.

I think to myself: bird, who do yo think put that plant there? Who do you think bought the bird feeder and put it up not 10 feet from your nest? Who puts the seed in it for you? But this is all beyond the bird, she only sees me as a threat to her nest. Insted of being agrivated with her, I will try to remember there are things that are beyond my comprehension as well, that the very thing I fear may be my salvation sometime.  


I love the angles at which you view the world.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 25, 2006, 11:27:49 am
Thanks Wayne, and what was it again, a bag is no place for a cat....?
:D :D

Truman's thought of the day, dutifully recorded by yours truly!!!    :D

Cats do not do well in bags,
                       so it is often best to let them out.


(http://www.jonco48.com/blog/cat_2Din_2Dthe_2Dbag_2D50e.jpg)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 25, 2006, 02:43:32 pm
Law Wayne, you are a magician! Look, its a cat walker!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 25, 2006, 03:49:05 pm
I cain't tell whether he's happy or mad! My cat likes to be swung around in a basket.

Maybe I should try this bag thing on him ...              :-\ :o      :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 26, 2006, 03:44:09 pm
I have decided to take tomorrow afternoon off and go to the mountains and do so praying, thanks for all my blessings, and friends, and for all those who need help. Anyone want to be included, let me know. Maybe pray I don't get rained out.

I think it will help me focus and get priorities in order. Calm my brain down so I am not so irrational at work, and with my family. I am hoping also to go to Floydfest this weekend (www.floydfest.com/2006). On sunday Iris DeMent will be preforming. I love her twany voice, I wish she could have been on the BBM soundtrack somehow.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 26, 2006, 09:48:32 pm
Floydfest does sound fun - and I love Iris DeMenthe! Where's she from anyway?

Ever heard of the Black Mountain festival in North Carolina? I used to go there pretty often in April and October. Square dancing and contra dancing, pretty much only mixed sex couples, but it was still fun.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 27, 2006, 11:44:41 am
I will have to check that out, going to Black Mountain at the end of August.

Iris is from Paragould, Arkansas, the youngest of 14 chillins.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 28, 2006, 10:11:41 am
I cut on me phone this morning and had a message! My friend from chicago called me for the very first time and I was so tickled. I had cut the thing off when I got home to get me some peace and quiet. But it was nice to hear your voice Y, you cound kinda like I expected. Like everyone else ;D

Will talk to you this weekend for sure.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 28, 2006, 10:43:04 am
"shakestheground -- I've just started reading your thread in this forum, because I was wondering about the source of your name. It reminds me of, well, earthquakes. (I've got a bit of a fascination with earthquakes -- I'm a geologist, and I was in an earthquake at a pivotal point in my life.) Anyway, your posts are incredible and moving, and I'm only on the 2nd page."

Elly law have mercy, you gone make my head swell up so big I ain't gone be able to leave the office until someone comes and deflates me. It won't be too long, I assure you.

So the name, well, I could make up something about the amount of coffee I drink. I believe the world is not operatiing on a sleep deficit, but a caffine deficit, you can sleep when your dead.  But it is more mundane than that. About 1992 I was going to a lot of Pow Wows, trying to learn about the remnant native culture of the southerastern US. I thought I would like to have an "Indian Name" and knew I would have to come up with one for myself. I love how those names seem more authentic if they are adjectives reather than nouns, like "Paints His Shirt Red" vs. "Peaceful Doe" (yes, I watched Jeremiah Johnson last night on DVD, It had been recomended to me a while back by someone I forget who, amazing the difference in movie making 34 years makes).

So anyway I decided I would just look for the name and would recognize it when I saw it. One day at lunch at the hospital I worked at, garnisheeing the paychecks of the uninsured working poor, one of my co workers was laughing and while her mouth was open in laugh I heard her voice say "Shakes The Ground" and I said "Oh, okay". I can't explain how she did this, but she was probably talking about a cable tv character Shakes the Clown, and I consider myself to be a clown, if this were still a traditional society I would have job security.

It appealed to me because of the genealogy I have done and continue to do, shaking the gound in which the ancestors are buried and making them wake up and tell their stories, largely by directing me to where they can be found in the written record. I believe the written word to be sacred. ever time we commit a thought to writing we are sanctifying it.

My cup runneth over it looks like.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: nakymaton on July 28, 2006, 12:47:52 pm
Cool story about the name. :) I like it.

Your stories about the Wyoming trip are just amazing, by the way.

I like the idea that by committing an idea to writing we are sanctifying it. (Though I have too much of a tendency toward inappropriate humor sometimes; my writing ends up being sanctified by Coyote or Loki or some other kind of trickster archetype, I'm afraid.)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 28, 2006, 02:15:10 pm
Well its all good, in a hundred years someone reading what you wrote will have a handle on your personality they might not have otherwize.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 29, 2006, 09:29:31 am
Last night my partners son and his girlfriend came for a visit. They brought a long a copy of The Brothers Grimm, which delighted me, I had not seen Heath Ledger in this one. My was I impressed! Heath really can act. His Jake Grimm wasso sad and believable. His range seems like a blank canvas.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 29, 2006, 12:57:27 pm
Omigosh omigosh when is your birthday Shakes?!?  Happy Birthweek!!     :) :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 30, 2006, 11:11:23 am
My natal anniversary will be observed on Thursday the 3rd day o' August, hopefully with a large margarita. I will be 43, hopefully it will not make me petty.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 30, 2006, 11:15:31 am
This is kinda scary! I have had people say that my writing seems like more than one person is doing the writing....maybe I AM insane....or at least have other personalities!! Do insane people wonder if they are insane?...LOL

I think everyone has facets to their personality, and I have noticed in my life that when I am under attach, it is only one of theose facest, so the rest can figure out what to do. I think that if you stay under that pressure a long time, or are abused, the facets become fractured, and you get the classic insanity. I ain't no psychologist. I hope someone does read all this one day and cry about us like we have cried ourselves. 
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 30, 2006, 10:13:19 pm
Yeah I can identify with that, I feel like I am writing to all me friend s here so sometimes I mist a wurd.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 30, 2006, 11:39:10 pm
I didn't make it to Floydfest, a dissapointment, but me natal anniversary will be sepnt in an inner tube on the New River at McCoy Falls near Blacksburg, Va., a cold drink in me hand and a warm spot in me heart. That is home for all me friends.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 31, 2006, 02:16:02 pm
I will be 43, hopefully it will not make me petty.
:laugh: :laugh:       {{{shakes}}}
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 31, 2006, 03:08:37 pm
I knew someone from down south would get this.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 31, 2006, 04:26:21 pm
There is a lull, most of the agents have gone out into the heat to do god knows what. The phone is not ringing at the moment, but will no doubt, with the 548th call of the day from someone with a screaming baby wanting to rent a house. A moment, to relax, to breath. To wonder if I have been gritting me teeth all day or just the last hour or so.

Do you ever measure your life experence against Ennis and Jack? My partner did the first time we saw the movie. He said he was Jack, in so many ways. We don't live together. Partly because of my unwillingness to deal honestly with my family about what I consider to be none of their business anyway. Partly because I am unwilling to give up my home, unite my stuff with his stuff. I end up feeling like I am caught between two worlds. Not living in either.

A sweet life I do not see, and sometimes I think of what the character Mona Ramsey told her friend Mouse in "Tales of the City": "Sometimes I think all I really need is five good friends". I don't see his identifying with Jack automatically making me Ennis, maybe that is denial on me part. I dunno. Its a hard balancing act, and there are issues with both sides.

Yes, I am sabatoging my life. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on July 31, 2006, 04:51:28 pm

Yes, I am sabatoging my life. 

Sometimes what looks like sabatoge is just part of you protecting what it knows needs protecting.  And letting go of that protection happens when you feel safe and strong, not through force or requirement.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on July 31, 2006, 06:19:55 pm
U are in good company, Shakes. J.K. Rowling will be 41 tomorrow (the richest woman in Britain--richer than the Queen and Madonna--and she's a writer of children's books! That tells me there's hope for the world.) And the state of Colorado will be 130 this week. Happy Week!!!!!!!!!!!  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: esseffjoe on July 31, 2006, 09:04:37 pm
....sometimes I think of what the character Mona Ramsey told her friend Mouse in "Tales of the City": "Sometimes I think all I really need is five good friends"....

And I know you've got not only five good friends but likely many times those.

Off topic, Shakes, but what a service you've done us by citing Tales. For those not familiar, Armistead Maupin's series began as a serialized story in the San Francisco Chronicle about 1976. Later, the stories were published as a series of books with some becoming made-for-TV movies. Many became the kind of followers of Michael, Mary Ann, Mona, and Anna Madrigal and their lives as we've become of Ennis and Jack with our perceptions of theirs.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2006, 07:43:24 am
Yes, and Maupin's books The Night Listener, has been made into a movie staring Robin williams that comes out this week, Friday I think. It is based loosly on the experences of another great gay writer, Paul Monette, of blessed memory. It was a real page turner when I read it.

Thanks everyone, lets us all be aware.

Title: Mamma Bird
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 02, 2006, 11:10:38 am
Mamma Bird has her hands full if she were to have hands. The baby wrens hatched the other day and they cry all the time wanting more food, none stop she flies too and fro. I wonder does she thisnk "who laid your egges, who sat on them all this time, who protected you from the giant who comes out the door." If she does, what goes around...

But I doubt she does, I doubt she rebels gainst one of the main functions of her life, and sometimes I envy her tiny brain that cnnnot spare the space for anything non essential.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: nakymaton on August 03, 2006, 01:57:16 am
I think I've figured out the birthday notifications at the bottom of the main page...

And happy birthday! :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on August 03, 2006, 02:19:12 am
Happy Birthday Truman!!!     :) :)    Do something fun just for you!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 03, 2006, 07:51:15 am
Truman...

I have relatives that have been on welfare all my life...they never try to do anything. They sit in their government housing and wait for the check. day in and day out. I always wanted more. I wanted to see things and learn things. Thought I would never be like that. so listless and uncaring.

but it is hard to do more. It is hard to strive and save and work for your money. sometimes I see them going off fishing for the day on a lark...living like that bird....just existing in the moment and I envy them...

sometimes I wish I had never gotten this feeling this need to be more...would I also be content to be a grasshopper letting life just happen?

Where did it come from? How did I get it when no one else did? Was it the reading I did?

Would I change things if I could go back? I don't know...



You know I have seen the same thing many times, seems like in the final analysis everthing balences out. Maybe your relatives don't have a lot of assets, but they have a good time. Maybe you don't have a good time but you don't have to worry about the next meal. It is all in the balance, knowing when you need to take a mental health day and get out of the routine. Take a day and live in the moment, spend some money, take lots of pictures.

Yeah, the birds are free, but they have short hard lives and get eaten by cats.
Title: Shameless Self Promotion
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 03, 2006, 08:11:00 am
My late sister told me our mother knew she was pregnant at Xmess, 1962, but was embarrassed to say anything. She prayed the whole time I would be born before she turned 41, (didn't happen) and that I would not be "Mongoloid" i.e, have Downs Syndrome. (I don't). She was sick as a dog for months and could only eat watermelon. There are no pictures of her pregnant with any of her children.

This sister, the younger of the two, turned 15 that summer. There was no air conditioning. As teenagers and parents typically do, they argued alot. Sister left to go to a swimming competition in West Virginia and told her bitterly "I hope you have that baby before I get back".

Friday night, 2 August 1963, my father gets home and it is time to go to the hospital. I often say my father was drunk when I was born. I say this because my father was always drunk, except for the summer of 1983, and it was Friday night. When my elder sister, then age 20, got in that evening from her summer job, they were leaving for the hospital.

My mother has only said she was in a great deal of pain with my birth, which occured the next morning at 6:55 AM. Having had two daughters she had picked out girls names, in the mistaken belief she could only have girls. She proposed naming me Joseph. My father, in strongest evident to me of his intoxication, named me for the former U.S. President, Harry S. Truman.

My father returned home that morning, my elder sister already up. He told her she had a brother, and according to her, her responce was: "You want me to fix you an egg?"

The two sisters later beseeched our mother to please not let me go thru life with the name of a U.S. President. She said she would take care of it and secretly had the first name changed to that of my father's, an idoitic name of an even earier president that he never like himself. He did not discover this until I was in the 1st grade and eagerly showed him my report card. I still remember that argument. "What the hell do they have__________ on here for?"

There was still a great admiration for Harry S. Truman as I was growing up. People often made the prediction I would one day be President (If elected, I would run and hide). You should listen to people who have a consensous.

I despized my name for the first 30 or so years. I was the only person with such. I have only met one other person in 43 years now with the same name. My father died in 1985, my sister in 1998. Prior to her death, I think it was about 1995, I decided I would "Fix It", I had stood it long enough. For $26 I legally changed my first name to President. People thought I was insane. "I am just fulfilling prophecy" I told them.

But today, I am going off into the woods, comune with Ow-ee's cousins, write, pray for the world, and best of all, turn off my f**kin' cell phone.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on August 03, 2006, 11:48:03 am
Happiest day birthday boy!  Here's to a future full of promise and wonder, a solid reflection of the person you've become.

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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on August 03, 2006, 11:58:05 am
Thanx for telling us about your natal day and the origins of your name! There are worse things than being named after a president. When I learned I was going to have a son, I had a terrible time finding a name that wasn't that of a soldier or warrior. I finally settled on Christopher. But then I realised that, it being the Quincentennial of Columbus's "discovery" of the New World, there would be a lot of Christophers out there. So I changed it to Christian. I'm happy with that name but my son still shows tendencies to want to be a soldier anyway! I know U are off floating down the river right now, Tru, but here's a toast to U for when U get back.  8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on August 03, 2006, 01:29:54 pm
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Just wanted to stop in and say... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
   Have a great day!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on August 03, 2006, 02:26:16 pm
Happy Birthday P. True!!             :) :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 04, 2006, 01:09:55 pm
Thank you! Thank you! I sure do appreciate it. Yaad, where did you get that picture of me?!?

I had a wonderful day, a real mental health day. I made one call and turnt off me phone, grabbed my journal, a chair, bug spray, water and "The Old Ace In The Hole" by Annie Proulx and hit the road.

Back in April when I was in Colorado there had been a forest fire near where I live, on Bull Mountian. I had been meaning to go see the aftermath and had about forgot about it. It is a nice drive, gravel road for about 5 miles. Bull Mountain was the sight of a plane crash a couple of Octobers ago, the family of a NASCAR crew was killed on their way to the race in Martinsville. I had heard that a cross had been erected and since the fire was visable from down below and errily enough it is.

From there I went to a conveinece store known for their gas to get me a hot dog. Then I went to my favorite spot to chill out, on the Smith River, just below Philpott Dam. The air temperature was about 94, but when they are generating electricity, the water that comes out of the bottom of that lake is just above freezing. If you can find a nice spot close enough to the river, you can enjoy a temperature of about 72 degrees. Heaven.

The drive is about 7 miles on a dirt road, past old corm fields and abandoned houses. Beautiful country. It is so remote there is little traffic on a week day and the only folks I saw all afternoon was a couple in kayaks and one redneck couple who wandered in, hand in hand, in their early 60's, the woman all plastic and rhinestones, she stuck her toe in the water and shreeked.

Read Annie Proulx all afternoon, wonderful book about a man scouting for hog farm locations in the Texas panhandle. His character reminds me some what of Quoyle (?sp) in The Shipping News, but with a few more brains. So much of what she writes is so tragic, like Ennis Del Mar or Loyal Blood. It is a welcome break to read something you know is just going to be entertaining. "The year of Proulx" is how I will remember 2006, when I read everything she had written.

I was also visited by a ground hog who came out to nibble, and an Inch worm and several Cardinals (the Protestant ones). I read about 100 pages and then wrote 4. Studied on a revelation I'd had in the shower, which I need to investigate more. Prayed for Chris, and everyone else I could think of.

I came bouncing in the office this morning in the best mood I have had all week. Tomorrow the New River, can't wait. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 04, 2006, 01:31:24 pm
So in my my mailbox this morning there was a confirmation from the Virginia Museum of Natural History that the Ennis & Jack brick has been ordered. Just tickled to death.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on August 05, 2006, 10:44:09 am
Luv yr pictures, and thanx for the birthday report! Loyal Blood is one of my favorite people too, I think of him often. Wasn't that a sad book? I got the CD of Bad Dirt and started listening...they are short stories but somewhat related to each other...some of them are pretty funny. Lookin forward to hearing more about yr revelation, if U care to share it, PT.
Title: Revelation
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 06, 2006, 12:58:12 pm
Thank kew FRont Ranger, yeah, I would like to share that personal revelation.

I as getting in the shower the other morning and realized I now posessed memories of thisngs that happened more than 40 years ago. One of the earliest memories I have is of going to the first birthday party of a kid who parents ran the local recreation center. I remember standing up in a barrel backed kitchen chair, the light green colgolwall tile of the room, the wading pool pool of sand on the kitchen floor. I can rememory me mother and the other women there.

My mother had put a picture of it in my baby book, and wrote about it, including the date 14 August 1964. I was 1 year and 11 days old. In the fictional world it would snow on Brokeback Mountain in another 2 days. Then it hit me. I had to stop the shower and go get me notes.

You'l rememory my post about Jeb and Dash, the diary I went to see in Boulder back in April that had been kept by a gay man living in Washington, D.C. I checked my notes and "sure enough" the last time "Jeb Alexander" wrote in his diary was Saturday, 14 August 1964.

And I remember the day.
 ;D
I had been looking for a sign, a connection to him all this time and had it right in front of me for months.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on August 06, 2006, 01:05:39 pm
That is eerie and kind of scary! You'll have to revisit that story next Saturday!

Regarding memories, so often I have posted a memory of an experience of mine on here and then realized that it actually happened long ago. I remember very clearly things that happened to me in my 20s and 30s, and then there is just a deep dark gulf between then and now. I remember things about my children, but hardly anything about myself. With seeing Brokeback Mountain, I feel like I have come out of a fog.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 06, 2006, 01:21:55 pm
Yeah, I do pretty good remembering when and what, until about 1990, and since this it is like trying to rmemory someone else's life.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 06, 2006, 02:30:58 pm
Luv yr pictures, and thanx for the birthday report! Loyal Blood is one of my favorite people too, I think of him often. Wasn't that a sad book? I got the CD of Bad Dirt and started listening...they are short stories but somewhat related to each other...some of them are pretty funny. Lookin forward to hearing more about yr revelation, if U care to share it, PT.

I would like to go back and hear all those books on cd now, Bad Dirt had the two best stories in it I think I have read (beside BBM), The next to the last about a woman who inheritis a magic tea kettle and "Florida Rental".
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on August 07, 2006, 01:42:33 am
Ahhh Tru I missed your Birthday!  Damn I didn't mean to do that hope it was a happy one!

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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 07, 2006, 11:34:38 am
Thank you Victoria, I got many well wishes and I treasure each one. I treasure them much more than the below slice of pizza I encountered last Friday night at Pappa's Pizza in Bassett, Virginia, which contained, I am not kidding, hot dogs and french fries:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on August 07, 2006, 01:29:02 pm
the slice of pizza I encountered last Friday night at Pappa's Pizza in Bassett, Virginia, which contained, I am not kidding, hot dogs and french fries:

Hey Tru -

I will assume that what looks like a slug sitting on the plate is, in fact, not actually a slug, and just an odd-shaped piece of hot dog?  Or is that just a new pizza flavor that hasn't made its way to Chicago yet?

Mmmmmmmmmm - hot dog pizza.  Yummy???

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 07, 2006, 02:05:26 pm
Yes, that was a piece of hot dog, imagine this area ahead of Chicago in the cullinary department.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on August 07, 2006, 02:17:43 pm
Hot dog and ff pizza!   THE HORROR OF IT!

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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 08, 2006, 11:19:42 am
There are some scary things around here to eat, that is for sure, but the other night on the food network, they had a slice of Key Lime Pie on a stick, dipped in chocolate. Yum!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on August 08, 2006, 01:03:54 pm
(http://www.kwkl.com/images/PieBarKeyLime.jpg)   
Key lime pie on a stick dipped in chocalate, now that is yummy!! 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on August 08, 2006, 02:14:51 pm
 :) :)    Enjoyed your birthday pix and story Truman!!!

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 08, 2006, 02:16:28 pm
Cowboy Wayne, I hope you had a good trip to the mountains. I know it has to be cooler up there.

You ever eat at Sheeley's, out in the western part of Lexington County?
Title: Re: Revelation
Post by: Wayne on August 08, 2006, 02:17:49 pm
the last time "Jeb Alexander" wrote in his diary was Saturday, 14 August 1964.

And I remember the day.
 ;D
Goodness Truman ... and you remember the weekend before it snowed on Brokeback ... gives me shivers!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 08, 2006, 02:24:02 pm
"And why is is always so cold, we orta go some place warm, like" TEXAS IN AUGUST!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on August 08, 2006, 02:36:09 pm
 :laugh:   I can't decide if you're being naughty or sentimental!!  Knowing you probably some of both!     ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 08, 2006, 02:52:05 pm
A little of each, and then some.  :o
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 09, 2006, 09:48:26 am
I went to see a lady the other day about a house she wanted me to manage. Very attactive math teacher at a local community college, I was surprised at her vocabulary.

She had bought this house because it was next to hers, wanted to have some control over her world around her but knew it should not sit empty. "Right now I am in balance, but someone needs to live in this house" I agreed. She was not looking forward to the prospect of dealing with renters and hence I was called upon. I told her she had taken on a major weight, but seemed centered about it. She smiled. I think she'll like me.

I feel like a magician sometimes, running from place to place, keeping the plates spinning on the tops of quivering sticks.
Title: Michael Tolliver Lives!
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 09, 2006, 11:24:58 am
I read just now that Armisted Maupin has a new book comming out next year, centered on one of his maine characters from the Tales of the City series. Michael Tolliver will be a 55 year old long term HIV survivor with a 34 year old boyfriend. Looking forward to that read.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 10, 2006, 01:58:08 pm
A while back I posted about listing a house for sale, inherited by a childless widow who was having to stand what she couldn't fix. Well, the house sold, amen, thank you I will now have the $$$ to go to Boston for the brokeback get together there and seen New Hampshire and Maine.

She came in to sign the papers this morning, still going on and on and on and on and on and on about this that and the other think, each sentance on my part eliciting a paragraph on her part about some aspect of something. She told me in the middle of it all "It would do no good to get mad about it, I would only be hurting myself". Yes, she was right, I can't remember the circumstances, but I think that thought is applicable in many situations.

I escaped later to lunch at a small place down town run by Christians, they play Christian music and sell family bibles at the counter. They do have good food and a friendly staff, so I don't mind the rest. I heard my name being called and was happy to see an old co-worker of mine (yet, town full of them) who now works for the Virginia Museum of Natural History. She handled my order for the Ennis and Jack Memorial Brick. Never said a word about it but went out of her way to be nice to me. She knows. 
Title: Sweet Old Dogs
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 11, 2006, 11:41:15 am
My partner has a mostly Shelty famale dog named Lady, actually his son's dog, but his son lives in another city now. She is about 15 years old as near as anyone can figure. When I first met lady 9.5 years ago she ran away from me. She was the most frightened dog I had ever seen. I took nine months before she would let me touch her.

There are few pictures of her, wherever anyone trys to take one she flees when she sees the camera raise up. If you even bring you hand to your eye she flees, I theorize as a puppy she may have been shot at.

My partner told me she appeared in his Aunts back yard, and after they caught her she went to the SPCA where she was fixed and adopted by them, in 1991. Before I met her she had her hind leg accidentally run over by him, and still walks with a limp, made worse now by arthur.

Her hearing is almost totally gone, but she can see well and there is nothing wrong with her sniffer. A couple of years ago she was attacked by a wild animal that clawed at her head, permanently damaging her ear. She had a long recuperation indoors where she bitterly shreded all plastic she could get her mouth on. She healed, and bravely goes about her self appointed duty, patrolling her territory to make sure it is free of unauthorized animals, totally missing the family of kittens under the tarp. I see her in the mornings, peering down the drive way, always on guard from predators, seen and unseen, that may try to slip in. She has no animal friends there, but has loved the series of dogs my partners parents have had over the years.

But my favorite image of Lady is how she will come out to meet me when I go over, hauling herself up and teetering out to the driveway as I turn around. She stands there like Mrs. Twist standing on the porch as her visitor arrives, and moves to the driverside door to soak up the attention I give her, hoping I will brush the shedding fur from her coat with the brush I imagine must remind her of her mother's tongue. I stroke the underside of her jaw: "Hello Lady" I tell her, "blessed art thou amongst dogs".  She is an old girl, her sleep is filled with dreams that make her bark and cry and sometime I fear, it won't be long before she returns into the mystery from which she emerged. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on August 11, 2006, 01:24:10 pm
What a wonderful, but sad and touching story. I enjoy your writing style.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 13, 2006, 10:37:19 am
Oh, I dunno about all that, but thank you.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 14, 2006, 04:08:00 pm
Souped up coffee is more like it.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 14, 2006, 04:09:55 pm
What else will come down the pike?
I stood by your fathers grave and saw your name
On a bronze tablet, attached
to a piece of granite, usually sunken into the
ground it was so big, it must have been
disturbed when they dug his grave.
Propped up at the foot of the cross with no
consideration to you, the attic child,
would you not see it or would it just not matter
because you were you.

My cousin the undertaker.
If I had a ball bat sometimes I would hit
a home run when I hear him open his
mouth, spew forth his selfrighteousness, call
the name of your living brother, his wife,
their son and admonish them to live and
ignore you, sitting next to them, what in his
vocabulary he has nothing to say to the mentally
ill, the thin, gaut redneck dying for a cigarette.

I shake your hand and offer my condolences.
You are inhaling now, you are more
composed than anyone else there, you are of
this moment and last night when the rain
poured, you rose to smoke and ponder would you
have reason to bury your father this day. We are
two relics of the Nixon administration, we are
closer this day than when I see you in a parking
lot looking for your ride. They will take
you back to your home soon, and return to theirs,
to eat, and you to smoke, where there are no
hands to shake. And I will return to this place soon,
to continue my journey alone.



I wrote these words in September 2003 after attending the funeral of the father of my childhood friend, Darryl. The day to return is now at hand.

Darryl was my best friend in the 2nd grade. He and his older brother Kevin would come over to spend the night often, in the summer we would sleep in a pup tent in the back yard, telling dirty stories and giggling most of the night. Building forts in the woods and staging funerals for the mice his dog Frisky would kill.

On 16 September 1971 Darryl and Kevin did not come to school. The principal and my teacher spoke to me in the hall about their absence. I learned when I got home their divorced parents had fought and their mother took the two of them and fled, leaving another son with his father. I remember the date, because after that nothing was ever the same. No one ever replaced the best friend slot in my childhood.

Two years later they returned to the Roanoke area, and my friendship with the brothers renewed, especially in the summers, I would go stay a week with then in their mobile home (not a trailer they insisted). We swung from sapling trees, singing "Fly Robin, Fly" and "Kung Fu Fightin'". We watched the Miss Universe pagent. Kevin, at the age of 13, stayed indoors and listened to his extensive collection of Doris Day albums, you guessed it, he was the gay one.

We lost contact in high school. In college I contacted them both again, getting a letter from Darryl saying he had not been invited to his mothers wedding and one from Kevin, telling me about his best friend, who he thought the world of, and his anger at his father for not contiuing to finance his college education.

One year at spring break my mother told me Darryl's father had called, Darryl had been hospitalized "for his nerves" and wanted me to come see him. I did, but the very medicated person who starred at the TV, who was this? Where was my old friend? In time full disclosure came: Darryl had Schitzophrenia.

In the years that passed we would infrequently get together. He liked to drink beer. He became more and more socially isolated as the nicoteen stain on his hand grew. He told me of Kevin's decline, his DUIs, his dark basement apartment, his toupee. The drinking lead to diabetes. Kevin was found by his father one day in 1998, he had been dead several days. At the funeral Darryl held things up by telling me over and over his DUI was not his fault, the old lady had pulled out in front of him and he drank that six pack after ward to calm his nerves.

Their father's death took me by surprise. I went to the grave side service and saw Darryl's bronze headstone, ready and waiting, propped up against a cross, no consideration for him at all. He was sitting there on the front row in a clean shirt and dirty hair, he was itching to get away from these people and back to his trailer (not a mobile home) and let all those people pass from his line of sight. He later moved into his fathers house and called me to sale the trailer, which required a signature from his surviving brother that was not forth comming. Darryl was in many ways like a child in that he could not understand things, was not sure where to direct his flustration. One evening I came out of the movies and cut my phone on and was treated to a series of ever more angry messages from him. I cut it back off. The next day I tried to reason with the entity who had replaced my best friend. It was no use.

I would see Darryl walking down the road to the store where he bought his beer and cigarettes, matched step by step by his live-in girl friend, one of a series he met at a support group. About a month ago I saw him standing in his house, the windows convered iwth tim foil, hands on hips, looking down that road in the direction of the store. It seemed he was wanting to get the energy up to make the half mile walk. Part of me wanted to stop and give him a ride. A bigger part of me today wishes I had.

I opened the paper this morning to learn he had died yesterday. My cousin the undertake will have to deal with him after all. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on August 14, 2006, 09:15:47 pm
Ahhhh, Truman your writing never fails to move me.  Loved the story about the old dog (I'm sucker for dogs) but this last about your friend, so sad, so poignant.

One of my brothers is manic depressive and I went to support groups with my Mom and his wife for a bit and what I learned is that when you care for someone with schizophrenia or any mind altering mental illness you count in days. If the illness is present you start counting in hours...'between 5 and 7 was calm ,then things were chaos until midnight, slept for an hour at 3am' .Life seems to slow down and each minute is weighted with a mixture of anxiety and hope.

As things improve you start counting in days, Monday was good,Tuesday ok,Wednesday good etc .Then you can start chalking off months.

January was a very good month.There was no sign of the illness at all and February has started well....  It's like constantly trying to go up the down escalator but NOT just for us the family and friends but for them the afflicted as well and they are doubly troubled because they see what it does to us too.


Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 18, 2006, 12:56:13 pm
The day after learning of Darryl's death I received a call from his sister in law, asking me if I was not busy could I be a pall bearer. "If I'm not busy?" I thought. I told her sure, I was planning on attending the funeral any way. "I'll be happy to!" I said and then back pedaled on my cheerfulness, she knew what I ment.

When I told my 84 year old mother that he had died and I was going to be his pall bearer, she said she wanted to go and pay her respects to the family. This was odd for me, all part of keeping worlds seperate from one another to insure less friction, less confrontation. "He was the cutest little boy" she remembered "I'd love to see his mother again" and that cinched it for me. She had been part of this story, yes, she should come.

The sister in law had told me there would be a visitation and hour prior to taking his remains to the grave, where there would be a short graveside service. I got there a bit early, made some quiet inquiries, trying to get some answers. What I was able to learn was this: the last time anyone saw him alive was on Saturday the 5th, when he walked to the store for his daily ration of beer and cigarettes. The following day he talked to his mother on the phone, and then entered into what I call "the quiet" the point at which you are beyond your last human contact and your story is all conjecture. On Wednesday the 9th, a friend of his stopped by to check on him, got no answer. On the following Sunday, the 13th, his mom could not get him on the phone and asked his brother to check on him. He found him. There the details ceased to be forth comming. The casket was closed. There was no word on what caused his death. Just like his other brother, 8 years ago.

I told the surviving brother, a jolly guy of few words, I was sorry, about everything he had to go thru with Darryl, he said thanks. His mother seemed well composed, almost relived that the day she long knew she would see had arrived. She hugged me and showed me the spray on top of the blue steel casket, to the side sat his high school graduation photo, those big bow ties they put on us in 1981. I had never seen the picture, it was him in his fulfilled glory, the face I had memorized as a child, mature and strong, he was so handsome. Within two years the voices of demons would invade his head, may have already been there. Within two years of that photo being made he would loose a quater of his weight, his eyes would sink, his hands would become stained with nicoteen. I wanted so badly to grab the photo and kiss it right on the lips, something I would never have done to him.

Darryl's former girlfriend, who had not lived with him in some time, came solemly in, escorted by her mother. She too suffers from some undisclosed mental illness and was mournfully reserved. I spoke with her, as flatly as Kansas she told me how good a person he had been to her, how she would miss him. Had she still been living there things may be different today. I think that was weighing on her mind, but no one blamed her. There was nothing she could do. There was no blame here, only a river that could not be stopped. 

"...he was a a sweet boy" my mother told his, the hand clasp that women have, of a certain age anyway. She told of Darryl once saying he was going to build a flying machine so he could fly from Roanke to see me. I searched my memory for that, belive it is the first I have ever heard of such. It was real sweet.

I met two other pall bearers, a former neighbor and a buddy of his who had both befriended him. They were good people. One had discovered Darryl had gone for an extended period with out hot water and bought him a water heater and installed it for him. The other gave him rides 10 miles to the nearest supermarket to get the things he could not get at the Lucky 2, a store a mile from his trailer. (Uphill on the way back). The water heater man had checked on him the previous Wednesday and got no answer. He expressed a feeling of responcibility, which I felt was not nescessary. I told him if he didn't answer the door, it was probably too late. A small boom box was carried by, one of the men wondered aloud if they were going to play Lynyrd Skynyrd's Freebird, which I think most people in the south fear will one day happen at a funeral they attend.

So oddly then we were lined up and insted of marched into the chapel, to the front door, followed by the casket, heavy in me right hand, careful down the steps into the hearse.The family went out the side door to their cars. The sherriff's department guided us thru traffic, most people on the road still pull off to the side to let processions pass. We went right past the house I grew up in, the place where we kids had been kids, now sigular.

Under the canopy advertizing the funeral home was locally owned and operated we laid his casket and the family filed in. A lady minister, clad in purple petrochemical based material and perfect hair made her remarks, the boom box was cut on and from it unrecognizable chords emerged that she fashioned into song: "I come to the garden alone, while the dew is still on the roses.....".

We had sang. Something, I asked Darryl in my mind what it was I remembered us singing. A stiff breeze hit me in the face at once and it started to come back to me: riding on the back of my Daddy's truck, on summer evening, the three of us boys sang all one hundred verses of "A Hundred Bottles of Beer on the Wall". It got to be a chant towards the end, which if you have never heard it goes: "no more to take down, none to pass around, there's no more bottles of beer on the wall." Moment of artless beauty in our seperate and difficult lives, let be, let be.

The service complete we laid out carnation buttoniers on his casket and filed out, I kissed his mother on her cheek and shook hands down the line. The former neighbor returned from his car with a confederate flag, a pack of cigaretts and a lighter. Darryl had said he would place those items in his friends grave when the time came because he was sure he would out live him. The flag, he always had one them on his wall, his African American former girl friend regarded it the same as she regarded the flowers on the grave, something colorful in a sad time. The red and white of a carnation twirling in her hands. "He was a good man" she said "I'm going to miss him".

I got back in my car and cut the air on. Over head two hawks, on their back and forth reconnisence in the sky over us. My mind in its search for meaning named one of them Kevin and the other one Darryl, who the first would lead home. I waved to them, thought it nice of them to come by and bid us farewell. The end of a long farewell that started nearly 35 years ago. I, in my little silver car not unlike a coffin itself, slowly mauvered away thru tears. Eager to consume a strong drink, I settled insted for an ice cream, as I still had another visitation to attend that evening, it comes in threes, you know.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on August 18, 2006, 10:26:06 pm
Gosh Truman ... I'm sorry...   :(    Will be thinking of you.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on August 18, 2006, 10:33:34 pm
Goodness Truman.    :-\   Life is something.  Thanks for sharing it with us.     :'(
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on August 19, 2006, 03:19:18 am
Bless you Truman
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 19, 2006, 04:50:33 pm
Thank you all, ain't words a wonderful thing.

I finished reading The Old Ace in The Hole this week, a really good story, it has a similar tone as The Shipping News. It is amazing to me how many gay characters, both latent and open, Proulx manages to put in her stories. Well the only bokk of hers I have not read now is the first one, Heart Songs and other stories. My library does not have it so I guess I'll check out Amazon.

Getting excited now about the Brokeback gathering in Boston. I was so tickled my partner was like sure, we can go then. He was moved by the movie, but not to the extent I was. My friends Judy and JoJo will be there from the Wyoming trip, plus many others I have corresponeded with and read. I came to the conclusion this moning that it is important to have friends who live in other places, important to maintain contact with old one who have moved. The more connections around the world a person has the more likely we will be to get along in the long run.

Beautiful day here, and all my clothes and dishes are washed at the same time.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 23, 2006, 10:48:33 am
A beautiful time this morning, driving to work, just after nine in the morning I cross the old bridge, soon to be replaces after 75 years, and make my right hand turn in front of the line of box cars whirling past. They seem so fast but by the time I reach 45 mph I look up thru the trees to my left and see I am passing them. On the right the river is running the color of chocolate milk from last nights rain. We are all travelling in the same direction, each of us some force of nature. The sun is shining and the air is clear and my partner calls me to read me my horrorscope. It is going to be a wonderful day.
Title: Adam and Steve
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 24, 2006, 12:57:01 pm
Last night I finally got to see Adam and Steve, a terrific movie by Funnyboy Features that is now out on DVD. while it was no Brokeback, I throughly enjoyed it.

It is set in NYC (as are about 90% of gay movie) and tells the story about a couple of out guys who fall in love, only to discover they have met before, years earlier. I won't give away anymore than that. It is well written, positive, and while is does have this strange dance number toward the end, it will have you thinking the next day.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 25, 2006, 11:08:38 am
I believe it would. There is intimacy, but not the sex act itself. There is drug usage in the begining but it is done in a way to show the consequences of their actions. Yes, I think you all should see it.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 26, 2006, 12:53:20 pm
LETS DANCE!

http://www.floydcountrystore.com/

A buddy of mine who lives out of town has been wanting to go to the Friday Night jamboree at the old country store in Floyd, Virginia, for some time. So this week when I ran into him at his grandma-in-laws funeral I said hell yeah lets go Friday night. His wife is in her thrid trimester so she could not go, just the two of us, and it was such a good time.

Now, you might think, does this guy ever do anything but go to funerals? Well, let me explain: it is a small town an I know a lot of people. I am also kin to a lot of people. I think it is good to honor them as they leave this world, and see folks who have come in from out of town and reconnect. Plus they always have a great meal afterward. I met my partner at his Aent's funeral. I know people who refuse to attend even the funeral of a spouce they are so opposed to the proposition of death, but hell, for me it is like going to the car wash.

We traveled about 40 miles, taking an hour because Floyd, Virginia is up on the mountain. It is a small town of local mountain people and trust funded hippies who have sent the realestate prices thru the roof. The store itself no longer functions in its original capacity but is more of a music hall for old time and bluegrass music every friday night and sometimes a special show on Saturday night. Admission is $3.00 and there is a drawing for a ham each night. Lucklity Floyd does not have a fire marshall (I guess) the place is always packed. Mostly locals attend, very authentic people, and last night they had folks from Ontario and a soldier from Baghdad. I have seen Africans there (as well as African Americans, regular attendees).

My buddy was amazed by the crowd, two groups who was picking outside on the side walks and the alley next to the store held our attention for a while. We went inside and "Twist"ed our way to the front, glad to have arrived after the first hour of gospel music. The Smith River Band was finishing up a song and starting a slow one. A local boy in jeans an a straw cowboy hat and chained wallet took the opportunity to get a bottle of water. When next they began the Orange Blossum Special he was leaping over people to get back to the dance floor, where he put his hands on his hips and faced the audience and began to pound the floor. Soon he was joined by a dozen others and when they all began pounding that old oak floor in unison it was like the heart beat of everyone in the place was beating in unison, mesmerized and bobbing, harkening back to the days when people lived out doors under the moon and all the cycles we in sync.

I thought to myself: I want to host a BBM get together here sometime, I want people to see this. And that I will do, maybe next summer, on a night with a full moon. C'mon and get you can of potted possum.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on August 27, 2006, 09:02:23 am
Soon he was joined by a dozen others and when they all began pounding that old oak floor in unison it was like the heart beat of everyone in the place was beating in unison, mesmerized and bobbing, harkening back to the days when people lived out doors under the moon and all the cycles we in sync.

I thought to myself: I want to host a BBM get together here sometime, I want people to see this. And that I will do, maybe next summer, on a night with a full moon. C'mon and get you can of potted possum.

Love the image of everyone's heart beating together...it's the thing that used to create community, and I guess in some places still does.

Dare one ask what a can of potted possum is?  What you do with it?  And why it's called that?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 27, 2006, 11:10:03 am
I have seen groups of guys, usually younder ones, up there dancing. I think we'd have to teach the band the sang thought...that is such a good album, do you have it?

As for the possum, it is mostlikely regular potted meat, with a different lable on it. I don't know anyone who has ever actually opend a can. Possum is one of the ledgends, that back in the old days when people were so poor they would eat the unbelievably greasy meat. One bands there has a song about a man needing to feed him family and the refrain is: "I got five pounds of possum in my head lights tonight!"
Title: K.T. Tunstall
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 28, 2006, 12:57:29 pm
I have been to Wyoming twice this year, and both times I heard the same song.

Driving up from Boulder to Laramie in chilly April I had the radio tuned to this cool station and on came this driving guitar and I was like "hell yeah" and this woman singing: "you ain't the one for me" I looked at the speedometer and I was going 85 mph!

Come June, a beautiful day I am on I-90 rolling down the road from Billings to Buffalo and up ahead is the Welcome to Wyoming sign, and on the radio, here comes that driving guitar again "Ohhhhhhhhhhh no, ohhhhhhhhhhh yeah, yeah, yeah, your not the one for me" I turned it up, I made a mental note to find out about that song.

The other week I was listening to KFOG out of San Francisco on my laptop and here it come, I recognized it on the first note. It is "Black Horse and the Cherry Tree" by K.T. Tunstall, a talented woman I think from the UK, it has been a while since I read up on her. I ordered the cd, and here are the words to the song:

two, three, four

(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)

well my heart knows me better than i know myself
so i'm gonna let it do all the talking.
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)
i came across a place in the middle of nowhere
with a big black horse and a cherry tree.
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)

i fell in fear, upon my back
i said don't look back, just keep on walking.
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)
when the big black horse that looked this way,
said hey lady, will you marry me?
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)

but i said no, no, no,no-no-no
i said no, no, you're not the one for me
no, no, no,no-no-no
i said no, no, you're not the one for me

(ooooo,woo-hoo)

and my heart had a problem, in the early hours,
so it stopped it dead for a beat or two.
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)
but i cut some cord, and i shouldn't have done that,
and it won't forgive me after all these years
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)

so i sent her to a place in the middle of nowhere
with a big black horse and a cherry tree.
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)
now it won't come back , cause it's oh so happy
and now i've got a hole for the world to see
(woo-hoo,woo-hoo)

but it said no, no, no,no-no-no
i said no, no, you're not the one for me
no, no, no,no-no-no
said no, no, you're not the one for me

(ooooo,woo-hoo) (not the one for me, yeah)
(ooooo,woo-hoo)
said no,no, no,no, no, no, no
you're not the one for me
said no,no, no,no, no, no, no
you're not the one for me


big black horse and a cherry tree
i can't quite get there cause they've all forsken me
big black horse and a cherry tree
i can't quite get there cause they've all forsken me

Today I stopped by the P.O. and there was the cd, I popped it in and headed to the office. Even on a monday in the humid southeast I was transported, I was headed to meet my friends in Wyoming. If you get a chance take a listen.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on August 28, 2006, 06:42:48 pm
I could read your wonderful stories all day long!   
You are a great storyteller.

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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 28, 2006, 08:40:57 pm
Its because me people were from Kerry. ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on August 29, 2006, 02:53:23 pm
(http://www.photoatlas.com/photo/irland_ring_of_kerry_02.jpg)


Well that certainly explains "The gift of gab"... :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 29, 2006, 03:40:07 pm
Ain't that the truth. I knew you were Irish, and knew you would know Kerry people are the kind that follow you down the driveway as you are trying to leave, telling you one more thing. :laugh:

In 1996 I went to Eire and my friend Eileen asked me to carry her Auntie Eilo in Killarney several cartons of cigs. I carried them for days before we got to Killarney and I walked over to her house with the bags and knocked on her door and she opened it and looked at me and said: "You must be the one".

She went on to tell me this wild tale about her late sister having an affair with a priest. She said they were in Austria and were captured by the Nazi's and murdered. I was shocked. When I got home I asked Eileen about it and said "that's B.S.! they were run over by a trolley in Brooklyn!"
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 29, 2006, 03:52:24 pm
Last night we were down in the basement and noticed there was a cricket up in the globe of a floor lamp. We undid it and walked him outside and "freed" him to be with the other crickets.

I says: "Can you imagine the tale he is gone tell the other crickets?"

"All my life they promised me, go to the light and your going to have sex! Well, I went all the way to the light, I was there, you couldn't get any closer to the light than I was and there was no sex going on, there were no other crickets there, just a dead moth and some dust!"

And all the crickets in the neighborhood turned nihlistic and filled up on cheesecake.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on August 29, 2006, 09:15:50 pm
Ain't that the truth. I knew you were Irish, and knew you would know Kerry people are the kind that follow you down the driveway as you are trying to leave, telling you one more thing. :laugh:

In 1996 I went to Eire and my friend Eileen asked me to carry her Auntie Eilo in Killarney several cartons of cigs. I carried them for days before we got to Killarney and I walked over to her house with the bags and knocked on her door and she opened it and looked at me and said: "You must be the one".

She went on to tell me this wild tale about her late sister having an affair with a priest. She said they were in Austria and were captured by the Nazi's and murdered. I was shocked. When I got home I asked Eileen about it and said "that's B.S.! they were run over by a trolley in Brooklyn!"

Ain't that the truth. Some members of my family are like Auntie Ello .Oh the stories!  But not an ounce of truth to any of them. But damn good entertainment! It's easy to confuse them if you wait long enough and then ask them" what ever happened to..." 

My family is from Dublin and Kildare. For the most part I still have four times the amount of kin there than I do here. With a few scattered throughout England.

you have got to excuse my sterotyping ,but, Shakestheground sounds like an Indian name to me. I did picture you to be an American Indian. I must of watched Dances with Wolves to many times.


but please keep your wonderfully entertaining tales up. Even though I  live Irish,  i do believe yours to be true!

Geri
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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 29, 2006, 09:23:07 pm
I am just a small bit Indian, any tibal affiliation long lost from generations of denial. The closest I get to it are a great great great great grandmother from southern Pittsylvania County Virginia named Rachel Leonard. The tribe that lived here were the Saura. There is a native decended community nearby, in Goingstown. I don't consider myself to be native american, but I honor that part of me best. It in some ways becomes a place you can direct your pride when you can't exactly be "out".

We got us some stories, don't we?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on August 30, 2006, 11:55:47 pm
we sure do! :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 31, 2006, 10:33:21 am
Maybe I'll have some more stories when I get back. We are going to leave tonight to go to the beach for Labor Day, driving at night thru the eye of tropical depression Earnesto to emerge on the far side, hopefully radiant in the morning sun.

We both had been to this island were going to before as kids, the place was full of fishing shacks and junk cars, understand it has been cleaned up. Wher eis my metal detector? Hope everyone has a nice relaxing and long holliday weekend.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: vkm91941 on August 31, 2006, 11:07:51 am
Oh so this is where the Irish come to meet.  My family's from Clare, all wild green hills and windswept for miles.  My Dad is full of the blarney, why tell the truth if you can tell a tall tale instead, but we all know there's  a nugget of truth in there somewhere.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 31, 2006, 02:17:51 pm
Law, and you know what the county seat of Clare is: Ennis!

Yeah, if you look for the truth in something you may be looking for a while, if you look for meaning the meaning will change. If your looking for a good time, its all around you.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on August 31, 2006, 06:32:08 pm
You made me think of a quote Shakes...

"What is happiness? ......To have achieved one's longing, yes. But also, when one hasn't a thought beyond what to do next minute; one looks back after and there it was"

From The Persian Boy by Mary Renault.

that book is full of wisdom...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 05, 2006, 10:34:16 am
I will have to read that one. I started reading a very dull biography of J. Edgar Hoover that I think is going back on ths shelf.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 05, 2006, 05:23:53 pm
Man the Tuesday after Labor Day is always like a double Monday. Glad I finally reached the end of it so I could get back here and catch up with the board.

We went down to Core Banks for the holliday. It is on the southern most point of North Carolina's outter banks, the barrier islands that give it its eastern shape. We had both been there seperatly when we were younger, 30 years ago, seperatly before we ever met. In those days fishermen rented a fishing shack for a dollar a year and brought their old junk cars down there on the ferry. The place was littered with car carcasses in those days. When they quit running they just left them to catch the blowing sand and make a toxic sand dune.

Much different place today, the federal government came in and cleaned up the cars (well most of them) and tore down the fishing shacks. They were replaced with modern cabin with running water, a gas stove and water heater so you can have a shower, and a little house to park your generator if you want electricity.

We took off on Thursday evening, after dark driving into the outer edge of tropical storm Ernesto, a harrowing experence. By 11 pm the rain was coming 50 miles an hour sideways at us. The storm drains were small lakes and we were hydroplaining. Cars were only ocassionally going the other direction. It became Friday, and on the radio Madonna sang "Like a prayer" Yep that was us, and soon it was followed by "Black Horse and the Cherry Tree"

We stayed the night in Morehead City, and rose the next morning to drive the final hour to the ferry. A few branches down, all the numbers from the gas prices were gone, and the coast guard was not letting the ferries run until 3:30 pm. Nothing was open, there was no electricity. All the stores were full of people standing around, starting their holliday early.

Once we backed the jeep onto the island from the teeny-tiny boat, we checked with the ranger, who told us we didn't need a key, he'd already unlocked it for us. If we locked it we would have to find him to get back in. Imagine a place where you are encouraged to leave the doors unlocked. The weather cleared up and we had two wonderful sunny days among fishermen and their "sand yachts" big giant Winnebago type campers with attacked porches and racks to carry their cans of gas.

Our first trip to the beach, a mere hundred yards from the cabin door we saw on the beach an 8 cyl. engine and a frame exposed on the beach by the storm. Marveled at it, like it was our confirmation we were in the right place, just for a bit, the next day it was barely visable, the next day it was gone entirely.

Having knocked out one in a series of Coronas, I filled the bottle with sea water and then dribbled sand into it, the escaping water loosining the sand in my hand to feed the bottle. I resolved to take it home and let it dry and have a sand painting of the tan and black sand as it had settled.

Last morning I threw my back out, no I was just putting on my underware!  It was murder, but at least it happened at then end of the trip. The older I get the more I start to worry about things giving out on me. I was able to drive most of the way home, recalling what things looked like in the driving rain. Touring Beauford and Havelock, such a nice spot on the map.

This morning I looked at my bottle of sand and saw a tiny creature swimming in the water at the top. Guiltily I had no idea what to do, not like I could just let it go in my yard. Amazed that such a tiny life could have slipped thru my hand undetected into a beer bottle. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on September 06, 2006, 01:26:43 am
I think more about getting on a horse. I have fallen off before...been thrown off.

when I was young it hurt but now I think..what if I really get hurt? Will I be handicapped or killed?...it has become something I think about.

Just don't feel as invincible anymore..
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 06, 2006, 03:12:27 pm
It is a battle, fighting against your own enlightenment to do the things you once did. When I was a kid I would scoff at the "old people" admonishing me to be careful. I know what they mean now.

I could be in better shape than I am, maybe these things would happen less frequently. The days drift by like forgotten resolution about going to the track and walking. Labor Day has come and gone, the cooler days of autumn I anticipate with relish, which I understand they put on hot dogs insted of chilli where I am headed.

The maple leaves are already crumbling brown in my drive way, how does the stem of one always get wedged in something, flapping down the road to 45 mph when it crumbles or escapes. Would that some of the baggage of life fall always so easily, cares out run like the neighbors dog.

If I were there Jess, I would give you a boost on that horse, and would help you up when you fell off. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on September 06, 2006, 04:19:41 pm
Mmmmm, your stories are like a little trip to the beach for all of us Truman! Thanks for bringing us in on it.     :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on September 06, 2006, 06:19:01 pm
It is a battle, fighting against your own enlightenment to do the things you once did. When I was a kid I would scoff at the "old people" admonishing me to be careful. I know what they mean now.

I could be in better shape than I am, maybe these things would happen less frequently. The days drift by like forgotten resolution about going to the track and walking. Labor Day has come and gone, the cooler days of autumn I anticipate with relish, which I understand they put on hot dogs insted of chilli where I am headed.

The maple leaves are already crumbling brown in my drive way, how does the stem of one always get wedged in something, flapping down the road to 45 mph when it crumbles or escapes. Would that some of the baggage of life fall always so easily, cares out run like the neighbors dog.

If I were there Jess, I would give you a boost on that horse, and would help you up when you fell off.   

Truman, how beautiful...and that last? Made me cry for some reason....you have SUCH a gentle, kind soul...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 07, 2006, 11:52:23 am
I think you do too, Jess, I think about everyone here does for that matter.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on September 08, 2006, 11:01:13 am
It is a battle, fighting against your own enlightenment to do the things you once did. When I was a kid I would scoff at the "old people" admonishing me to be careful. I know what they mean now.

I could be in better shape than I am, maybe these things would happen less frequently. The days drift by like forgotten resolution about going to the track and walking. Labor Day has come and gone, the cooler days of autumn I anticipate with relish, which I understand they put on hot dogs insted of chilli where I am headed.

The maple leaves are already crumbling brown in my drive way, how does the stem of one always get wedged in something, flapping down the road to 45 mph when it crumbles or escapes. Would that some of the baggage of life fall always so easily, cares out run like the neighbors dog.




 

I know what you mean. I am 38 and I already have started to  be fearful of things I use to do all the time. I have developed a horrible fear of hieghts that I never had before. I wake up in the night sometimes feeling like i'm falling .I always enjoyed amusement parks that had the tallest and fastest rollercoasters on the planet. Now I break out in a cold sweat thinking of them. I have also become a slower driver. I was never fearful on the highways before. I am always thinking of accidents now.i dont know maybe I have just grown up. But i  do find it sad to do so sometimes.

this beautiful post has made feel depressed for some reason. Maybe because it is turning into Autumn once again. I always feel a loss at this time of year. I know it has a name; Seasonal Affective Disorder. It does  feel  Like something is over. gone. And that's something I didn't have when I was younger either.  Its weird ,and I don't like the feeling at all.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 08, 2006, 03:17:37 pm
Yeah, summer is so hot and miserable and when it is over, it is like gloom and doom.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 08, 2006, 03:24:19 pm
Recently I wrote about seeing the Robin William movie The Night Listener. It is based on the Armisted Maupin novel about a writer who is apprently duped into beliving a book he had reviewed has been written by a 14 year old AIDS victim. Williams' character, Gabriel Noone, has only spoken on the phone with the boy, and the question gets raised, and all breaks loose.

This past week something similar hit close to home. I received an email informing me of the passing of someone I had never met, but whose online company I had enjoyed. Said email also planted a seed I wish it hadn't.

As I have come to look at things: the difference betwixt what I know and what I believe, and there is not so much distance betwixt the two. They are such subtle differences that I can pass over the boundry like driving a car onto a bridge. It got me to thinking what do I know and believe this time.

I know: there is a presence gone from my life, small inside, but appreciated.

I believe: that presence entertained and informed many.

I know: this presence generated alot of warm wishes and healing energy. I learned ways of visualization that I will use again.

I believe: healing energy is not wasted. The universe will benefit from it all.

I know: I once fell in love with two young men who never existed, but were composits of so many others.

I believe: love is not wasted by the universe.

And with that, I look forward to the weekend.

 

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: YaadPyar on September 08, 2006, 03:29:37 pm

I believe: healing energy is not wasted. The universe will benefit from it all.

I believe: love is not wasted by the universe.


Perfectly put.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 11, 2006, 11:15:13 am
I read the other day on Chez Tremblay that Equality Wyoming was sponcering a talk in which Annie Proulx would be one of the lecturers in October, in Laramie I believe. Man, what I wouldn't give to go to that, a third trip to Wyoming this year. I thought of the possibility of swinging it and the travel elf on my shoulder sat down and looked very weary. The finance fairy turned the page on his newspaper, not even offering an opinion.

"I hope wyo_men goes", I thought. I hope he gets to see her and ask her a question. I hoped maybe the program would be tapped. Wow, to see Annie Proulx.

Then Sunday, I was scrolling down Chez Tremblay, having been away from the net all day Saturday and lo and behold, Adrian Del Mar posted that Proulx would be giving a lecture at Davidson College in North Carolina, this coming Thursday evening, easily within driving distance for me.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am going to see Annie Proulx in person! I am going to get to hear her speak and hopefully get to speak to her and get a book signed. I don't know what to expect, she is giving a lecture in a named series, have no idea what she will talk about, and I am only hoping she will take questions.

If I get to stand in front of a microphone and ask this woman a question, I think I would ask about Lightnin' Flat. I would quickly tell her I went there with friends, saw the Rocky Point Cemetary and the abandoned house, and ask her if she, too, had see these places, were they what she pictured when she wrote of Ennis traveling to the Twists to ask for Jack's ashes.  I will hope I can get it all out.

But I want to ask you all, I am open to suggestions, tell me, if you get the chance, what would you ask Annie Proulx? About Brokeback or anything else she has written, or about what she thinks on other topics. Post it here, or pm me, I'll be headed south about 5 pm on the 14th. Say if your there.

Additionally, wyo_men emailed me and someothers an article about an appearance she is making at a Methodist Church, she is apparently on tour. Any idea how to find out when and where she will be? That would be some useful information for Brokies for sure.

Malayse, get outta my way, I gotta find me good shoes.

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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: esseffjoe on September 11, 2006, 12:15:18 pm
That would be my no. 1 question. Will be very surprised is the answer is not "yes."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 11, 2006, 04:26:59 pm
What I have learned so far is that all the tix are gone for the hall where she will speak, but I can watch from a remote location and still get to meet her at the reception following.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on September 11, 2006, 09:52:38 pm
oh I am so glad you get to go!

I would ask about the old cowboy that inspired the story...she had said she had seen him around....wonder about him..
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on September 12, 2006, 03:02:37 pm
Truman, I've been perusing your wonderful thread off and on this summer, and I happened to be reading it yesterday when you mentioned going to see Annie on Thursday and wondering about other places she might be speaking.  On a whim, I checked her website, and then e-mailed her agent, who luckily answered me with "I don't know of anything, except her appearance in NYC at the Guggenheim on Tuesday night."

I was  :o

Today, John Gallagher bought four tickets for me, newyearsday, JCinNYC and himself to see her tonight!

Thank you, Truman!  We'll report tonight or tomorrow.  :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 12, 2006, 10:12:57 pm
Ain't that just amazing! It's like clicking the heals of the ruby slippers together three time and poof! She appears! Can't wait to hear how it went, it is now 10:12 pm and I imagine it is about at an end.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on September 12, 2006, 11:06:00 pm
she better come back!! tonight!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on September 12, 2006, 11:16:36 pm
I'm back from our evening with Annie!   :D

We had a great time.  The Guggenheim brochure said she would be discussing the West as "regional and cultural space," as a complement to their new Jackson Pollock exhibit (Pollock often described himself as being from Wyoming).  What she actually ended up doing was presenting her ideas on how much she thought Pollock's art had been influenced by Native American art.  She made a pretty interesting case for it, and I hope somebody who's an expert in Native American art does some more research on it to back her up.

She was very articulate and poised, not at all like a folksy Wyoming lady (she was born on the East Coast) and wore a nice black pantsuit.  She looks younger than her 71 (?) years.  The program lasted about an hour and a half, and the audience asked some questions.  "Brokeback" didn't come up, unfortunately, since that wasn't the subject. 

Afterwards, we saw that people were lining up to speak to her, so Jenny and I decided to go for it.  Jenny got to mention her T-shirt line and received Annie's OK to use her words ("you do what you want").  She told her she's trying to distance herself from "Brokeback Mountain" and move on to other things.  I shook her hand and thanked her for the talk and also for writing "Brokeback Mountain."  She was kind enough to autograph my copy of "Story to Screenplay" (her signature is teensy!).

Jenny, John, Juan and I went looking for a place to eat after the lecture, and what did we find but a Jackson Hole hamburger joint!  So we ate huge burgers and contentedly talked "Brokeback" for an hour.

I hope you're able to see Annie and talk to her on Thursday, Truman.  Thanks again for the kick in the arse--without it I wouldn't be writing this report!  8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on September 12, 2006, 11:26:05 pm
*sigh*

perfect...thank you!!

(except the part about distancing herself from BBM!!)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 13, 2006, 12:44:07 pm
I imagine she has tired of BBM, she has lived with it longer than anyone else, plus she is a creator, she needs to move on to other things. I think I will gague how it goes, if she lectures for an hour about the fiber content of shoe laces in outer mongolia, I feel somewhat obligated to ask her some kind of half way intelligent question about ilets.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on September 13, 2006, 06:31:56 pm
Truman = ever the gentleman!

 :-* :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on September 13, 2006, 08:39:49 pm
I imagine she has tired of BBM, she has lived with it longer than anyone else, plus she is a creator, she needs to move on to other things. I think I will gague how it goes, if she lectures for an hour about the fiber content of shoe laces in outer mongolia, I feel somewhat obligated to ask her some kind of half way intelligent question about ilets.

 :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Title: Brokeback Willie
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 13, 2006, 09:48:29 pm
My partner plays guitar, and plays it well.

His father scoffed at him and his brother when they first took it up, saying no one in their family had any musical talent. He didn't maintain that position long. They get together often with friends and play everthing from Lynyrd Skynyrd to Zappa, with heavy doses of the Beatles and CSNY and when the alcohol content reaches critical mass, Methodist hymms.

Last Thursday I was on my lap top and he asked me to play him the first song I ever bought from i-tunes:
"Cowboys are Frequetly Secretly (Fond of Each Other)" recorded by Willie Nelson and release last Valentine's day, 2006. He sat there with his guitar and learned that song in 30 minutes. I learned where to restart it to get that riff between verses, Willie's funky way of playing. He sounded damn good.

Friday night his son came for a visit, brought his bass, and his brother came over with his guitar and he said "I got a song I want us to learn" and he played it. I took pictures so he could see their reaction later. His brother, when concluded, said: "That's Willie Nelson".

The next day partner and son go to the music store to buy strings. They know eveyone there, and everyone they (thought) they knew them. A buddy who works there, who used to be in a band with him, told him to try out this guitar and he did, strumming and then softly singing:

"There's many a strange impulse out on the plains of west Texas,
There's many a young boy who feels things he can't comprehend."

His buddy of 30+ years said: "Ain't that that Brokback Willie song?" and he said it was, and started over, singing them a few more lines. He asked his son (who was standing behind him) what he thought about it and he said:

"Oh I moved closer to you."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on September 14, 2006, 09:26:56 pm
I would ask about the old cowboy that inspired the story...she had said she had seen him around....wonder about him..
My question would pertain to this general subject as well. More specifically, I am curious to know more detail about the bar and the specific time that Annie encountered this older gentleman who inspired the story. As a time-saving measure, let me direct you to a post made by Natali where she shared the story in Annie's own words:

http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php?topic=4510.msg87117#msg87117 (http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php?topic=4510.msg87117#msg87117)

In the same thread in which that post appears, I made the following response, which contains the question about which I am curious:

It was 1995 and Proulx, who lives in Wyoming, visited a crowded bar near the Montana border.

It just occurred to me that this nameless Wyoming bar has become sacred ground of no little significance. It was the scene of the first flash of divine inspiration, and saw the shades of Ennis and Jack gain refuge within Annie's mind and heart. If others knew the location, it would become a locus of pilgrimage as charged and meaningful as any other in Wyoming, or any of the Alberta sites associated with the film.

Our fellow member shakestheground plans on hearing Annie speak in North Carolina in the near future. He asked others to post or PM him if they had any particular questions they would like addressed to the author, assuming that he is able to meet and speak with her. I think I will submit this one, however trivial it might appear to some: What was the name and more precise location of that bar, and if possible, what was the exact date of that fateful 1995 visit?
Title: Update on Wyoming bar
Post by: moremojo on September 14, 2006, 09:33:30 pm
In regard to the post I made above this one, I just read a contribution by Mel to the thread I cited there, where she asserts that the bar was located in Sheridan, Wyoming. That narrows it down by quite a bit.

Edit:Mel directed me to the following post made by Adrian, where he states that the bar is called the "Mint", and is located in Sheridan:

http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php?topic=4224.msg84557#msg84557 (http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php?topic=4224.msg84557#msg84557)
Title: The Mint Bar, Sheridan, Wyoming
Post by: Fran on September 14, 2006, 09:55:23 pm
Perhaps this will help you.  It's a post made by Toast in the "ABCz of BBM" game, reply #3405.

(http://www.wyomingtalesandtrails.com/mintbar05.jpg)
The Mint Bar
151 North Main Street
Sheridan, Wyoming 82801

Annie Proulx discusses where the character Ennis was created:

"But the incident that actually made me start writing it was one night when I was in a bar in Sheridan, Wyoming—the Mint  bar. There was a ranch hand I used to see. This guy was back leaning against the wall by the pool tables. The bar was packed with good-looking women, and he wasn’t looking at them—he was watching the guys….He was about sixty, and he watched them with a kind of subdued hunger that made me wonder if he was country gay."
She counted back from his age and decided to set the story in the ‘60s, when he would have been a young man.

NewWest (http://www.newwest.net/index.php/main/article/4463/)



Title: 'Mint'? Yes, please!
Post by: moremojo on September 14, 2006, 09:57:28 pm
That is WAY COOL, Fran! Thank you so much! :D :D

Dreaming of Wyoming,
Scott
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 15, 2006, 04:26:27 pm
It might not look like it, but the clift notes version of see Annie Proulx is over at Chez Tremblay. I may write a longer piece about it here this weekend. I am infused alright, I could have pawed the orange out of the crescent moon last night driving back.

Thank you for the information on the Mint Bar, we were a short distance front there, Wayne flew in and out of there, but we didn't know to go.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: nakymaton on September 15, 2006, 05:46:45 pm
I wonder if the guy in the bar got to see the movie. I know it didn't play at many places in Wyoming -- most were too small of markets for an independent film. I wonder if he has access to a DVD and a DVD player.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on September 15, 2006, 06:00:05 pm
Mel, I'm curious about that too. Does this man have any idea of the impact he has made on so many people? Is there some elderly ranch hand in the Sheridan area who has read any of these stories, and is wondering, rightly or wrongly, if he is the guy? What a remarkable, if unintended distinction that would be.  I really do hope that he encountered the story in some form, and that he has attained some kind of peace.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 16, 2006, 09:10:51 am
In reply to the film playing in Wyoming, it did get seen. When we were there Dana told us about the theaters in Riverton, initally they would not show it. A group chartered a bus to take them to Theromoplois to see it and on the way there there was drinks and laughter and on the way back tears and sadness.

Joe had talked to a theater owner in Buffalo about showing it, we went another route, but the owner told him he had got a lot of callto not show the film but was determined to anyway. When he got it as a second run it did better than Mission Impossible did as a first run.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 17, 2006, 11:02:31 am
I wrote a few weeks ago about the cricket that went all the way to the light and lived to tell about it. I wondered how I could compare that to meeting Annie Proulx, nothing so dramatic, but it was a good experence, th emoderate amount of "I wish I had done X differently" but all in all it added to me rather than being anticlimactic.

Driving down the road to Davidson I popped in my "Wings Remix" CD I just acquired. At first I was like "uh, I dunno", but driving on I40 at 80 mph changed all that. Good travelling music, good dance music. It added the flavor of a soundtrack over my on life, like I was taking a step back and watching me thru a camera lens. Ah, the inate gay ability to be dramatic. I was going to the mountain to hear the goddess speak in a way.

The reality is Annie Proulx is a very plain woman with a very beautiful mind. If you read her biography on her website you know she has had her share of ups and downs, and had suceeded largely to two things: She never gave up, and she has had a long life.

Thought I was watching her on a screen, she came out and sat in that chair and with her text in her lap, she foulded her hands in front of her and bowed her head. As she was being introduce she kept her head down, but when something amusing was said she would rise up and smile the smile of a country woman, teethy and broad, and would fade back into herself. Speaking, she was hunched over her papers, close to them and the microphone, no eye contact with the audience, exect when a cell phone when off. She read her wors, told her story and andswered her questions. There was no pretense about her, no drama, no pounding rhythm except that of her heart.

She is the most unlikely person to have ever written the things she has. Agnis Hamm uninating on her half brother/molesters ashes, where in this lanky woman did such a thing come from? One of the questions I did not hear but read about later in the Charlotte Observer article was how she could get in the head of a gay 19 year old, she replied "we all have our secrets". Reminded me of Rose dawson explaining to her granddaughter in "Titanic" that a woman heart is a deep place.  So it is. Thankful I am of it.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on September 17, 2006, 11:13:33 am
It amuses me when people say that a straight woman should not have written such a thing about gay men...what does she know?

but if we only wrote about what we experience and we know then think how many wonderful things we would not have...

Jules Verne never went in a submarine, never went to the moon...Shakespeare was never a woman yet his Juliete is considered a icon....people have written about other sexes and things they never did themselves for as long as people have been telling stories. The things that connect us are much stronger than the things that seperate us. We have more in common than differences.

once in a great while a writer is touched by a special story....when that golden moment happens, the writers circumstances are immaterial...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on September 17, 2006, 01:00:31 pm
What a beautiful description of your meeting with Annie at Davidson!  Thanks for writing it - it almost feels as if I were there with you, watching her.  It makes you believe that we all have unplumbed depths and should never ever give up on our aspirations and dreams, far-fetched or normal as they may be.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Arad-3 on September 17, 2006, 01:59:47 pm
Amazing Shakes. I felt like I was there, wonderful discription!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on September 17, 2006, 05:10:33 pm
I agree with you Jess. One of the worst myths foisted on writers is the adage to "Write what you know" IMO. Didn't that start around the time of Louisa May Alcott? We mostly underestimate the power of imagination except for a few stalwart spirits like Walt Disney, Jack, Annie Proulx, Ang Lee, George Lucas, Tolkien, etc. Some really powerful minds with an accompanying belief in oneself. It's humbling and astounding to read and view them.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 18, 2006, 10:00:12 am
It amuses me when people say that a straight woman should not have written such a thing about gay men...what does she know?
.....
once in a great while a writer is touched by a special story....when that golden moment happens, the writers circumstances are immaterial...

You are right, there are somethings that are universal, like loving another person, finding sexual gratification, experencing loss. She said she spent twice as long writing this story, and it shows, she is determined to get it right before she lets it go.

She told in her lecture she had sent BBM to the publisher and had to call and tell them to hold up, it needed one more line at the end. Apparently it had ended with the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets. She then felt she needed to add there was some space between what he knew and what he tried to believe.
Title: New England BBM Gathering
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 19, 2006, 03:11:22 pm
Boston approacheth. I am startin' to get excited. I am going to see my "old" friends Judy and Joe, II. I am going to get to meet some of you all I have conversed with, making my vague online personality association a full fledged, tactile experence. Such a gratifying experence. 

I was watching the movie Sunday night, it was unlike any other time I have seen it, and I am kind of at a loss to explain why. Something, a seed change must have occured in my psyche, which is alright. I look forward to being in a room full of people once again, watching it on a fairly big screen. Look forward to the fellowship, the excange of ideas, the broadening of horizons.

One of the paths I would like to pursue with this now is to identify the place Proulx wrote Brokeback Mountain. I think this needs to be honored as a historical place in the future. I have also given some thought to the identity of the man in the bar she say that started her on this path we are now all on. I have mixed feeling about this. On one hand he is very important and on the other, should his identity become known, even to friendly folk, it might turn his world upside down. I imagine the only person who might know who he is is Proulx herself, and there is no gurantee of that. She might have just seen him around and not known what his name was. Then we would have a mystery for the ages.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 20, 2006, 09:55:28 pm
I am on the board of my local library system and I was so pleased today to walk in and see the new titles added was the "Confession" of forer NJ Gov. Jim McGreevey. (?sp) and beside it what made me heart skipp a beat:

An outline for the case for the impeachment for the current President of the U.S. It is long over due.

Yeah, I'll get the title.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on September 21, 2006, 12:50:21 am
I am on the board of my local library system and I was so pleased today to walk in and see the new titles added was the "Confession" of forer NJ Gov. Jim McGreevey. (?sp) and beside it what made me heart skipp a beat:

An outline for the case for the impeachment for the current President of the U.S. It is long over due.

Yeah, I'll get the title.

I was thinking about Mr. McGreevey...he was on Fox tonight did anyone see it?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on September 21, 2006, 06:48:30 pm
It might not look like it, but the clift notes version of see Annie Proulx is over at Chez Tremblay. I may write a longer piece about it here this weekend. I am infused alright, I could have pawed the orange out of the crescent moon last night driving back.

Thank you for the information on the Mint Bar, we were a short distance front there, Wayne flew in and out of there, but we didn't know to go.
Yes, what a great pic!!  Too bad we didn't know to go!     :)   Oh well, next time!

And thanks so much Truman for the story of seeing Annie in NC ... I wish I could have gone too!   :-/
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on September 21, 2006, 07:16:17 pm
Shakes.....Dont know if you have gone yet....but before you go, just wanted to tell you, that after all this bloody time, I finally came into your blog.....dont know why i havent been here before....but now im here, you might be sorry....anyway......I have just decided, that while you are away, I am gonna read your blog from the first post to the last, and then after that, I might feel worthy of posting my two cents worth here.......

Have a great time in Boston, give judy, wulf, chris and lisa a big big aussie hug for me..........

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 26, 2006, 11:49:58 am
I did, I did, and received from Tamarac a wonderful harmonica and pin to wear until the pilgrimage to Alberta next year. It was so wonderful seeing Judy and Joe again, and meeting Wulf and Chris. (You Bet I am going to make sure they get to Alberta too!) They are the John Travoltas of the Contra Dancefloor.

Lynne, I am so sorry I didn't get to sign your book!

That is all from the Public Library in Rangeley Lakes, Maine, my 50th state! Lets go find some Chaudah!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on September 26, 2006, 11:56:35 am
That is all from the Public Library in Rangeley Lakes, Maine, my 50th state! Lets go find some Chaudah!
Truman, now you'll need to start aiming for the U.S. territories. I've heard that Puerto Rico and U.S. Virgin Islands are beautiful.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on September 26, 2006, 08:17:00 pm
I did, I did, and received from Tamarac a wonderful harmonica and pin to wear until the pilgrimage to Alberta next year. It was so wonderful seeing Judy and Joe again, and meeting Wulf and Chris. (You Bet I am going to make sure they get to Alberta too!) They are the John Travoltas of the Contra Dancefloor.

Lynne, I am so sorry I didn't get to sign your book!

That is all from the Public Library in Rangeley Lakes, Maine, my 50th state! Lets go find some Chaudah!

who are the john travoltas of the contra dancefloor? lol Truman i want to say it was a fking pleasure to meet you  ive talked to you off and on for a while and want to make sure we continue to talk you are one class act and very cute, kind, friendly, loving person and I for one am glad to have met you finally.  i put my harmonica on top of my computer still in the box to remind me of the time  in Boston 
Title: Re: New England BBM Gathering
Post by: Lynne on September 27, 2006, 01:34:34 am
Dear Truman,

I am so very happy that I got to meet you Saturday!  Do not give the book another thought!  I'll bring it to Alberta...I'll prob'ly be toting it around until someone tells me to stop it, already.  ::)

My big regret is that I did not realize that you and your partner were splitting off after Contra dancing and that I wouldn't see you guys again that weekend!!  Nevertheless, I loved meeting you, and I hope that your NE wilderness adventure is proceeding wonderfully.  Is the foliage nice yet?  There were some colors on the Blue Ridge Pkwy, which I took partway home, but it's still a bit early there.  Post some pics if you get a chance!

One of the paths I would like to pursue with this now is to identify the place Proulx wrote Brokeback Mountain. I think this needs to be honored as a historical place in the future. I have also given some thought to the identity of the man in the bar she say that started her on this path we are now all on. I have mixed feeling about this. On one hand he is very important and on the other, should his identity become known, even to friendly folk, it might turn his world upside down. I imagine the only person who might know who he is is Proulx herself, and there is no gurantee of that. She might have just seen him around and not known what his name was. Then we would have a mystery for the ages.

I read somewhere that Annie saw the cowboy in a bar, noticed a 'look' [of regret? nostalgia?] at some other cowboy that she somehow 'read' and that her imagination took it from there, implying [to me] that Annie did not actually know him, or at least know him well.  But I can't remember where I read that now.  It may be in Movie Resources somewhere.

At any rate, the historical preservation project portion of this project sounds extremely worthwhile to me.  I admit to having mixed feelings about identifying the man in the bar.  Perhaps he should remain anonymous, even if we could track him down.  He represents 'everyman' to a great extent.  Of course, if he personally feels differently, that would be a different matter entirely.

If you want some help, post something on one of the main boards, solicit some volunteers, and delegate some work.  I'd be willing to help in any way I can. 

Best regards,
Lynne
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: nakymaton on September 27, 2006, 12:24:49 pm
Oh, Truman, you're in the Rangely area! I grew up near there. There's really beautiful river gorge with the most amazing person-sized potholes in the stream bed, and gorgeous metamorphic rocks. I wish I could remember which river it's on -- it's a great spot, just below a picnic area, and sort of off the beaten path.

I haven't been back there in a long time. :(
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 27, 2006, 07:23:08 pm
Truman, now you'll need to start aiming for the U.S. territories. I've heard that Puerto Rico and U.S. Virgin Islands are beautiful.

I was thinking wbout that this morning, trying to rememory all of them. American Samoa is waaaay out yonder.

Will try an spend some time on the board this evening, after three nights of camping we got a room in an old inn in Bar Harbor. It is like the Reyes Point of the east here, the end of the world. I can't rememory being this exhausted and fired up.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 28, 2006, 07:09:01 pm
I will say this about the LaFayette campground at Franconia Notch State Park in New Hampshire: It is a very nice place to stay if you are deaf. A nice wooded setting just across the creek from I-93, we did manage to hear a bard owl above the sound of the semis.

It was Sunday night and I was tried and worked up and flustrated. Sitting by the fire I let my eye travel into a  chamber of pure flame, glowing red, I imagined what it would be like to travel into such a place.

I reached into me pocket and found the tissue I used at the Cooledge Theater when I saw Brokeback the day before. I cast it into the fire and watched it blaze out of existance, its smoke carrying with it a prayer of thanks to heaven, thanks for my friends, for the opportunity to spend time with them, and like LaShaun emerging from the powder room, rudely cut out.

The idea of seperate and unequal lives resonated thru me. It was like the time I had just spent in Boston was the special time, it was where I belonged. How long now, until Alberta, until a chance to reconnect again.

"You don't have to watch that fire" comes the voice from the tent.

"I know" I said, and under that I thought anyway: "I'd just as soon sleep in the car."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on September 28, 2006, 08:18:25 pm
very poetic truman
im very honored to call you a friend
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on September 29, 2006, 10:55:37 am
Shakes......is Alberta going to be in June or July?.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on September 29, 2006, 07:00:35 pm
I believe it will be in July, or maybe there are two different trips. Lets send a message to Tamarack, she was up on it when I talked to her.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 01, 2006, 04:47:13 pm
Upon sneeking in the office this morning to see how backed up the work was, I found a package on me desk from the LBJ Library in Texas, the photo of Lyndon Johnson kissing his Daddy on the mouth has arrived and it is a hoot. I have already bought an inexpensive frame for it and look forward to the show and tell segment of the Tuesday office meeting.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 01, 2006, 05:37:33 pm
lol truman
Title: A Picture, and a Thousand Words.
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 04, 2006, 10:02:49 am
They look like a strange animal out of Greek mythology, if you stare at them long enough.

27 April 1937: Lyndon Baines Johnson leaves Austin, Texas for Washington, D.C. after his election to the United States Congress. He bids farewell from the back of a train car to his father, Sam Ealy Johnson, Jr.. The son is positioned above the father, they apparently clasp right hands, each uses their left hand to steady theirselves on the rail car, creating a whirlee-gig, with the bending of the elbows just so, reminescent of the flying feet of the Isle of Man. Each left hand bearing a wedding band. Father wears his brim low and tilts up his head as son leans down at a 45 degree angle, his hat in his steadying left hand to allow the camera man from the Austin Statesman to bullseye on their locked lips. The rest of the photo spins around this, so that if one were to put this image on a turn table, the result would be the endless ying yang progression of the noses of the future President of the United States, and his Daddy.

In the background a woman who can only be described as proud looks on with the slightest of smiles pursed upon her lips.

I first saw this image in college when I was studying for my bachelors degree in Photography, the art, as opposed to the trade. It was in some text somewhere, along with some article I scanned for an explaination. The article spoke to how social custom had changed from what the photograph as document spoke to that change. Perhaps it was not even a photographic text I was reading. So long ago now. I never forgot that image. I looked at it for a long time.

Never saw it again either until it recently dawned on me that I should contact the Johnson Presidential Library. Ever effiecient in their responce, a search was made, and a copy provided to me for a small fee. 8x10 Black and White Glossy, it arrived in the mail and was waiting for me on my desk upon my return from vacation.

Looking at it again for the first time in so many years, yes, it was the image I remembered, like an old friend come back to me, with explainations. What I look at now was not the cropped image in a text, but the full frame photograph, snapped no doubt, with a speed graphic press camera utilizing a flash bulb that erupted with a crackle and was then immediatly jettisoned to smash on the ground and be avoided by pedestrians for awhile as a dangerously hot piece of glass. Etched upon a 4x6 inch negative of panchromatic film with an ASA rating of 125. Rich in detail and gradation of shade.

I think the placement of the pressed lips of the two men was the photographers sole focus, a white point amidst shades of grey and black. The sceen may have been about a father bidding a son farewell, but the image itself is not. It was about two grown men kissing each other, on the mouth, in public, in Austin, Texas, in 1937. It got the phototgraphers attention, it got my attention a half a century later.

It serves too, to document that at that place and time it was an accepted custom, at least between fathers and sons, and their female relatives, to show effection by kissing. This in itself is an amazing and wonderful thing. It is evidence that what came later was not what had always been. The distance between men, reluctence to show emotion, or affection, so note worthy in the post World War II era, was not because that was the way it had always been. Hell no, its right here in black and white. There are religious sects in this country who have long practiced the Apostles kiss, similar to the one Judas is said to have given Jesus at his betrayal. I have long suspected a host of same sex practices like this have been condoned by involking the name of the carpenter.

And what of the act itself, the kiss, the symbolic breath of life, passed from old to young(er) and the closed eyes of at least the elder man, as if this is some dream come true. His boy has become a man, and is going off to congress. LBJ does not so much have his hat off to show off for the camera, he does not want to knock off the hat of his elderly father, and he himself, is already on the train, headed inside where any southern man of his generation would have immediatly removed his hat.

It is sweet to me in that they do resemble some kind of twisted, winged animal, in their pairing. Like together they will take off flying for Washington is some great wirlwind. The Texas farmer, and the man who will one day become one of the most powerful humans in the world. A kiss binds them together. 

Image copywrite The Lyndon Baines Johnson Presidential Library:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on October 04, 2006, 11:12:47 am
Beautifully written, Truman, and a fascinating image. This kind of physical demonstration was alien to this particular Texas boy, who was city-raised by two people bred in the state's small towns. We have definitely, I think, become more neurotic as a culture in regard to the issue of touch, and have impoverished ourselves, in this supposedly sophisticated society, of this basic human resource.
Title: Re: A Picture, and a Thousand Words.
Post by: Wayne on October 04, 2006, 03:07:58 pm
They look like a strange animal out of Greek mythology, if you stare at them long enough.

two grown men kissing each other, on the mouth, in public, in Austin, Texas, in 1937.
:)      :-* :-*

They so sweeeeeeeet!!!   

Thanks for sharing this with us Truman!   Austin always was a progressive kinda town!    ;D   :-* :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on October 04, 2006, 03:33:14 pm
...its smoke carrying with it a prayer of thanks to heaven, thanks for my friends, for the opportunity to spend time with them...

The idea of seperate and unequal lives resonated thru me. It was like the time I had just spent in Boston was the special time, it was where I belonged. How long now, until Alberta, until a chance to reconnect again.

Friend, you truly have a way with words.  I am so proud to know you.

It is roughly 42 weeks until Alberta, which I know because I started my serious training today, complete with an Excel worksheet to track my weekly progress.  Clearly, that is too long to wait.  Maybe we could think about a short weekend winter camp, somewhere in the Smoky Mountains or other middleway spot for the southeasterners?  Something very simple and economical.

-Lynne

P.S.  I love the picture of LBJ and his father; thank you for that.  It makes a poweful statement about society then and acceptable ways of demonstrating affection compared with now.  Simply wonderful.  I know I've never kissed any family member on the lips in my lifetime.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Amber on October 04, 2006, 03:55:16 pm
Wow!  That was really amazing writing : )  I really enjoyed!  Thanks for sharing the picture and the story.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 04, 2006, 04:27:30 pm
I love that picture......


I always feel when i see or have it done to me, a kiss on the lips, no matter who it is between, is so real.....it shows a lovely, true affection, as different from the "obligatory" air kisses that we see so often now.

When I see two people, kiss on the lips, it shows a strong bond, an unashamed, un embarrassing affection.....it is so strong, and looks really beautiful.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 06, 2006, 04:33:25 pm
Last night I saw our boy Heath in the movie "Lords of Dogtown". My goodness what a versitile actor he is, I almost didn't recognize him at first. Make me look forward to all the years of movies he can make.

I am in Bristol, Virginia this weekend for my alumni event. My friend who made all the arrangements called this morning and told me she would not be making it because her husband was sick. So, she is not here for me to complain about this overpriced SUITE she put me in with a balcony view of a very busy I-81. I'd rather make the most of this than someplaces I have been. These weekends are always interesting, to see who showes up and catch up on the gossip. Hope the sun comes out.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Andrew on October 06, 2006, 07:43:58 pm
The distance between men, reluctance to show emotion, or affection, so noteworthy in the post World War II era, was not because that was the way it had always been.

My father was born in rural Kentucky in the early twentieth century.  He had a lot of the notions of that time and environment, one of which was that bringing up children was women's work.  So I didn't talk with him very often as I grew up, though I listened at the dinner table.  To his own father's way of thinking, boys were of no interest or use till they could do a full day's work in the fields.  My father qualified that attitude to an extent--he was proud of being the first person in his family who went to college, and higher education was his chief ambition for my sister, my brother and me.  However, he didn't think there would be much point in talking to me till I got it.  So our relationship mostly began when I was an adult.  A memory of him taking me for a ride on his shoulders once, lasted for my entire childhood.

As my father got older, his feelings for his children developed.  He and my mother retired in the town my older sister had settled in, and he kept expressing the wish that my brother and I would both settle nearby, or at least in the same state.  Neither of us did.  I visited a few times a year.  My father had begun intervening for the good in the lives of some of his neighbors.  There was a boy he befriended and sponsored from the time he seemed to be in danger of drifting into crime until he grew up to became a school principal.  There was a neighbor, a skilled mechanic who was gentlemanly until he drank, for whom my father gave character references in court.  Both were grateful, constantly visiting him and doing kind things in return.  The mechanic, T., often expressed regret that he saw me so seldom on visits to my father .

On my last visit before my father's death at an advanced age, we were sitting together on the back patio.  He reached out and took my hand, and we sat together holding hands for several minutes.  T. came up to us from across the lawn and his face immediately lit up when he saw us together.  The three of us talked for some minutes while my father and I continued to hold hands.  At last the moment passed.

A few months later my sister called to say that my father had died peacefully in his sleep.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on October 06, 2006, 08:23:29 pm
Goodness Andrew!  Have to let that one sink in for a while... thanks for the story.

Hey there ol' Shakes!   Hope you're having a good start to the weekend!   Do you get Monday off?  I'm gonna write my dissertation this weekend!    :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 06, 2006, 08:45:18 pm
Andrew.....omg...Andrew....finding words after reading what you wrote, is difficult....

My heart feels twice as big as  it did before I read it....my eyes dont know whether to cry....

Your father......wow, what can I say.....just a nice man, doesnt sound good enough....very insightful, very compassionate, a good father.....gee, I dont know if thats enough.

How precious that you have that moment of you holding hands, to remember, I guess that that gesture said it all, said " I did my best"....said "i love you, son"....no doubt you will never forget that......while ever that is in your memory, your father will never be gone.

Thank you for sharing it with us, thank you for leaving me, personally, with the impression of that scene in my mind.......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 07, 2006, 04:30:31 pm
Thank you for sharing your wonderful story Andrew. It is amazing how we never stop growing and learning, and changing.

My father was an alcoholic, and growing up he was largely unapproachable. He had a ninth grade education and worked hard all his life. When I turned 20, the summer of 1983, he was sober, the whole summer. It was so nice to be able to relax and not have to worry about what he might say or do, not have to make excuses for him. I though "so this is how it could be."

It didn't last, he died in 1985 after his liver and kidneys gave out. A hundred people shook my hand that evening at the funeral home and told me what a wonderful man he was, how he had done so much good for people. It hurt because I knew it was true, and thanked them, it was pointless to protest.

After he died I found he had saved a wooden postcard I sent him a few years earlier, the kind you could hang on the wall that said something like "This block of wood is worthless, kind of like me without you" I had wanted to send him some smart aleck one, but my mother made me send the one I did. He dysfuntional way of keeping the peace. He had written on it my name and the date. It was one of those times after the funeral when you can give in to emotion and I did.

I guess the moral to the story is you should make the effort, it may pay off in ways you will never know.   
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 07, 2006, 05:03:28 pm
Shakes.....your story brought to mind a similar thing when we went to my Dad's place after he died.....

I found letters I had written him as a child, fathers day cards and photos that I had forgotten had ever been taken.......

I know this is probably common, that people keep these things, I am known as a hoarder of all things "memorabilia"....some things I have in a box, that I just move from house to house, things I have that my kids gave me when they were at school, their baby cards, even my engagement cards and wedding cards.....dont know why I have kept them, but cant seem to bring myself to throw them out.

Hopefully, when I am gone, and the kids find all these "treasures" it will give them a little laugh that their mum was such a "softie", but also remind them, how much all those little things were taken and kept as tokens of love.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 08, 2006, 10:22:48 am
OMG,

In college,we drank. When we get back together, we drink. If I had one more drop last night I would be a mess today, insted I woke with a bit of fuzzyness, a vague recollection of hollering about Lightning Flat with a straight couple who loved BBM and a real need to tell the rest of my life, the worrisome details to go f'off. Reunion, is a wonderful thing.

Now, where is my chef's hat.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on October 08, 2006, 02:30:56 pm
 ;D :)

(http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:mFI0hfZfuwjigM:http://chef2chef.net/features/chef-humor/smiley/smiley03.gif)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on October 08, 2006, 02:50:28 pm
OMG,

In college,we drank. When we get back together, we drink. If I had one more drop last night I would be a mess today, insted I woke with a bit of fuzzyness, a vague recollection of hollering about Lightning Flat with a straight couple who loved BBM and a real need to tell the rest of my life, the worrisome details to go f'off. Reunion, is a wonderful thing.

Now, where is my chef's hat.....

*gasp*

you drank in college??!!  ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 08, 2006, 06:37:39 pm
<gasp> you drank lastnight !?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on October 08, 2006, 07:41:04 pm
*Jess with her hat in her hand...digging at the dirt with the toe of her boot*

Mr. Truman sir....me and Rick...we's real sorry we come in here and done stank up your nice thread...wont happen no more...will it, Rick??

Rick??




RICK??





*Jess looks around sees Rick done ran off to let her deal with Truman by herself*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 08, 2006, 09:08:37 pm
iz here  mrs jess !
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 09, 2006, 10:47:48 am
"You are welcome" to come on my thread, stinking or not, anytime. You are my friends.

Two things fill my mind today, what is left of it. The first being the gossip and update on people unseen by me for two decades. I went to a very small Baptist affiliated school and we all knew one another. The folks I seen this weekend received a lot of confirmation from me that yes, they did know more about me than I'd ever admitted. It was wonderful, they had questions, they wanted to know about my life, etc. It was very gratifying.

The other is the Amish. I heard on a news report, and discussed with my old friends, that the families of the murdered school girls went to the family of thier killer and told them they forgave him, and went to his funeral. What a selfless act of compassion! They are free to greive their losses without the added burden of dealing with anger toward the killer. They can do that, I can certainly do the same on a smaller scale everyday.

Yes, I drank in college. I started drinking there at the age of 19 and told meself I was playing catch-up for years. Now I feel I just drink socially, but oh my how easy it would be to fall in that hole again.

My favorite memory of the weekend was telling two young sisters (in their early 20's) I once went to class where they were lecturing about nuclear war after dropping acid. I never laughed so inappropriatly in my life.  The sisters were dumbfounded.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 10, 2006, 12:44:50 am
"Two things fill my mind today, what is left of it. The first being the gossip and update on people unseen by me for two decades. I went to a very small Baptist affiliated school and we all knew one another. The folks I seen this weekend received a lot of confirmation from me that yes, they did know more about me than I'd ever admitted. It was wonderful, they had questions, they wanted to know about my life, etc. It was very gratifying."


thats great truman honestly
when/if my reuniuon comes up ill go proudly   and tell them if they ask,  or if im with someone  ill take him with me, that all the rumors bout me were true if they dont like me after that then they can kiss my  white arse cause  i didnt get along really with my class anyway i was a outcast prtty much

"The other is the Amish. I heard on a news report, and discussed with my old friends, that the families of the murdered school girls went to the family of thier killer and told them they forgave him, and went to his funeral. What a selfless act of compassion! They are free to greive their losses without the added burden of dealing with anger toward the killer. They can do that, I can certainly do the same on a smaller scale everyday."



i dont th ink im big nuff to do something like this
makes me respect t hem though


"Yes, I drank in college. I started drinking there at the age of 19 and told meself I was playing catch-up for years. Now I feel I just drink socially, but oh my how easy it would be to fall in that hole again."


i started drinking around 20 and turned quickly into a alcoholic  drunk everytnight had atleast 2 bottles  of liquor in my freezer this went on for several years  was the only way i could deal with life at the time  one of my very few roomates  once told me that when he came home and i was still alive he was surprised just a sad little chapter out of my life not to depress the   thread lol
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 10, 2006, 11:51:53 am
You know it is strange, it is the third day now and I feel as damn depressed as hell. I need to get me some andorphins going quick. I think it is residual alcohol, plus the curve after euphoria, nothing good ever goes unanswered.

Alcoholism is a real problem for us. My drinking subsided proportionally to my on self acceptance and comming out. I think really it was an act of self medication to help me cope with lonliness, fear, etc. Not that I am so strong now, just in a better place. Except right at the moment. Can these idoits not see I am busy.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 10, 2006, 06:05:38 pm
which idiots? =P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on October 10, 2006, 06:32:28 pm
You know it is strange, it is the third day now and I feel as damn depressed as hell. I need to get me some andorphins going quick. I think it is residual alcohol, plus the curve after euphoria, nothing good ever goes unanswered.

Alcoholism is a real problem for us. My drinking subsided proportionally to my on self acceptance and comming out. I think really it was an act of self medication to help me cope with lonliness, fear, etc. Not that I am so strong now, just in a better place. Except right at the moment. Can these idoits not see I am busy.

{{{{{Truman}}}}}}}
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 10, 2006, 07:04:38 pm
truman  you can always call me if you stil have my number  we can chat for  a few  sometimes it just takes a friendly voice to help
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 10, 2006, 10:17:23 pm
Thank you, both, Wulf you are in my phone, as is Judy.

Speaking of which, please note that the United States Mail will deliver to al other places before delivering to Fieldale, Virginia. Everbody else got their calendar before me! I ended up feeling alot better after lunch. Now to get ready for the next road trip this weekend to South Carolina.

Takes a deep breath, dramatically.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 11, 2006, 12:05:47 am
lol  i wish icould travel as much as you =P need a travel buddy? =P :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 11, 2006, 09:34:22 pm
C'mon, and lets go! Dont need no map.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 11, 2006, 11:10:15 pm
just keep driving? hot damn !  im ready !
Title: Comfort food
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 12, 2006, 12:27:30 pm
I called my friend Dawn yesterday to remind her today the Kiwanis would be having pancake day, all day long. She said she would bring the peanut butter, I said I would bring real forks.

Dawn is orginally from Arkansas, where peanut butter on pancakes is apparently the norm. I had never heard of it, but I am glad I did. For 5 bucks we got three buttermilk pancakes smothered in melted butter, two pieces of greasy sausage and a drink. We parked her 2 month old daughter in her purambulator and smeared on the peanut butter while they were still hot and poured on the syrup and yum!

I wore the tightst pants I could today so I wouldn't go back for seconds. I am so ready for a nap now. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 13, 2006, 01:15:04 am
ya those seconds woulda kiled you im sure  ::)

pb on pancakes  sounds rather.......................... odd
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 13, 2006, 01:24:43 am
pb on pancakes  sounds rather.......................... odd

Sounds YUK !!......i like pancakes with lemon juice and sugar.......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Amber on October 13, 2006, 01:45:09 am
Peanut butter on pancakes makes for a really good change from the normal syrup.  Especially when they are reallllllly hot and the peanut butter melts!  YUM!  And I'm from Michigan so I don't know how I got the peanut butter on pancakes bug!  I've also been known to eat pancakes with strawberry jelly as well as chocolate syrup.  All great alternatives to pancake syrup.  I'd happily join in on a pancake and peanut butter gathering *lol*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 13, 2006, 01:50:56 am
still sounds rather odd but maybe ill try it

i went to high school with a girl that dipped pringles chips in frosting 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 16, 2006, 01:39:28 pm
Lemon juice and sugar, I'll have to ry that.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on October 16, 2006, 03:22:51 pm
Now to get ready for the next road trip this weekend to South Carolina.
:o       Will you be visiting exotic West Columbia?!?!?   Oh how I envy you Shakes!!     :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: RebelWithASmile on October 16, 2006, 05:36:01 pm
I called my friend Dawn yesterday to remind her today the Kiwanis would be having pancake day, all day long. She said she would bring the peanut butter, I said I would bring real forks.

Dawn is orginally from Arkansas, where peanut butter on pancakes is apparently the norm. I had never heard of it, but I am glad I did. For 5 bucks we got three buttermilk pancakes smothered in melted butter, two pieces of greasy sausage and a drink. We parked her 2 month old daughter in her purambulator and smeared on the peanut butter while they were still hot and poured on the syrup and yum!

I wore the tightst pants I could today so I wouldn't go back for seconds. I am so ready for a nap now. 

 :D  are they that bad? Pancake with peanut butter, i mean.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 16, 2006, 09:37:31 pm
i think he did that cause they were THAT GOOD lol  wtf is truman anyway !  youll have to let  me know when you get the  thing i sent ya !
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 16, 2006, 10:06:48 pm
Well Wulf, I ain't got it yet, but I am looking.

Now the pancakes with peanut butter, hell yeah, they are da bomb, Esp. when they are good and hot, remember it is peanut BUTTAH, and you can do lots of things with it.

 ;D

Now Katie really has my q-rosity up about how she eats them, perhaps she could expand on the process. (stomach growls)

But you know I was so bummed out last week and stressing and I was headed to Charleston on friday and it was like "Gloom and doom" all down the road to Walkertown, North Carolina and I stopped at this Wendy's that was bad in the weeds with the lunch crowd and I ordered a Chrispy Chicken Sammich and ended up with a Jr. Cheese Burger and I have been try to avoid red meat and I didn't even feel like going up and complaining about it so I ate it and DAMN! in ten minutes I felt like a million dollars. I had that MSG back  in me and I was like "Hell Yeah! Let's go the Charleston!" It was a Miricle.

And please promise me you will go see Quinceanera. I think thats how you spel it, it is a tear jerker.

And Katie, would you send me a jar of Vegimite? Does it come in jars? Please, pretty please?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 16, 2006, 10:07:54 pm
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809424704/info
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 16, 2006, 10:23:37 pm
charleston where?

i just mailed it today before work so i hope only a few days before you git it

"Quinceanera" what  is this ?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 16, 2006, 10:44:51 pm
Truman, firstly the pancakes......sprinkle the sugar all over the dry pancake, then squeeze the lemon juice over the sugar.....roll up, and eat..........

So where did you learn about vegemite?.......it is our favourite spread on toast or fresh bread here......

I did hear that they tried to introduce it over there, but it didnt work, because the yanks spread it on their bread or toast, like jam or jelly.......it is far too strong a taste for that......it is only spread very very lightly, just a touch of it, gives a lovely savoury flavour.....

Every house in australia would have a jar of vegemite.....and I would be happy to send you some.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 17, 2006, 07:37:27 am
I heard of it from a song back in 1982, who sang it now I wonder:

"I said do you speak-a my language,
and he jus' smiled and gave me a Vegimite sandwich
I come from a land down under...."

I will try the pancakes this week, it might take some practice. :-X
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 17, 2006, 07:50:43 am
"Quinceanera" is a movie that is out now that centeres around a Mexicano family in Echo Park in Los Angeles. The main character is about to turn 15 and in her culture had a ceremony called a Quinceanera, the last "n" actually is an "eneay" with the tilda over it, but I dunno how to do that.

Anyway, her cousin, played by Jessie Garcia (who is from Riverton, Wyoming of all places) is gay and forced out of the house to live with an old uncle. It is partly in Spanish with American subtutles (I am sorry but I don't live in England)  and it is a real tear jerker. I highly recommend it.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 17, 2006, 08:03:35 am
Truman, that song was by an Aussie group called Men at Work, and the song, "I Come from a Land Down Under".....

Actually it became very popular at the time when Australia first won the America's Cup yacht race from America....it was like an unofficial national anthem for the event.....

Vegemite is a black savoury tasting spread.....the poms have a similar one called Marmite.....(but vegemite is nicer)......dont know what its made of, i did hear once it was made from the waste from the yeast after beer has been made, but im not too sure if thats true......all i know is that every child in australia grows up on vegemite....at least half of all the school kids would be taking it on their sandwiches for lunchtime......its also nice with a little bit of it wiped on a cheese sandwich too....

Let me know how the pancakes work out.......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ffrn on October 17, 2006, 09:44:43 am
You're right Sue. Vegemite is made from yeast and it is an excellent source of one of the B group vitamins (I forget which one.).  I don't like Marmite either, it's too sweet.  Black gooey spreads should be tangy, not sweet!!

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 17, 2006, 12:14:05 pm
ill have to catch thta movie sounds good


black gooey spreads? sounds nnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssstttttttttttttyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 17, 2006, 01:45:33 pm
I rememory that yacht race, the media went nutz, you would have thought someone had broke into George Washington's grave and solt his teeth. They made the biggest damn deal over getting that cup back, the Captain was held up as some savior, meanwhile the rest of use went to work and wondered how to pay for our Betamax.

Now what is a Pom?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 17, 2006, 03:58:19 pm
Aw Shakes.......The Aussies won something from the Yanks....its like i mentioned in a post sometime back......little brother and big brother......and the Yanks had held the cup forever, so when us Aussies won it from you, we thought we were fantastic......

I think the following year or the year after, New Zealand won it off us, it hardly made the news here.

"pom" is what we refer to people from England.......now theres another case of little brother and big brother......seeing as most of us Aussies descended from English convicts who were sent over here to settle the country in the 1700's and 1800's.......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 17, 2006, 04:05:31 pm
Have you ever see "On The Beach" with Gregory Peck and Ava Gardner? I love that movie, love "Waltzing Matilda" too.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ohiomyown on October 17, 2006, 07:32:25 pm
Now Truman,  you know Matilda is too young to go waltzing -  hey now.
Maybe I'll just take her daddy instead.  I could do that for you.  Quite a sacrifice,
but for my friends,  I would do that.  Hmmmmmmmmmmm.  [That Irish Ohio Woman ]
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 17, 2006, 07:56:49 pm
mmmmhmmmmmm
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 18, 2006, 07:57:47 am
Judy! Hey! Matilda has a Daddy?
Title: Jeb and Dash's friend
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 18, 2006, 05:20:09 pm
His friend had told him he should read Jeb and Dash.

"It's about Washington when you lived there" he said.

John had been a widow for 5 years, after his partner of 49 years had died suddenly. He was helping to care for his mother who still read at the age of 104. After a year he got a copy from the library, it did not have a dust jacket so he did not see their photo in the cover.

As he read, he remembered. When Dash when on a Mule Boat trip to North Africa, he remembered his friend Perks had done the same thing. Then other things started ringing a bell. Then he began seeing himself in the story. He flipped to the photo section in the middle of the book and there sat his long dead friend Carter. There behind him, the bookshelves he had help build and paint. He phoned up the friend who had suggested the book at midnight: "I'm Little Nicky!" he cried.

And so the person behind the only character that dies in the book, was the only one left to contact Ina Russell thru her publisher. This man who for three years had shared a house with Jeb and Dash was not only living, he was flourishing. Ina photocopied all three years of her uncles diaries at that house and sent it to him. Like an old friend come back from the dead, the little man told his story again. The parties, the times he felt left out if he were not invited along, the sister who came to stay with her baby and the tub full of freshly washed diapers. John, at his desk, quietly annotating with his own notes, twenty pages of them.

When I began to research Jeb and Dash I picked up on references to him. A letter Dash wrote in 1938 about their epic road trip to South Dakota even spelled out who he was. Then in 2005 I was headed to Philadelphia for a reading of a play that had been created from the story. On the train from Washington my friend Brian (Mr. Movie) told me "He is supposed to be there tonight!" My god, this was too good to be true. I was going to meet someone who not only had known them, but been part of the story. I knew the moment I saw him enter the room. Dressed in a blue jacket and tie, identical to the actor on the stage playing Little Nicky, how weird was that.

I went up to him and searching for a way to break the ice I asked had he been the one who had gone to Hermosa, South Dakota in 1938 with two friends. Indeed he was, he could hardly remember now, except for the time they went skinny dipping and locus got on their clothers and ate small holes in them. I told him I had a letter at home detailing the trip, I would send him a copy. He reached into his jacket pocket, and drew out an envelope. Pictures, old black and white pictures of long dead friends, on the beach, in suit and tie.

John left Washington in 1940 to go home to Charleston, South Carolina to write a novel. Staying in a beach house with is Aunt, the 28 year old received a letter from a female acquaintance who told him of someone he had to meet. So, John dutifully wrote a letter to Edwin, and invited him to dinner. Edwin arrived on a borrowed motorcycle wearing white shorts. John's Aunt recognized him immediately, they often spoke to one another on the ferry. For John it was love at first sight, and for Edwin it was too.

But this was 1940, and like Ennis and Jack, the man writing a novel did not have the words to express his feelings, that he suspected were mutual. All summer they got along "like a house on fire", but could not connect beyond that. John finally told him: "I love someone but they don't know it". Edwin replied "Well you should tell her". Both standing at the brink, hand in hand, afraid to jump.

John proposed they go on a hiking trip to the Smokies. The power of the mountains, where ever they lay, would have to save them. There on Clingmans Dome, in the moon light, in the fall of 1940, "suspended above normal affairs" John and Edwin came together. Their ride would last for nearly five decades. Ah, the power of the mountains.

They knew the war was comming, and neither of them felt they would ever be able to kill anyone. It was decided that the navy was the safest place to be in time of war, and they went west, to New Mexico to join, because they didn't want to be inducted in the east and end up sitting in a boring office someplace. There were separations of many months at a time, coded messages that passed the eyes of their superiors. "I owe Joe a dollar, will you see he gets it?" meant John had been to Iwo Jima. When John developed a kidney problem in the south pacific, they sent him home.

In San Francisco they had briefly shared an apartment, and made a pact if they ever arrived there separately they would go to their old land lady for news of the other. This poor woman had lost two sons in the war, and welcomed John with open arms. Edwin was indeed there, gone out to the grocery store. She let him in the apartment and he waited. "I had to carry the news paper in front of me for a week" he told me.

After the war they returned to Charleston and opened the city's only bookstore, next to the College of Charleston. They never made much money, but they didn't smoke, only drank at home, and drove their one car until it had over 200,000 miles on it. Living frugally they we able to travel the world, all over Europe, Turkey, Iran, New Zealand, North and South America. Their bookstore saw the likes of Carson McCullars, Wanda Landowska, Anna Anderson Manahan (the woman who claimed to be Czarina Anastasia).

This past weekend, armed with John's handicapped parking permit, I scrambled to keep up with the 94 year old as he showed me the brick walkways his partner had laid down in the 1950's, their apartment in the old stables, the pedestrian walkways that were once College Place and Green Street. Showed me the quad in front of the main building at the College where his family had taken refuge from the earthquake in 1886. Showed me the house where his rich cousins lived, the ones who had taken his mother to see Sarah Bernhardt. He took me to see Quincerana, which he had hoped to get to see. We sat right thru the pounding Latin rap at the closing credits, wiping out eyes for this family that had been brought back together, both on the screen and in the audience.

"I'll stay here as long as I can" he told me. "As long as I got someone to take me places, I'll stay right here" Climbing steps to his front door, climbing steps to his living room, climbing to the third floor where his office is, he sits there now in front of a manual typewriter, still writing that novel.

Title: The Snappy Lunch
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 20, 2006, 01:14:25 pm
I got an email from my friend Vickie LaVern that had "Imo" in the subject line, so I knew she had a plan.

"go to the Snappy Lunch this Thursday something I've been aiming to do for 100 years and Imo just do it taking the day off" she said. I quickly emailed her back: "I'll meet you there if you like."

The Snappy Lunch (http://www.thesnappylunch.com/) is located in Mt. Airy, North Carolina, about an hours drive for both of us coming from different directions. Mt. Airy is the home town of Andy Griffith, and is plumb eat up with all things Mayberry. It has an active tourist driven downtown, but the Snappy Lunch predates TV.

As I was nearing town Vickie LaVern called me and told me the people she had encountered told her if we waited till noon we'd have a long wait, so we agreed to go right then and have lunch at 10:45 AM, we're always ready to eat. Even at this earlier time we had to stand in line 20 minutes to get a table near the photographs of Oprah Winfree's visit. While we were inline we marveled at the guy cooking pork chops on the grill  in the front window. Nothing about the place was greasy spoon, they must clean it with degreaser every night.

We each had the fried pork chop sandwich with mustard, slaw and tomato, with a bag of chips and sweet tea, delicious! And the friendlies people you ever seen. I am glad we went early, a bus pulled up while we were there, full of pilgrims looking for the nearest approximation to their Brokeback.

The store windows were filled with photos of the cast of The Andy Griffith Show, there is Opie's candy store, Floyd's barber shop, and a vintage car fixed up like the Mayberry cruiser that you could tour the town with. We didn't do that.

Mt. Airy, North Carolina is also known for being the final resting place of the original Siamese Twins, Eng and Chang Bunker, and for their wide variety of oversized concrete lawn sculpture.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 20, 2006, 04:09:42 pm




We each had the fried pork chop sandwich with mustard, slaw and tomato, with a bag of chips and sweet tea,




OMG.......isnt that what killed Elvis.......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 21, 2006, 08:40:39 pm
Elvis probably downed his share, but I understand his all time favorite was deep friend peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Probably ddep freind in lard. Add to that an endless supply of barbituates. I wrote a really bad song about him once that had a line in it: "He fell off of the toilet seat and died for me and you."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 21, 2006, 09:09:50 pm
I wrote a really bad song about him once that had a line in it: "He fell off of the toilet seat and died for me and you."

You sure have a tender streak in ya, Truman...!!!!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on October 21, 2006, 09:57:05 pm
Here are the not very helpful fruits of my research:

From Wikipedia:
The town dates from about 1840, when the Estill family, which owned considerable property in the area, donated a right-of-way for railroad construction. Mineral springs in the area had been long been known to the Native Americans. The combination of mineral water, which was much in vogue as a health remedy at the time, and convenient rail access caused the settlement to develop as a small-scale spa town and eventually gave it its name.

From the Chamber of Commerce:
As we begin, let me give you a brief history of our town. Estill Springs is the fourth largest town in historic Franklin County.  Before 1840, the Estill family had acquired considerable property in and around the area that bears their name today. Frank Estill offered the railroad company a right-of-way for the construction of a railroad track through his land. After the railroad was completed about 1850, there was much attraction to the area.

The mineral springs were probably first discovered by the Cherokee Indians who inhabited the area and hunted along the Elk River. Originally, the springs contained Sulfur, Chalybeate, Limestone and freestone water. Those remaining springs are still the source of the town's water supply. Thus the name..... Estill Springs.

And from RootsWeb:
Frank Estill was a very prominent member of the Winchester bar for many years prior to his death.

So....not very interesting, I'm afraid...unless your friend was somehow a relative of this Frank Estill....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on October 21, 2006, 10:37:17 pm
Estill Springs is the fourth largest town in historic Franklin County.
:o    It must be a very fine town indeed !!  Lots of skyscrapers, a monorail, and international commerce!     :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on October 21, 2006, 10:42:42 pm
:o    It must be a very fine town indeed !!  Lots of skyscrapers, a monorail, and international commerce!     :)

LOL Wayne...try two proper stoplights and two flashing yellows :).  And Franklin County...don't even get me started...it has the honor of being the only county to secede from TN and join AL because TN wasn't joining the Confederacy fast enough.  And naturally, there is a very nice marker commemorating this noble heritage on the courthouse square.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on October 21, 2006, 10:52:29 pm
 :)    Sounds like a sweet little town !!     :)
Title: The Collectors Edition
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 26, 2006, 10:07:48 am
"If we're gonna be workin' together, we might as well start drinkin' together"

I remember those words come out of my TV months ago, as my eyes fixed on what my brain was catching up to. Two guys I didn't know from Adam, riding in a truck as one of them dubbed in: "If you can't fix it...."

You can go to the movie's websight now and watch the trailer, the faces of stern looking mechanics, persumably at a garage someplace. That has been the only place you'll see them, tantilizing clues we draw upon to try to make sense of what happend to our Jack. That is what they have become, our Jack and Ennis, who we have loved and cared about and cried over like they were our own children, our own lovers.

Now, the marketing people have promised us additional footage, "they" seeing a bottom line, "us" hearing a promise of answers. My expectation is that we will have access to a deleated sceen that will go into some detail about that last day and that flat tire. We will watch helplessly as he goes off with them, not knowing what danger he is in. In his world, we are the ghosts that can do nothing to stop the physical violence about to happen.

I am not looking forward to it. But it will be alright.

As I write in my own journal, I am always conscious that I am reporting to some unknown authority where I have been, what I have done, what I hope to do. I am conscious every time I close it that I am entering the dark, the land of the unknown, and whoever I am writing to will know nothing until I tell them. I know to one day I will not come back to tell anyone anything. I will go off into that dark and the reader will be left to piece together what happened. It is like when I lost my sister in the crash of a small plane some years ago now, I asked the authorities why there was no black box in her Cessna. It would double the price of the plane I was told. From my perspective, it didn't seem like that much of a burden, if I could have a few more clues. 

I do look forward to the Hippy Rescue. While I think the story as written and as originally depicted on film is as perfect as you can get, I want to see this sceen. In all their time together we see Jack and Ennis in the company of only 4 other people, all known to at least Ennis: Aguirre, Alma, Alma Jr. and Jenny. Each of these encounters are brief. How are our two boys going to interact with a bunch of hippies in a (supposed on my part) stuck microbus. Is that were they got that joint?

Title: Re: The Collectors Edition
Post by: Lynne on October 27, 2006, 03:18:39 am
Hey, Shakes...

I can never (or rather don't want to) get over the profound effect of the two itinerant sheepherders going up on Brokeback and coming down forever transformed...I see what you mean, though, anticipating that scenes we've only had glimpses of in trailers or promo shots, are likely to be included uncut in deleted footage, and I'm afraid they may somehow taint/tarnish our understanding of the original as intended by Ang Lee.  I firmly believe the original movie is the Director's Cut.  My greatest wish is for a director's commentary to essentially reassure us that so much of what we've analyzed to the n-th degree these past months was, at his level also intentional, much as Annie Proulx responded to Lee/Front-Ranger, that the parallels with classical Greek mythology were intentional, for those familiar with the allusions.

I think you're prob'ly right to anticipate more graphic/explanatory details of Jack's death...especially with clues of the three mechancs having individual credits.  It's going to be hard to prepare ourselves for that.  I've always been in the camp that Jack died at the hands of homophobics because he was careless after he lost hope of a future with Ennis.  But there's always been some ambiguity, and I think you're right to think that if there is additional footage of the events leading to Jack's death, it will serve to close - or at least narrow - that space between what we want to believe and what we know.  For me that space wasn't very wide , but I know that others viewed it differently.

If there is the 'rescue' of the hippies included, I look forward to it also.  The reporting about Schamus favoring the scene to show Ennis and Jack, interacting with and helping travelers, I think is probably accurate.  It's classic Greek mythology, again, that one of the greatest goods a man can perform is to be a good host to travelers - the sacred guest/host relationship.

Of course, this is sight unseen, and may never be seen, but I keep thinking that it's the late 60's early 70's...If Jack and Ennis were born somewhere else or raised just a little bit differently, they could have been freer to head west (presumeably like the hippies) and start a new life together in the counter-culture movement that was going on at the time. Obviously, that's not the story...but it's, in a way, evocative of the bus station scene where the cowboys in the black and white hats are buying tickets to somewhere, while Ennis eats his pie alone.  Ennis is able to see what could have been with Jack...again if some circumstances were different.

I did not realize that you lost your sister so tragically - Please accept my condolences.  It seems you have a great deal of experience in understanding the difference between what you want to believe, the story you are told, and some nebulous 'what you hope' happened, and for that I am truly sorry.

Love,
Lynne

--Edited for typos...Lynne
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on October 27, 2006, 08:38:32 pm
thanks for the card truman  was a nice surprise [email protected]
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 27, 2006, 11:16:22 pm
I loved that card, I think imogo back to the store and get one just to keep.
Title: Goin' to Glory on the Chitlin' Tent
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 30, 2006, 11:03:20 am
This past Saturday, we went to the Ferrum Folk Life Festival at Ferrum College, (http://www.blueridgeinstitute.org/folk_festival.htm) about 20 miles from us. The day before had been miserable and raining and I had said if it were like that on Saturday I would not go, but the sun was out, it promised to be a nice fall day, with gusty winds the reports said.

In some ways I believe the main purpose of the festival is a conspiracy to make people use port-a-johns, as all the buildings are locked up. We made our way thru the craft exhibit, got out cat head biscuits with damson jelly, heard some old time music and had a box lunch curtesy of the Gethsemane Pentecostal Holliness Church, which had a slice of pumpkin pie loaded with ginger and a touch of molasses. I went back and let them know it was the best pie I ever ate in my life.

There was a larger food area opened up down the hill from us, several churches selling BBQ and Chicken, and the Working Women of the Cole Creek Church, set up selling Chitlin's.

Now if you don't know what Chitlin's are, you will need to know the actual speling of the name is Chitterlings, so you can google it, because I don't really care to discuss them. Every year this group is set up and I don't know why, there is a 20 minute wait in all other lines and no one ever gets any chitlin's. The Working Women had one of the largest tents set up too, 10X40 feet at least, shiny aluminium colored tarp stretched over an aluminum frame, we had just read the sign when all hell broke loose.

A gust of wind roared thru, overturning chairs, trash cans, and anything not nailed down. The women all dashed for stryofoam plates and paper towels, when suddenly the tent roof began to seperate from the polls that supported it. The women hollered, and they were heard, soon thirty pairs of hands were holding onto the woodbe parasail. One of the Working Women was hollering for some one to get a hammer, and my tangential mind brung up an image of M.C.Hammer and his parachute pants, but not for long.

I heard it first, in the trees nearby, the wood groaned. I had time to get out: "Hang on!" and pow, it slipped up under the gable end of the tent, and and we were all hanging on for dear life. My mind then showed me a picture of all of us being carried off, a short distance to out demise, and taking a few by standers with us. My hat blew off, over the bank of a nearby creek. I looked after it and saw people running for cover. Saw others rushing to help hold us down, it won't gone jack-board us. Black and White, Indian in all of us, male and female, gay and straight, young and old, LDS Missionaries, rednecks with Confederate Flag bandanas on their heads, all of us, determined the tent would serve out its intended function, and nothing more.

The wind ended as quickly as it began. The hammer arrived and my hat was found. I still doubt very many chitlin's were consumed. I fulfilled my quest for Peach Butter across the road, at the tent for the Climax (Virginia) Volunteer Fire Department. It, too, had been rattled by the wind. One of their customers telling them: "That Black Church almost flew to glory".

We left right after that, taking Highway 420 to Bent Mountain, where our friends were visiting from Hawai'i, enjoying their first fall in 3 years. The road was so littered with leaves and sticks it looked abandoned. I studied on a sermon I had heard earlier in the week, a preecher had described the being generally regarded as God creating Adam and Eve and breathing life into their nosrils. He explained that faith was like the wind, you could not see it but you knew it was there. Perhaps, I though, God saw a need to bring a few of Adam and Eve's children together, perhaps the Working Women have a larger purpose in the world than supplying it with chitlin's. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on October 30, 2006, 12:27:28 pm
Truman, thanks for the hearty laugh!  Glad you got your hat back.  :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on October 30, 2006, 12:49:45 pm
What a lovely narrative, Truman.  You have a real gift as a storyteller.  Thank you for sharing it!

BTW, Did you know the term 'jack-board' before Brokeback Mountain?  I did not...

-Lynne
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 30, 2006, 01:52:03 pm
No, I sure didn't, and don't really know what it means.

Have a Heinous day!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on October 31, 2006, 05:51:08 am
Hey Truman, I took this pic yesterday......thought you would like it....

Its at a garage in my town.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on October 31, 2006, 08:47:52 am
Ned Kelly! That is wonderful! If I had thouhgt about it I could have been him for Halloween, well I guess I still could.

I wonder if decendants of the people Kelly killed ever run up on something like this and what do they think. As time passes you know there can be individual decended from both Kelly and his victims, kinda like a healing I'd say.

In the US, I would have to compare this to a statue of John Dillenger or Bonnie and Clyde, they were kinda of underdog criminals who had a following. 
Title: "I Love This Place"
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 02, 2006, 04:14:42 pm
That is the slogan our local Chamber of Commerce puts forth to tell how wonderful my hometown is. Yep, we also get a lot for our entertainment dollar, here is what I woke up to this morning:

http://www.cnn.com/2006/LAW/11/02/sheriff.indicted/index.html
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on November 02, 2006, 04:39:35 pm
Gee Shakes.....they are really bad cops.....the bastards that give all the good cops a bad name.....I'm glad they caught them......

I wonder if decendants of the people Kelly killed ever run up on something like this and what do they think. As time passes you know there can be individual decended from both Kelly and his victims, kinda like a healing I'd say.


And Yes, there are many descendents of Ned, his family, and also the police who were involved in his drama....I have seen and read many interviews from some of them over the years.

Heres a couple of pics i found here on the net..one showing ned, without armour, and the other of his hanging....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 02, 2006, 05:44:40 pm
Not bad, but he's no Heath Ledger.

It is a telling example of how the wold has changed in 120 years. He was a hero for the downtrodden, and I'm comparing him physically with someone who playe dhim in a movie.

We need Ned Kelly right now to fight the corruption of my local sherriff. Somethings never change.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on November 02, 2006, 06:07:28 pm
I just saw that movie and thought Heath was a fright in it! When he took off his helmet I wanted him to put it back on again! Especially that beard! There were a couple of good scenes though and some that reminded me of BBM, like when the mean father shot the horse even after Ned offered to break it for him.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Andrew on November 06, 2006, 10:29:47 pm
Shakes, I just got Jeb and Dash and I'm well into Jeb's years at Washington and Lee.  It really is fascinating.  He can make the most ordinary incident interesting by the classical, incisive way he writes.  You could say that he  gives a precise picture of a time and milieu that puts you right there in the picture, or you could say that he writes of such common experiences that the difference of time becomes irrelevant.  I'm glad you are advocating for thiis book. 

Your piece on Jeb's friend John and John's lifelong relationship with Edwin in this thread (Oct 18) is really poetic.  I hope you end up writing a book of biographical sketches of this type, you really have your own voice.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 07, 2006, 04:24:50 pm
There is deffinatly a book in my future, but it is a lot like Jebs and I try to work on it every day.

I finally tore myself out of the office to vote this afternoon. I am anxious to see what the break down will be on the state marriage amendment. It is miserable and raining here and I approached the poll to be greeted by one lonely cold man handing out sample ballots to vote in favor of it. I told him that was not the way I was voting, but I would take it baceuse he had stood out there. He seemed to appreciate it, and I was glad for the opportunity to be non polar.

Remember wat Judy Shepard said: "If you don't vote, you can't bitch."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on November 07, 2006, 05:59:24 pm

Remember wat Judy Shepard said: "If you don't vote, you can't bitch."

Good...now I can bitch then.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on November 07, 2006, 06:53:04 pm

Remember wat Judy Shepard said: "If you don't vote, you can't bitch."

I dont know about that....over here, voting is compulsory, but there is still a lot of "bitching" goin on.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 08, 2006, 09:25:50 am
Compulsory you say, what happens if you don't vote? ???
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Andrew on November 08, 2006, 09:47:23 am
Over on David's Heartland thread Sue said people were fined for not voting!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on November 08, 2006, 10:07:50 am
thats actually a good idea i think
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 08, 2006, 03:00:00 pm
I agree, in this country we have had such a history of keeping people from voting it is no wonder so many do not. Shoot yeah, I have voted in every election since 1981, I would like to see this happen in the U.S.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lumière on November 08, 2006, 07:10:52 pm
I think making voting compulsory is not a bad idea! 
But in a country as big as the US, enforcing that law wouldn't be a walk in the park, that's for sure.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on November 08, 2006, 07:19:49 pm
Truman!! You juvenile delinquent!! I have filed a report with Sheriff Roland!

 >:( >:( >:(

Don't make me talk to your Momma!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Andrew on November 08, 2006, 08:06:15 pm
The thing is, when voting is optional, people are encouraged to think of it as something they only need to do if they think they are going to benefit personally from one of the candidates' winning.  Not exactly civic responsibility.  In fact, it's why too many elected officials have always run - because they thought they were going to benefit personally from being in office!  Whereas if we really thought of it as civic responsibiliity for everyone, maybe in time more of the politicians would also start thinking in terms of their responsibilities to others.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on November 08, 2006, 09:11:02 pm
I guess with our small population, 20million, the politicians need all the votes they can get.....But on election night, the polls close at 6pm, and by 9pm, even though by then only half the votes have been counted, it is clear by then who has won.......

Our political system is different to yours over there too....ours is cut up into different electrates, and it is who wins most of the electorates who wins power, and that is not necessarily which party gets the most votes overall......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 09, 2006, 11:38:55 am
Sounds like our electorial college, which comes into play for Presidential elections, which is how Bush got elected.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 09, 2006, 12:41:11 pm
The fecundity of life continues.....

As often happens, the party opposite the one in the White House has control of both houses of Congress again, and life goes on. Aside from the price of gas I can see little if any direct effect on  my life. Now if I were to aspire to greater things, I would run into opposition. I still can't get married, but I never had any plans of doing that anyway. It bothers me that a majority of the voters in my commonwealth would want to ammend the consititution because they are so fearful I would want to be like them, but in an odd twist it seems like the joke is on them. I don't need their approval.

What amazes me is that only 57% of the voters voted in favor of the amendment. 43% voted against it. I have never been proud of a defeat, but I almost am this one. Tennessee and South Carolina had much wider margins, and just a few years ago I could not have imagined the total in my state exceeding 10%. At my own polling place, out of 300 and some votes, 91 people voted against the amendment. I wish I knew who they were, probably know some of them.

In the short run, little may change, but at least we have the perception now that the regime has a friendlier face on it. That those who yell and holler at us that we are immoral and damned, have a lower platform from which to criticize. The tide of war, hopefull recceding on all fronts.

I recall too, that once my country changed to constitution to prevent people from consuming alcohol. That didn't last very long. You can't stop a river. You can divert it, you can make it back up somewhat, but that force of nature has to go somewhere. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on November 09, 2006, 05:25:09 pm
Truman!! You juvenile delinquent!! I have filed a report with Sheriff Roland!

 >:( >:( >:(

Don't make me talk to your Momma!!


why are you reporting him to sheriff roland? he does vote

i on the other hand have never voted yet but there has yet to be anyone that i would actually give my vote to maybe in the next prez election
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on November 09, 2006, 05:59:34 pm
Sounds like our electorial college, which comes into play for Presidential elections, which is how Bush got elected.

Theres my ignorence.....thats who I thought you were voting for.....a new president.......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 10, 2006, 09:03:13 am
For Andrew, a million words for all time:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Andrew on November 12, 2006, 09:26:04 am
Now that's a diary!  Very impressive.  It looks as if the final published version is a tiny fraction of all that.

Thanks Shakes.  Been too busy to get much further on in it but I can't wait. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 13, 2006, 12:37:14 pm
It is the time of year that Jeb and Dash erupted in my life and became an obsession, in 2003. Seems like the planets are aligning again as I discovered another researcher over the weekend. I always wonder what, if anything, it means.

Over the weekend I also got to see Prairie Home Companion, which I highly recommend, but those not familar with the radio show on NPR will probably be scratching their heads. I think Garrison Keillor should be the patron saint of nerdy people everywhere, he' one of my heros. (And Woody Harrelson, they gave him the right name!)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on November 13, 2006, 07:51:54 pm
What amazes me is that only 57% of the voters voted in favor of the amendment. 43% voted against it.
Exactly!! I mean, 43% of Virginia voters DON'T want to ban gay marriage?!?!   

WOW!!!!!!!!!   Now that's a REAL cause for celebration.       :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Andrew on November 13, 2006, 08:55:59 pm
It is the time of year that Jeb and Dash erupted in my life and became an obsession, in 2003. Seems like the planets are aligning again as I discovered another researcher over the weekend. I always wonder what, if anything, it means.

You mean, someone else researching Jeb and Dash?  If so, did you hear from Jeb's niece?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 14, 2006, 12:33:06 am
He has been in contact with her in the past, and I did get an email from her today, about an obituary I had forwarded her. It is like some one somewhere has a synchronicity, or maybe a seredipity hammer, and is banging it on the xylophone of my life, or certain notes there of.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 16, 2006, 06:25:15 pm
I'll tell you what, the end of the year holiday season is upon us and already I am exhausted.

I saw something on the TV news the other night about Walmart breing in a price war with it conpetitors and saw all that red and white and green stuff and I groaned. The sheer consumption aspect of it all disgusts me. "The Toy", "The Electronic Device" of the year, the tempo of people's stress as the dead line approaches, The food, the SUGAR, everywhere sugar, the music, cookie cuttered from every previous season til now, yes, call the Grinch and book us two tickets to the islands. I am not wanting to do "Xmess" this year.

Last year my sister told me not to get she and her husband anything, as they had everything already. That is no stretch of the imagination I found out. While shopping Good Will for some recycled bargains I happened up a small terra cotta figurine that looked vaguely Mayan. The pedistal it sat on said "Male Figure With Skin Leisons" it was all of a dollar, so I got it. Surely to god they didn't have one of these.

When my sister opened it she turned white and immediatly hid it from her husband. "Where did you get this?" she whispered over to me and I told her at the Good Will. "Ohhhhh my ga...." I heard her mutter as she took off for the basement. ("WTH" I thought). She reurned in a few minutes with a small terra cotta object, covered in dust, a duplicate Male Figure With Skin Leisons. It was part of a set a pharmacutical company gave out to doctors in the early 1970's. My attempt to come up with an original gift had resulted in nothing more than a few minutes of terror for my sister who thought that some of her husbands stuff had been disposed of with out their knowledge. I should have kept the thing.

So this year, I am going to give my two balding nephews du-rags to cover their heads, my grand neice will get a jar full of nickles, and the rest I am working on. I will send out my cards next week, only because I found the most wonderful greeting to print out and inclose:

"Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, our best wishes for
an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress,
non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday,
practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion
of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the
religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice
not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. We also wish you a
fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated
recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2007, but
not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose
contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that
America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America
in the Western Hemisphere . And without regard to the race, creed, color,
age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wishee.
By accepting these greetings you are accepting these terms. This greeting is
subject to clarification or withdrawal. It is freely transferable with no
alteration to the original greeting. It implies no promise by the wisher to
actually implement any of the wishes for herself or himself or others, and
is void where prohibited by law and is revocable at the sole discretion of
the wisher. This wish is warranted to perform as expected within the usual
application of good tidings for a period of one year or until the issuance
of a subsequent holiday greeting, whichever comes first, and warranty is
limited to replacement of this wish or issuance of a new wish at the sole
discretion of the wisher."

Eggnog huh? Wha'cha got t' go init?


Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 21, 2006, 12:19:13 pm
I stood at my kitchen window this morning, it is a window of revelation sort of because many things have come to me while gazing out of it. My revelation this morning is that the one of the birds I have been feeding is extrememly angry with itself. It sits on the drivers side door frams and attacks its reflection in the mirror. In its excitment you know what else it does.

No good deed goes unrewarded.

I also have been watching a small chip munk that comes out to eat the spilled seed on the ground. A couple of years ago when I had cats that would not have been possible. I think I prefer these low maintenance pets, I can leave for a couple of days an not worry so much about their being fed, they know what to do.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on November 21, 2006, 12:33:04 pm
The bird thing?  All I can say is...have we himan beings psychologically damaged even nature itself?  We've ven given birds complexes.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 21, 2006, 10:46:08 pm
Well some of them maybe, the bigger birds like to attack their reflection, but the sweet little cute ones don't.  :-X
Title: Little Disasters
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 23, 2006, 10:26:12 pm
He had done mixed up the cake mix from the yellowed, stained index card covered with his recently deceased aents handwriting. His son had done cracked open the coconut with claw end of a hammer on the counter top.

Went I heard the funny noise I got on my cell phone and called them in the basement and told them: "The stove is making a funny noise"

At midnight they decided the breaker in the breakerbox was bad. He left out at first light hunting a new breaker on Thanksgiving day. They were no place to get one open. He called me up and asked could he come get one of mine. My first thoughts were: "Like a kidney transplant?"

He had the old one in his pocket and he said this would work. They looked nothing alike but he knew more about this stuff than I did. My drop in range sits in the kitchen like a lifeless relic and the breaker did not fit his box.

However, when they old one was reinstalled, it worked. Perhaps a bad connection, perhaps a symptom if something worse.

The Coconut cake sits on the green glass cake server, dripping a sugary glaze not seen since way the hell back in the last century. The survivors gather round it in awe, in rememory, in amazement this bit of her has come back.  The Aent had written her name on both sides of the folding table we sit at, so as there is no doubt whose it is. I start to see whats going on.

The written word is sacred, be it in the bound pages of a book, on a computor screen, or a soiled index card. One whose author may have neglected to put down you have to let them ingrediants ferment in the refrigerator overnight to make that cake with cake flour be the thing of beauty it is.

I think of the aent, and hear Michelle Williams' tormented Alma voice in my head: "There wa'nt nothin' wrong with them breakers."

   
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 28, 2006, 02:29:55 pm
Yesterday I went to the funeral of a 86 year old lady who had been the sister of my aunt and a friend of my mother's. I did not know her very well, had a few conversation with her. Was always amazed by her looks, caked on face and perfectly quaffed hair, she reminded me a bit of Dear Abby.

So I was not particularly emotional at this gathering, until we stood to sing "How Great Thou Art" (words and music by Carl Boberg and R.J. Hughes) and the second verse came out of no where like a dump truck:

"When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze."

It triggered my Brokeback pain, our boys comming down from the mountain, and I cried and cried, and felt bad about who I was crying for at this fine lady's funeral.

It was a good reality check, by the end of the service no one was not crying. I was glad to emerge back into a beautiful warm fall day. I told me cousin who is a wiccan,  if she comes to my funeral, not to hide her pentagram in her dress. We both laughed then, from our own seperate closets.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lumière on November 28, 2006, 02:34:56 pm
We all need a good reality check every now and then Shakes! 
Sending hugs to ya ..{} {} {} {} {} {}  :)

~M
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on November 28, 2006, 02:37:37 pm
Yesterday I went to the funeral of a 86 year old lady who had been the sister of my aunt and a friend of my mother's.
I'm assuming then she was the sister of your aunt by marriage?
I told me cousin who is a wiccan,  if she comes to my funeral, not to hide her pentagram in her dress. We both laughed then, from our own seperate closets.
I'm telling anyone showing up to my funeral that formal dress is optional. I have always hated wearing ties, and would never wish to subject anyone else to that sartorial burden on my account.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 29, 2006, 11:42:15 am
I am with you Scott, I gave up ties when I turned 41 and have not worn one since. "Casual Dress" should be the rule in my send off.

Yes, the deceased was the sister of the wife of my father's brother. What relation would that be???? Kissin' cousin I believe. ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on November 29, 2006, 11:54:50 am
Kissin' cousin I believe. ;D
Cousin, to be sure. All terrestrial life is genetically related, so that even the trees and blades of grass are our distant cousins (a science teacher in high school once explained that simply being able to digest an organism suggests genetic and chemical similarities to that organism).

I read once, in a 1978 book by Guy Murchie, that the furthest one human being could be related to any other human being on the planet was about fiftieth cousin, give or take a few degrees, and that most of us are a lot closer, regardless of appearance, culture, or creed.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 29, 2006, 12:04:11 pm
I have heard about the 50th cousin thing too, in my little town I am related distantly to just about everyone. As a realtor I also have to disclose any familial relationship involved in a contract. I have actually had to write contracts where I stated that everyone involved was related to one another.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on November 29, 2006, 12:37:07 pm
I have actually had to write contracts where I stated that everyone involved was related to one another.
I can be a royal pain in the posterior to my family sometimes, when I remind them, upon some casual remark along the lines that the Lites were only kin to the Youngs by marriage, that EVERYONE on earth is biological kin, making the Lites and Youngs cousins (specific degree of consanguinity presently uncertain).

We really are one human family, with our similarities much stronger than our differences. This thought could instill a feeling of shared purpose across the nations, which is one reason that I think Murchie was so keen to stress it (apart from the fact that is simply a matter of scientific record).
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 29, 2006, 04:18:35 pm
I was on this genealogy list once that was discussing the Thomas Jefferson-Sally Hemmings liason. It was mostly people yelling at each other pro or con what they believed about the genetic tests that basically proved one branch of her descendants shared dna with the Jefferson family.

I pointed out to them that no one was arguing about weather or not John Wayles, Jefferson's father in law, was also the father of Sally Hemmings. No one cared what he did, they were only worried about the third president of the US.

Indeed, everyone we see everyday, we share dna with, share ancestry with, even if it were just a breif encounter long ago. If people could just learn to think that way.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on November 29, 2006, 07:14:57 pm
Indeed, everyone we see everyday, we share dna with, share ancestry with, even if it were just a breif encounter long ago. If people could just learn to think that way.
Truman, I remember another argument that Murchie made involving how likely we all were to share some pretty major ancestors in our mutual family tree. He wrote that the further you go back in time, the more likely you are to be descended from someone of that time who procreated. Thus, not only is the overwhelming majority of humanity descended from Abraham (assuming his historicity), we are all also very probably the direct scions of Confucius, of Muhammad, and of Zarathushtra, to name just a few. We are the seed of scoundrels like Marc Antony and of saints like Augustine, the heirs of both princes and paupers. And again, it doesn't matter what you look like, what language you speak, what religion you profess or how you vote.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on November 29, 2006, 10:30:48 pm
i try not to get to far into my family   first couzins is bout as far as i go cause  its confusing
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 30, 2006, 11:55:25 am
Yeah Wulf and Scott, I try to treat everyone like I would want to be treated, but sometimes all I see is a person I would like to grab and shake and ask them why the hell they are doing such and such. Like Sandra Bernhardt.
Title: Sandra Bernhardt
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on November 30, 2006, 12:04:37 pm
Now to cousin Sandra.

I was watching The Graham Norton Effect on Logo last night and she was the guest. She was being her usual loud, obnoxious self and Graham had one of his gag contests set up, one of the participants was a young man from continental Europe, Stefan, whose first launguage was not English, but plowed ahead with his bit.

Sandra Bernhardt lit in to him. Graham Norton said something like "Now Sandra, we like Europeans here" and she kept on and told Stefan "Fuck You". I was a ghast. The auidence turned, and the show, not live, was edited and concluded rather quickly.

I don't know when this took place, I don't know why Logo chose to broadcast it. It was one of the worst examples of Ugly Americanism I have had the misfortune to witness. I know Bernhardt largely from her apearances on Roseanne years ago and the ocassional appearance she makes here and there, but my god, is she always like this? That was shameful and uncalled for and a poor example of how to treat people. I'd like to grab her and shake her and ask her what the hell is wrong with her.  ???

My apologies to people everywhere who have had to put up with the arrogance of my countrypeople.
Title: Thank you, Mel.
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 02, 2006, 02:32:20 pm
Mel, you are a jewel, your posting of your questions about continuing with this set my mind in motion, all afternoon.

Why do I come here? I have never really participated in an online community before. My posts on the net have always been academic in nature, genealogical, work related. I like having a place I can come to and express my thoughts and ideas with people I feel are open enough to read them. There is nothing in my life that remains untainted by this experence with Brokeback Mountain, so naturally this is where I come.

For those of us of a certain age we have, some of us, laid the fabric of that story against the contours of our own lives and find fits like a fitted sheet on a single bed. We take from it the lessons and apply them in our lives, and in that way the story becomes more. It becomes a parable. It teaches us. It is not just a story, not just a tragedy, it is a lesson.

I like telling people moving to my town that we are blessed with a lot of characters, we just don't have a plot. Indeed, I marvel in these characters, their stories, how they interact with mine and always looking for that hook, that thing that will make it a story and not just a bunch of random observations.

When I lay the fabric of Annie Proulx's creation against my own life, I see that pair of duces and their seperate but unqueal lives, in toto. Ennis, standing before his creation, the shirts and the postcard, acknowledging closure: "Jack, I swear". I knew it the first time I saw it, this is all he will ever have. It took me a long time to understand what that ment. That closure is the hook that gives meaning to our lives. It makes a bunch of scenes a story.

I saw in mine the story line of my failed affair long ago and how to reach closure with it. I wasn't made whole, but I was, as my friend Rick puts it, Bettered. I was freed to go on to other things, had a little less weight off my shoulders. Every person I come out to now, that is a little less weight. Less space betwixt what I know and believe. Those little story lines, you got to tie them up, or you remain a prisoner of them.

That Annie Proulx is either brilliant, or devine.

I am still looking for meaning, and I check this board everyday for it, and other interesting stuff. We are all our characters, and we are writing our stories. Thank you for sharing your with me. 

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 03, 2006, 03:41:07 pm
Things around my office always are crazy, the hollidays just bring a bit of flavor to it.

Last night we had the local Xmess parade. 140 floats, bands, fire trucks, tractors, horses, classic cars and the guys with the funny hats that have them teeny tiny cars zippin' around. We had been promised a ModelT to ride in, but that fell thru late in the week. The scramble was on to find a replacement and Friday afternoon I remembered an old friend of mine who has a 1970 Oldsmobile 442 convertible. I called her up and she said sure, it had been a long time since she had it in a parade. I was the hero for 10 minutes until we looked at the fine print on the paperwork from the parade committee: "There is only one Santa Claus in the parade, and he is at the end." The secretary had already left on an hour long drive to a costume store to get me a Santa Suit to wear.

Thankful for cell phones, we were able to contact her and confer. It was decided to get an elf and a grinch costume. It all managed to come together, the car arrived at 2, was decorated and in place at 5, and by 7 pm we were finally underway.

I have been in this parade many times before, driving the company moving van, last year shimmying out the back window of a pickup when the rain let up to wave at the miserable. This year was totally different. This year my identity was concealed and in its place was a beloved cartoon character. Those little kids were mesmerized. I would stroke my chin and roll my fingers at them and try to single out as many as I could. I loved being in character. Thru the eyes slits I also had the opportunity to look at the faces of the adults with them. It was totally different than if they were looking at me, these folks were smiling, remembering being a kid, and being happy for their kids. They had no idea inside was a guy thinking this is how it must feel to be a celeb.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on December 03, 2006, 04:47:13 pm
You look good in green, Truman!  Thanks for the story.  That sounds like a hoot.  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on December 03, 2006, 04:54:16 pm
I *LOVE* the photo, Truman!  Excellent story!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on December 03, 2006, 06:46:47 pm
awsome story truman !
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 04, 2006, 12:12:59 pm
What happened to the weather, it was almost 8o degrees F on Friday and on Monday it is barely above freezing! S'arite, I feel like my heart has grown three sizes.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on December 04, 2006, 09:02:41 pm
truman  your heart is so big to start with i dont think i t can get any bigger !
Title: The Bricks Are Here!
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 12, 2006, 04:30:05 pm
This afternoon a small group from th elocal Realtors Association got to take a tour of the new Virginia Museum of Natural History. This is the museum I purchased a couple of memorial "paver bricks", one of which is for Ennis and Jack.

The director showed us where they will be planted and told us they have arrived and will be installed any day now. I am tickled, can't wait to see them, and have my picture made with them. Can't wait to see and hear peoples reaction.  :o
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on December 12, 2006, 06:46:45 pm
yay  truman
Title: Re: The Bricks Are Here!
Post by: Lynne on December 13, 2006, 05:13:59 am
This afternoon a small group from th elocal Realtors Association got to take a tour of the new Virginia Museum of Natural History. This is the museum I purchased a couple of memorial "paver bricks", one of which is for Ennis and Jack.

The director showed us where they will be planted and told us they have arrived and will be installed any day now. I am tickled, can't wait to see them, and have my picture made with them. Can't wait to see and hear peoples reaction.  :o

OOOOhh!! Terrific!!!  Will the pics be digital? Or do you need to order extra prints??  I WANNA see!  I can drive thru your town next week - will they be in place then?...I KNOW where you live!  ;)  Well, not exactly, but you bet I can find a museum!

And WTF is up with the weather anyhow??!?!!??

We better pack hikin' clothes instead of ski gear!
Title: "I just love this place"
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 14, 2006, 12:20:59 pm
This morning I went on a frantic search for a key I had last night. I retraced my steps, called places I have been and found it finally, in the posket of the shirt I am wearing.

And they guy I who is supposed to pick it up has yet to show.....such is life.  8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 14, 2006, 03:09:32 pm
Last week after work I was helping decorate the office for Xmess. I was one of three people untangling some lights, the others being a man originally from Manchester, England and a woman originally from Mexico City, Mexico.
The Englishman made an observation and the Mexicana looked at me for a clarification and I had to tell her:

"I'm sorry, I don't speak English." ;D :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on December 14, 2006, 04:33:42 pm
I know how you feel Shakes......we have a Scottish friend....when we first met him he had only been out here for a couple of years......OMG did we have trouble understanding him.....many many times I said to him "Jimmy, I didnt understand a word you just said".......

I remember one incident, that we still laugh about....we were at a wedding and he went up to the bar and asked for a "cork" (he was saying "Coke")...the girl behind the bar asked him if he wanted one out of a wine bottle.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 15, 2006, 11:55:33 am
In my quest to see all of Heath Ledger's movies, last night I watched a charming film from 1999 entitled "Two Hands". It was made in Australia, in Australian, in association with Showtime Australia. I am going to read up on it more. I thought: Here is is at 19, wow.

Heath plays a thug wanna be named Jimmy, and it opens with Jimmy's dead brother digging his way up from hell. The brother says something in the intro that was so cool I went back and wrote it down:

"If you are going thru some sort of shit  in your life,  chances are someone else has been thru it before ya, and, they've written it down. Some poet of philsopher has been thru the same type of crap and they've written about it. And when you find that poem or that piece of writing  and you think 'Bloody Hell! This bastards just summed it all up.' It's kinda comforting. Know what I mean?"

Yes, I do. I recognize too how it is all related, and will continue to be.

In the movie Jimmy finds nothing written down, but he learns the truth about his brothers death. The only thing close to a revelation is when the brothers spirit touches him on the cheek on the train, waking him in time.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 18, 2006, 04:45:14 pm
 ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???

So late last week one of the agents in my office gets a call from the elementary school her grandaughter attends (she has part custody). Seems the little 4th grader's class was making gingerbreadMEN and she made one with breasts. The teacher sent her to the principal, who refered her to the local mental health agency, which entails a call to social services. This is insane.

We are all so livid we don't know where to begin. why can't there be GingerbreadWOMEN or GingerbreadWOMYN or gingerbreadsheep, etc? what are wrong with Breasts? A lot of people have them. This little girl will probably have them and is being told something is wrong with them. What in the hell is wrong with these people?

I told grandma to call Inside Edition.
Title: "Strange name for a woman"
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 20, 2006, 01:32:08 pm
I can't remember when I had such a good time, oh yeah I do, in Boston last September.

Lynne, Ellemeno and myself had been planning to meet for lunch for about three weeks, with Lynne making the heroic road trip from the central time zone o' Tennessee. I invited her to come by my place and she did! I hope she suffers no long term ill effects of my bony futon.

Meanwhile Ellemeno went on line and found us a nice smoke free environment to have lunch roughly half way betwixt my house and her mothers, in Lynchburg, Virginia, right across the street from Jerry Falwell's Liberty University. If you are one of the few people on earth that don't know about this place, check out the link:
http://www.equalityride.com/liberty

It was a nice day for a trip, partly cloudy and warmish. I wore my Jack Nasty cap and we took off up Rt 57 to Chatham, them up Rt 29 to Lynchburg, the four lane turning into Wards Ferry Road, we found our destination with plenty of time to spare. Plenty of time for mischeif.

There is surely more than one entrance to Falwell's encampment, a sprawling place with winding narrow roads crawling aside hills. The entrance we saw was accessed thru a Sonic Drive In parking lot, up a hill, across railroad tracks, and on this day, past the carcas of a smashed rabbit, before entering the gates. We both felt strange being there, paranoid even though my car has no stickers on it to id me as a sodomite. We located the student center and parked by a car that advertized it was protected by the second amendment.

It was the perfect cover, male and female, just like on the bumperstickers that tell us what marriage should be, I got a young man is shorts to take our picture, with the sign in the background, wished him happy hollidaze.

Lynne has the sweetest mischevious grinn, opening the doors and steping inside, the hours of operation stating when they would be closed for church. What could they do to us? We weren't doing anything. Most of the students had already left for Xmess, but a kind young lady at the counter, like, directed us, like, to where the vending machines were, as we were getting hungry.

That was when we say the cameras. Those mirror semi-ball things attached to the ceiling usually, these dangeled down to get a better view and we could soon see why. On the unfinshed sheetrock of the hallway of this prefab metal building , some one, perhaps more than one, had written, GRAFFITTI!

I mean it was nothing offensive, something like someone had a flea market booth set up there once. I looked at Lynne, I looked at the camera, we were going to have to be quick. I whipped out my pen (never leave home without one), what to write, "Jack Twist died for your sins?" nah, this is about love, this needs to be a message of love. I drew a heart, I put an arrow thru it, "Jack -n- Ennis". I should have wrote "loves" I was in too big a hurry.

We walked at an excellerated rate toward the front door, giddy with excitement. We had had been to the cave of the beast, and left our mark. Now come and get us.

Lynne suggested we go ahead an head to Crackerbarrell to get a table since it was getting near lunch time. I told her from memory about the time back in the early 90's when a Crackerbarrell down south had fired all its gay employees, and the local gay community had staged a quiet sit in. On sundays they would go in, sit and only order tea. Tea has free refills. They would sit there all afternoon, tipping with waitstaff handsomely so as not to cause them financial hardship, until the powers that be gave in. We ended up doing much the same thing.

I told the young hostess lady we needed a table for three. 

"Your last name?"

"Delmar"

Ellemeno strode into the establishment like she owned the place. Neither of us had ever seen her before, suddenly she was made real. Here was a person who was not a client, not a professional acquaintence, but someone I would be getting to know and hopefully become friends with. Improbable meeting of three people who a year ago were in different worlds, and now were in Lynchburg, Virginia, to speak our truths to one another, and anyone else listening.  Our table sat under an old MovieTone advertizement of Max Factor restoring dignity to some post war wife whose husband had shorn her hair to keep men from looking at her. Poor old Rosalie, what if she were an 85 year old woman come in to eat her green beans and cornbread and looked up to see her long ago dark humiliation?

We spent FOUR HOURS at that table. Burning the ears of our friends, acquaintences, people remembered, threads remembered, toasting Jake Gyllenhaal's 26th Natal Anniversary, proudly and boldly, as generations of diners about us sometimes hazard a glance when they head us say "gay' or "fuck" or "Brokeback". We remembered and entoned Geoffrey Chapman, Matthew Sheppard, Geraldine Peroni, shared and got to know one another like late night dorm mates. Decks of card sailing across shag carpet. Spoke to wulfar and Dee on the phone, where are those paper plates?

The sweetest moment I think was Ellemeno telling us how she had switched on the TV the night before and there was Brokeback Mountain, just coming on, the title just comming up. She watched it of course, and later on when her daughter came in on Cassie dragging Ennis to the dance floor, she point out what a careful dancer she was being. "She's looking both ways".

When we gather, and share our knowledge, it is amazing the extent this thing has been carried. The rhyming meter that was found in some of the dialogue for one. Jack's tugging of Ennis's ear and Ennis's tugging of Jenny's ear. The last hour or so, no one brought us any tea, which was fine, we were floating.

I hated to say good bye. We hugged and hugged mightily. It was time to go down from the mountain, back to our seperate and unqual lives. Bless you, Friend.

Driving back down Rt. 29 me and Lynne listened to Cambell Scott's recording of the story, she'd not heard it. Ennis tells Jack: "Earl and Rich, they were purdy tough old birds" and ahead of us, a wild turkey flew across the four lane.

"Why do we do this to ourselves?" Lynne asked me when the CD was done. I don't know why really, but as much sadness as it sometimes brings up in my, it also brings release, thru tears, and like any other addiction, I am unwilling to give it up.

The security guard, clip board in hand, makes a mental note from the survalience tapes, yes the man was Jack, it was on the hat he wore. The woman must have been Ennis. "Strange name for a woman, must be Irish."

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on December 20, 2006, 03:22:58 pm
what are wrong with Breasts? A lot of people have them.
Almost all human beings have breasts, though they remain undeveloped on many (such as males) or as yet undeveloped on others still (such as prepubescent females). There probably is some kind of medical anomaly by which some people are born without any breasts at all, which would account for the small fraction of humans who truly lack them.

This story is more evidence of the absolute hysteria our culture has devolved into regarding children and sexuality. We have really regressed in this area, a century after Freud, and are now in an historical moment where children's innocent and natural curiosity about the body and its processes cannot be seen except through the lens of anxiety and suspicion. Lives have been damaged and families broken over this endemic social immaturity.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: nakymaton on December 20, 2006, 04:19:10 pm
What a great story about meeting Clarissa! Thank you for sharing that. :)

And the gingerbread chyk with breasts? You know, it's a weird world we live in. Kids watch TV and movies from young ages, so much so that I've read complaints that there aren't any movies for kids between 6 and 10. (That would be because the kids have already watched the Spiderman movies when they were THREE.) And they're bombarded with sexualized images, on commercials during TV sports, in the PG-13 movies their parents show them when they are toddlers. And they're maturing earlier. And at the same time, there's this incredible fear of the human body, male and female. (A friend of a friend got called to talk to a teacher because her son knew the word "penis." Come on. Yes, he's got one. It is not a bad thing to know what it is called!) And breasts -- so there's this movement to convince mothers of newborns to breastfeed their babies for at least a few weeks, if not for a year or more. It's good for the babies, and good for the mothers, and it's especially helpful for people who can't afford expensive formula. But in a lot of places, women get in trouble if they try to breastfeed their babies in a public place. (A woman recently got kicked off an airplane for breastfeeding. The flight attendant was new, and hadn't yet learned that a screaming newborn is far more disruptive than a bared breast!)

Anyway... rant over. ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on December 20, 2006, 07:36:46 pm
Wow, Truman, what a gathering of good friends....thank you for the great story,made me feel like I was there with you....so good you left your mark there with the heart, now that is really special.....

I can't remember when I had such a good time, oh yeah I do, in Boston last September.


We spent FOUR HOURS at that table. Burning the ears of our friends, acquaintences, people remembered, threads remembered, toasting Jake Gyllenhaal's 26th Natal Anniversary, proudly and boldly, as generations of diners about us sometimes hazard a glance when they head us say "gay' or "fuck" or "Brokeback". We remembered and entoned Geoffrey Chapman, Matthew Sheppard, Geraldine Peroni, shared and got to know one another like late night dorm mates. Decks of card sailing across shag carpet. Spoke to wulfar and Dee on the phone, where are those paper plates?



A special thanks for the conversation and remembering of my dad (Geoffrey Chapman).....you got no idea, how my heart swelled to think that his name was mentioned and that he too was a part of a such a special gathering......to have his name mentioned in a conversations between three people all the way over there, well, its a little overwhelming, but truely wonderful....thank you, thank you so much for remembering him.......

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 20, 2006, 09:20:49 pm
There is a belief I have heard attributed to Native Ameircas that a person dies three deaths, the physical one, the one that occures when the last person who remembers them dies, and finally the last time their name is spoken. I suppose number three could occur prior to number two, but I like calling their names, keeping part of them with us.

And hell, after what he went thru in his time, his name should be called in ours.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on December 20, 2006, 09:58:52 pm
Shakes......those words are wonderful......and even though i sit here now, with tears streaming down my face, I have found some peace about my dad and his life and my part in it.......I hope you dont mind....I am going to attach one of my favourite photos of him....just so anyone who reads this, can see who we are talking about..........
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on December 20, 2006, 10:05:44 pm
quite a striking man
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on December 20, 2006, 10:21:13 pm
thank you wulf......that pic was taken probably around 1960 when he was 34 yrs old......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on December 20, 2006, 10:26:56 pm
iw ish  i looked like that  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Andrew on December 20, 2006, 10:39:41 pm
Sue, I hope you don't mind if I link to the beginning of your thread, for anyone new who might be reading this?  To where you told about your dad?

http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php?topic=4283.0 (http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php?topic=4283.0)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on December 20, 2006, 11:07:06 pm
Shakes, I hope you dont mind me using your blog as a bit of a phot gallery, but I thought to do this properly, I should also attach a couple of pics of dad's partner Allen......

As you know, after I saw Brokeback, I made the effort to contact Allen again after 25years of not even knowing where he was......We keep in regular contact now...he is now 64....

These pics were taken around 1959, when Dad and Allen were doing an around Australia trip....Allen was 17 yrs old.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on December 21, 2006, 10:31:05 am
There is a belief I have heard attributed to Native Ameircas that a person dies three deaths, the physical one, the one that occures when the last person who remembers them dies, and finally the last time their name is spoken. I suppose number three could occur prior to number two, but I like calling their names, keeping part of them with us.
There is some wondrous beauty in this thought. There is so much wisdom in the Native American traditions, precious vessels of the spirit that came so close to being completely wiped out due to the greed and incomprehension of merciless conquerors.

Gorgeous story about your meeting with Lynne and Clarissa. Truman. Gorgeous photos, Sue, of your beloved father. Thank you so much, both of you, for sharing.

Peace,
Scott
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on December 21, 2006, 01:43:39 pm
Quote
We walked at an excellerated rate toward the front door, giddy with excitement. We had had been to the cave of the beast, and left our mark. Now come and get us.

Chalk one up for the good guys!  :laugh:  :laugh:

Thanks for the great report, Truman.  High class entertainment, and no mistake.  8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on December 21, 2006, 02:51:49 pm
I came here to thank you for telling us about your and Bob's anniversary and to say that his memory lives on. And I got several treats, most notably the story of your meeting with Clarissa and Lynne and the great pics that Sue posted. Thank you and happy Solstice!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on December 21, 2006, 07:13:33 pm
(http://i37.photobucket.com/albums/e99/mrandmrsmonro/congratulations.gif)

Truman and Bob on your tenth anniversary!!

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 21, 2006, 11:21:28 pm
No problem Katie, my blog is open to anything and I feel a bit of honor that you would post their pix here.

When I scrolled down and come up on the photos of Allen, and his name, it was one of those transcendant moments, one of those oh my god, mystery solved. what a sweet young man. (And you Dad, girl he was HOT!)
I hold my cheep Mexican beer aloft and call their names, tost them, tost Allen in his life now. It is the winter solstice, the longst night of the year, for those of us north of the equator, and tomorrow there will be a bit more day light, but somehow knowing you'll be on the loosing end makes me sad.

Bless you, Mate. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 21, 2006, 11:22:35 pm
I came here to thank you for telling us about your and Bob's anniversary and to say that his memory lives on. And I got several treats, most notably the story of your meeting with Clarissa and Lynne and the great pics that Sue posted. Thank you and happy Solstice!!


A hap, hap, happy solstice to you too, Lee, and no fears, Bob is the one who is still here, putting up with me.  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on December 22, 2006, 01:46:50 am
(http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d140/Jeaniece11/Winter_Solstice-760594.jpg)

Happy Anniversary!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on December 22, 2006, 02:31:22 am
happy  anniversary  truman and bob   may you have many  many more happy ones !
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on December 22, 2006, 12:00:36 pm
Let's get this party started with......Chex Mix!  ;)

(http://www.rachelleb.com/images/thanksgiving_2003_rb_chex.jpg)


Bob, a belated thank you for the delicious Chex Mix of yours that Truman gave us in Lynchburg.  You are a lucky guy - Truman is a lovely, tender, hilarious, multi-faceted delight.  Here's to the next ten.  Yay Truman and Bob!  :)

P.S. to Everyone.  As Truman can tell you, this is not a picture of me.  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 22, 2006, 01:48:45 pm
I am going to hazard a guess this person comes the same end of the gene pool as you.  :laugh: I seem to know those big brown eyes, the Delmar family trait. 8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lumière on December 22, 2006, 02:56:28 pm
Hello Truman ~

I guess I missed the Anniversary Celebrations, but

Happy 10th Anniversary!!

Many, many, many more happy years to you and Bob, friend!  :)

~M
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on December 22, 2006, 03:15:53 pm
Happy Anniversary, Merry Mithras, and may all the joys of the solstice be yours Truman!!!      :) :-* :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on December 22, 2006, 05:02:01 pm
??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???

So late last week one of the agents in my office gets a call from the elementary school her grandaughter attends (she has part custody). Seems the little 4th grader's class was making gingerbreadMEN and she made one with breasts. The teacher sent her to the principal, who refered her to the local mental health agency, which entails a call to social services. This is insane.

We are all so livid we don't know where to begin. why can't there be GingerbreadWOMEN or GingerbreadWOMYN or gingerbreadsheep, etc? what are wrong with Breasts? A lot of people have them. This little girl will probably have them and is being told something is wrong with them. What in the hell is wrong with these people?

I told grandma to call Inside Edition.
I thought of this story yesterday--my daughter was watching a CD of an Eddy Izzard show!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 22, 2006, 09:17:01 pm
I love Eddy Izzard, he is just right on the edge, enough. :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: memento on December 22, 2006, 09:49:35 pm
(http://members.cox.net/kayko531/nucard/popcork2.gif)

Belated wishes to you and Bob.

Sandy
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: RebelWithASmile on December 26, 2006, 03:11:29 pm
Merry X-mas!!!!

(http://img360.imageshack.us/img360/2282/snogging1vf6.jpg) (http://imageshack.us)


they don't need hot chocolate :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 27, 2006, 12:25:05 pm
Yes they are, and they look very happy too. I think I identify more with him, but wouldn;t mind being her for a while.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 27, 2006, 04:43:42 pm
I had an email exchange with bbmiswear this morning about the year 2006,  and both of us agree it is the best fucked up year of our lives. And we have enjoyed every bit of it.

Everyday since the 6th of January 2006, I have cried. I have been distracted, I have been moody, forlorn and generally absent from the day to day. I have at the drop of a hat made trips across the continent to meet people I had only spoken to online. I crawled in a car with them to drive way the hell out in the middle of no where to take pictures of waving grass.

So here I sit, five days until the end of the year, broke, my back hurting, and think of how lonely it would be with out Bettermost. Thank you Phillip, for creating this site, Thank you Lynne, Clarrissa, Andrew, Wulf, Scott and Scott, Katie, Gattica, Celeste, Geri, Lee, RouxB, Eric, Pete, Jeff, Pheonix, Leslie, Paul, Lauren, Laurel, Theresia, Randolph, and good gawd all the rest, Professor and Mary Ann too, I am sure. You are the twinkling stars in my sky. Thanks for being along the way.

Happy New Year, 2007.  :'(

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on December 27, 2006, 07:27:56 pm
Yeah Shakes, gotta admit, its been a hell of a year (and I say that in a good way)....

Reading thru your list of friends you have made thru here, I think to myself, "hey, I know them too".....pretty amazing isnt it......people from all over the world, such good friends now, part of our every day communication...we've shared the highs, and shared the lows, felt so comfortable in each others company....

Yes Shakes, 2006, is a year that we wont ever forget....now lets get on and see what 2007 brings.....

Happy new year mate!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on December 27, 2006, 10:04:47 pm
i wouldnt change this year for anything   ilove everyone ive met and  look forward to meeting more !
Title: Going to the Borat Rodeo
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 30, 2006, 12:47:48 am
 >:(

Borat: "In my country they take them [homosexuals] to jail and finish them."
Bobby Rowe: "That's what we're tryin' to git done here."

If you have seen the movie: "Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan" You will no doubt recall how he was almost lynched at a rodeo in Salem, Virginia, about 60 miles from where I live.

He also encountered the promoter of the rodeo, Bobby Rowe of Dicksville, (I am not making this up) Tennessee, who had the above remark about homosexuals.

The first weekend in January Bobby Rowe is bringing his Imperial (as in wizzard?) Rodeo back to the Salem Civic Center, and while I have seen a lot mentioned in the media about his Borat appearance, I have seen no one speak out against this bigot returning to town.

That is one reason I am going. I had been looking forward to this rodeo since seeing the movie last January, but now I got something more imprtant to do. I have to find Bobby Rowe, and I have to forgive him.

I hope, and my imagination plays out a scene in which I can confront him, tell him I am a homosexual and forgive him for the things he said should be done to me. By doing so I am not only disarming him, I am disarming Sacha Baron Cohen and the greif he visited upon the dozens of stupid people he encountered in the making of his movie, which on some levels I almost enjoyed. It would be pointless to rail against him, it would be a good point to show him I am not afraid of him, and that he has offended me. That he has done something that call for forgiveness.

Wish me luck.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on December 30, 2006, 04:52:39 am
Truman, can you take a friend with you?  It's a beautiful vision.

Spending time with you and Lynne was a highlight of 2006 for me. 

Hug!

Clarissa
Title: Re: Going to the Borat Rodeo
Post by: Lynne on December 30, 2006, 01:41:40 pm
I hope, and my imagination plays out a scene in which I can confront him, tell him I am a homosexual and forgive him for the things he said should be done to me. By doing so I am not only disarming him, I am disarming Sacha Baron Cohen and the greif he visited upon the dozens of stupid people he encountered in the making of his movie, which on some levels I almost enjoyed. It would be pointless to rail against him, it would be a good point to show him I am not afraid of him, and that he has offended me. That he has done something that call for forgiveness.

That's a fine idea and you know I'm 100% for it.  Please do take a friend with you, though, k?

Spending time with you and Lynne was a highlight of 2006 for me. 

Same goes.  :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on December 30, 2006, 03:09:32 pm
I will be taking someone with me, hopefully to get me picture made, a la Pat Robinson at the Homested. I told my partner today what I wanted to do, his eyes rolled, he knows he is going to have to go with me but would just like to see the rodeo. Ain;t it funny how life intrudes upon the enjoyment of itself.

The highlight of 2006 huh? That is the finest compliment one can receive. Thank you Ellemeno. I think those four hours at Cracker Barrell were the best four hours I have spent in a long time.   
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on December 30, 2006, 06:18:27 pm
I crawled in a car with them to drive way the hell out in the middle of no where to take pictures of waving grass.
Omigosh I done that too!!     :D

Yep, aught-six was a great one!  Happy New Year to you too Truman!!!    :) :-* :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on December 31, 2006, 06:18:08 am

The highlight of 2006 huh? That is the finest compliment one can receive. Thank you Ellemeno. I think those four hours at Cracker Barrell were the best four hours I have spent in a long time.  

Well, A highlight.  :)  I look forward to hearing all about Don Wroe's cabin.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 06, 2007, 03:05:36 pm
So I went to the Inperial Rodeo last night. It was a miserable drive to Salem, rainy. The first of three night of the rodeo it was the only one I would be able to go to, and went alone because I was anxious to be anywhere but Lightning Flat.

As I have stated before, my intention to go was to confront Bobby Rowe regarding his remarks about gays in the Borat movie. I had wondered why there was not some sort of out cry from the local gay community over this.

Never got to see Bobby Rowe, never even got to speak with anyone from the Imperial Rodeo, but from what I gathered he was not there that night. Just as well. The median age of the half full area I would put at about 16. Lots of families with kids, highschool kids with their girlfriends. All good people, no one I would want to traumatize with an agenda. Borat was mentioned once by the announcer, but in the reverb and his nonstop speil, no one really noticed.

The rodeo is indeed not what it was in John C. Twist's day. It is a package. With an adequate amount of fanfare they paraded out the stars and stripes and dedicated the eveings proceedings to Gerald Ford, whom Bobby Rowe met on several ocassions. Then came the rodeo clown, a man who had been with them 40 years as well. He and the anouncer carried on a dialogue of bad jokes via his wireless mike the whole time, jokes that were so bad you could see them coming and get out of the way. Intersperce betwixt all this was a bit of of bucking bronck  riding,  calf roping, and ladies bull riding. Not nearly enough of what I had hoped to see however.

But imagine now, you are on horse back, galloping along side a small calf, with horns, and you leap from your horse and wrestle the calf to the ground. I cannot imagine what nerve it takes to do such a thing. I admired these men and women for their resolve, and for following their dream. None of them were from west of the Mississippi, one of them had allegedly been a line backer for Virginia Tech. Yes, the longer it goes on the more it becomes like a poor imitation of the original, but I cannot leap off a horse and wrestle a calf. Never could.

In the end I realized no one was protesting Bobby Rowe but me because in a sea of information, a hundred channels of TV insanity and a billion websites dedicated to every concern imaginable, resolve has become spread as thin as the last of the peanut butter on a hot pancake. There is just not enough to go around, and you have to pick you battles, the ones you can fight, and the ones that are in reach. I can do noting about the Massachusetts legislature, but I will be ready and willing when ever it hits close to home. 

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lumière on January 06, 2007, 11:59:57 pm
Hey Shakes ..

I never watched the movie Borat.  I have seen some of his comedy skits in The Ali G show and he sets my teeth on edge, so I didn't bother to check out the movie.  I can't believe some of the things that people say on that show .. I mean, do they not know who he is or are they paid to say stupid things?  Anyway ..

You said something very crucial in your last post: "You have to pick your battles" .. so true, my friend .. so true.  ;)

~M
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Oregondoggie on January 07, 2007, 05:37:48 am
Hey, Cowboy, I finally wandered over here from Dave Cullen's BBM site and have spent half the evening, late into the January night, grazing on your thread, cryin' a bit, as I remember last summer up on the meadow of Brokenback Mountain.  Our own stories, great clouds from the past, boiled down around us, but we were safe on the meadow, safe with each other for a little while.

What a zigzag road into our hearts this story has been!

And now there's goin' a be a big get-together in Colorado over Memorial Day Weekend with another trip up to Brokenback.  Sure hope I see you and all our folk there...and maybe even up in Alberta in July.  Time to get goin', Folks!

Larry

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 07, 2007, 12:40:21 pm
Thanks for the update Shakes.   See you this weekend!    :D

And Larry!!  Hey buddy, glad to see you! It's a long drive over here from "DC"     :laugh:   
Title: The Things we do to make life interesting
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 08, 2007, 12:25:56 pm
I had to send out the late notices today to the renters who had not paid their rent by the 5th. A while back just for the hell of it I stocked up on a bunch of Dr. Seuss stamps just for these notices.

Title: You don't let shit stop you.
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 11, 2007, 10:21:59 pm
Hot damn, we are leaving in the morning about 8 am to head for West Virginia. Yes, WE, my partner is going with me. I can't believe it. Sometimes he is like seeing the Pope, but we are taking his 4 wheel drive to the Charleston airport, and pick up RouxB from her heroic red eye flight from LA and then beat a path to Hico, West Virginia, to Don Wroe's cabin. There to be joined by Wayne, Lynne and Wulf.

Paranoia: "We cater to a primarily family like clientele" the website says. No fraternities, no parties, but a family? Yes, we are. We are the Twists, We are the Del Mars, but I hope they do not ask us to prove it. I would just as soon be left alone by the peeps who have our money. And anyone can look at us and tell our hard partying days are behind us. The bottle out in the vehicle is Shiraz, not Mad Dog. It will be good.

The bug, every year this time, it hits me in my head and I fight it for weeks to keep it out of me lungs and it ends up there anyway. Dang. I don't wanna make anyone sick. I refuse to let this stop me, this is one of the few moments in our seperate and unqual lives we get together. Lungs be damned, if I am diving into the darkness from wince there is no return, know I went woopin' and hollerin'!

And Lee and E. went up on Brokenback in the snow! I am eating up the reports, seeing the sights I rememory from the seat of a snow mobile, a vehicle I have never operated. Oh god, so little time, where is me list, where is me pen.....

In a dream this evening I saw my walking stick, a piece of California redwood I carried back on a plane, standing erect, singularily with the back drop of my front yard n the summer time. Nothing clouded my view, nothing competed with the sight of it in my mind, it was purity, absent of all the rigamaroll of life. Hard to describe, almost three dimentional.

See thee soon!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 16, 2007, 12:33:39 am
 :D   Enjoyed being with you this weekend buddy!!  Hope y'all had a safe trip home!   Lookin forward to next time!!     :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Oregondoggie on January 16, 2007, 01:46:45 am
:D   Enjoyed being with you this weekend buddy!!  Hope y'all had a safe trip home!   Lookin forward to next time!!     :D

Is the cat goin' a drag you folks out to Colorado?  This O'Dog is plannin' on checkin' out Brokenback again AFTER the BBQ.

Readin' Roughnecking It, by Chilton Williamson, 1982.  Everything you ever wanted to know about oil rigs and their men in Wyomin' near Sage (Ennis' hometown). 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 16, 2007, 04:41:54 pm
That is good to know, I had not heard of that one, will add it to the list. (Where did I put the list?)
Title: Seanachie
Post by: Lynne on January 16, 2007, 06:41:55 pm
This is only one of your many gifts, friend.  Thank you for sharing yourself with us.

From Wikipedia:  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seanachie

"A seanachie (pronounced "shan-a-key" or "shawn-a-key") is a traditional Irish story teller. Alternatate spellings include seanachaí, senachaí, senachie and shanachie.  The word is an anglicized form of the Irish language seanachaidh or seanchuidh. It comes from the Irish words "seanachas" or "seanchus" meaning "history" or "lore".

The traditional art

Seanachie utilized a variety of storytelling conventions, styles of speech and gestures that were peculiar to the Irish folk tradition and characterized them as practitioners of this particular folk art. Although tales from literary sources found their way into seanachie's repertoires, a traditional characteristic of the seanachie was the way in which a large corpus of tales was passed from one practitioner to another without having been written down.

Because of their role as custodians of an indigenous non-literary tradition, the seanachie are widely acknowledged to have inherited the role of the fili of pre-Christian Ireland. However, unlike that of their ancient predecessors, the seanachie’s role was informal.

Some seanachie were itinerant travelers who went from one community to another offering their skills in exchange for food and temporary shelter. Others were members of a settled community and might be called "village storytellers."

The distinctive role and craft of the seanachie is particularly associated with the Gaeltacht, but storytellers recognizable as seanachie were found in rural areas throughout English-speaking Ireland as well. In their storytelling, some displayed archaic Hiberno-English idiom and vocabulary that would be out of place in ordinary conversation."
Title: Re: Seanachie
Post by: Wayne on January 16, 2007, 08:59:48 pm
archaic Hiberno-English idiom and vocabulary that would be out of place in ordinary conversation
:D   Neeet!

 :o ::)   I wonder if there's any relationship between Hiberno- and Hebrew ...

I mean, since the "Celts" came from Galatia in Turkey and maybe Galilee and Gaulanitis (Galilee of the Gentiles, the other side of the Sea of Galilee)     :D :o ::)

P.S. Hm - here's some stuff along those lines

http://www.britam.org/namesakes.html
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 17, 2007, 02:47:36 pm

Thank you for that information Lynne, tht sounds like a lifestyle I could have easily fit into. I think the Irsih today all have a bit of that in them.

This is my thoughts I put together from last night as I tried to sleep:


"Pentecost, noun, a Christian festival celebrated on the seventh Sunday after Easter, commemorating the descent of the Holy Ghost upon the apostles....."

--From Webester's Encyclopedic Unabridged Dictionary of the English Language, 1996

I knew a bit about the Pentecost. I remembered the story I had heard once that involved flames appearing above the heads of the apostles, 50 days after the crucifixion.

I knew Cowboy Wayne knew the Bible. In our first meeting I had lernt that. Our first morning in West Virginia we even got it out and read from it. Double checking the chapter and verse used in Latter Days on the pocket watch. So I asked him  "what is the pentecost?" and he explainned it thusly: The followers were promised that in the old testament that they would be sent a comforter. When this spirit arrived they spoke in flaming tongues, a sign that the gospel would be spred out to other nations.

Jack had said his mother never explained it to him. That can happen, you just assume people know what your talking about, which is why I am still hesitant to classify people by the color of their collar. I don't really know what that means.

In the story we are told that it was several months before Ennis know about the accident. Certainly some amount of time passed before he went to the Twist ranch, but when he got there, Mrs. Twist demonstrated that spirit of comfort to him in her acts of kindness. He received the shirts, left there like an abandoned burial shroud in an empty tomb, and then.....

"Around that time, Jack began to appear in his dreams, Jack as he had first seen him, curly headed and smiling and buck-toothed, talking about getting up off his pockets and into the control zone, but the can of beans with the spoon handle jutting out and balanced on the log was there as well in a cartoon shape and lurid colors that gave the dreams a flavor of comic obsenity. The spoon handle was the kind that could be used as a tire iron. And he would wake sometimes in greif, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release; the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets."

Jack, in this way, came to Ennis in spirit and comforted him. Ennis experenced Pentecost in the form of Jack in his dreams. That question he had asked so long ago was answered.

May we all find answers, or at least never stop asking.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 17, 2007, 03:32:14 pm
some amount of time passed before he went to the Twist ranch, but when he got there, Mrs. Twist demonstrated that spirit of comfort to him in her acts of kindness. He received the shirts, left there like an abandoned burial shroud in an empty tomb, and then.....

Ennis experenced Pentecost in the form of Jack in his dreams.
:o   OMG!      :'( :'(

That's really good, Truman! This goes in the book about BBM Symbolism and Imagery.

I miss you!!!     :) :'( :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 17, 2007, 03:36:45 pm
I miss you too, miss that safe and secure place Lynne described, the magical  place, all of which remains of are our pictures, and some mud on the tires.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on January 17, 2007, 04:59:48 pm
Dang it, quit making me cry, dude.

Never mind, s'alright.  :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: pastorfred on January 17, 2007, 06:49:06 pm

Thanks for letting me know about this posting.

That's some excellent analysis of the Pentecost, its history and its application to Brokeback Mountain.

It's another example of the richness of the literary masterpiece, both story and screenplay.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 17, 2007, 11:24:55 pm
Meryl, you ain't cryin' alone, believe me.

Pastor Fred, Thanks for checking it out, it is like peeling and onion and meeting up with yourself in the process.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 17, 2007, 11:31:04 pm
 :) :'( :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on January 17, 2007, 11:37:36 pm
I miss you too, miss that safe and secure place Lynne described, the magical  place, all of which remains of are our pictures, and some mud on the tires.

I dunno...all those feelings are still here threatenin' to drown me sometimes if I don't find somewhere to put them.

What was it you said?  A person has three deaths...

Their literal death
The death of the last person to know them
The last time their name is spoken

 ??? :-\ ???
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on January 18, 2007, 03:16:12 am
I dunno...all those feelings are still here threatenin' to drown me sometimes if I don't find somewhere to put them.

What was it you said?  A person has three deaths...

Their literal death
The death of the last person to know them
The last time their name is spoken

 ??? :-\ ???

Truman told me the Indian thoughts on death, in a PM when we were talking about my father, and I too, have not forgotten it, and have re-told it to many people since I heard it.....the response has been that of intrigue and agreement, and I'm sure it will be repeated many more times.

You are so lucky Lynne to have been able to spend time with Truman, no doubt, some of your conversations must have been quite spiritual......I'm hoping I will get over there for the Alberta trip, and meet up with him too.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: David In Indy on January 18, 2007, 03:46:45 am
I dunno...all those feelings are still here threatenin' to drown me sometimes if I don't find somewhere to put them.

What was it you said?  A person has three deaths...

Their literal death
The death of the last person to know them
The last time their name is spoken
 ??? :-\ ???

Truman.... are you Native too? This sounds suspiciously Lakota. I remember my Mother telling me people of our tribe suffer two deaths; The day we physically die, and the day the very last person who remembered us passes from this world.

This was  "Nakun" to the Sioux (to be "known" or "remembered")

Perhaps my Mom was combining  "The death of the last person to know them" and "The last time their name is spoken" together. Or perhaps I am not remembering it correctly.  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on January 18, 2007, 05:00:21 am
Hey, Cowboy, I finally wandered over here from Dave Cullen's BBM site and have spent half the evening, late into the January night, grazing on your thread, cryin' a bit, as I remember last summer up on the meadow of Brokenback Mountain.  Our own stories, great clouds from the past, boiled down around us, but we were safe on the meadow, safe with each other for a little while.

What a zigzag road into our hearts this story has been!

And now there's goin' a be a big get-together in Colorado over Memorial Day Weekend with another trip up to Brokenback.  Sure hope I see you and all our folk there...and maybe even up in Alberta in July.  Time to get goin', Folks!

Larry

    WELCOME TO BETTERMOST LARRY   from a fellow oregonian,,,good to see you here with us                                    janice

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 18, 2007, 11:09:58 am
Thursday morning, seems impossible a week has passes since I was gearing up for the trip. On my windshield this morning ice pellets fell, that storm is coming in from the south, so I am not going to stay at the office long. We were just a week off in planning our trip, huh Lynne? ;D

David, I do have Native American in my back ground, but it was so long ago we have no real memory about it with the exception that various women in the family were "mean, because they had so much indian in them". I heard that wispered growing up. My father, you could tell by looking at him was part native, but he denighed being anything but 100% white. I also had an uncle on my mothers side who was married to a woman who was part African, but "passed for white".

I emersed myself in Pow Wows and Native literature at one point in my life, and heard the thoughts on death at some point then. I would hold on to what your mother told you, it is closer to the source, real and not a hallmark sentiment. I could see someone adding the last line to make it more acceptable, give it a happy ending, start a new tradition.

Lynne, I know what you mean about drowning. If you can change your point of view to look at it as a river, go with the flow as it were, but even a river is turbulent. Maybe a nice high perch above the river, on the side of the gorge, where you can get some perspective, where all you r problems look like dots crossing an old suspension bridge, and you can hum softly to yourself the words of an old Hank Williams song. Until some dumb ass outside your cubicle clears their throat and asks you for a paper clip. ;)

In the end, all Ennis had left of the power of Brokeback Mountain was what he held in his hands.

Katie, I really hope you can make it to Alberta, that would be so awesome! I know many here who would love to meet you.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 18, 2007, 11:26:44 pm
Ah miss you!!!  Truman I wish you was here in town where I could see you from time to time!     :-\ :)

Hope you're having a good evening buddy!!    :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 18, 2007, 11:29:02 pm
A trip to Highlands might be in order!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on January 18, 2007, 11:53:54 pm
funny i was just thinkin of  a visit to  VA sometime soon!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 19, 2007, 12:20:29 am
Hope you're doing well too Mr. Wulfs, and the Mizzez Lynne and RouxB!!   It was a happy time. I still feel all warm and fuzzy!!       :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on January 19, 2007, 01:36:46 am
im doing eh ! atm   2 months to my trip to dc   plannin that atm and worrying  bout the money i need
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on January 19, 2007, 08:45:35 am
Hope you're doing well too Mr. Wulfs, and the Mizzez Lynne and RouxB!!   It was a happy time. I still feel all warm and fuzzy!!       :)

I think that's called "afterglow"  ::)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on January 19, 2007, 10:51:46 am
You are so lucky Lynne to have been able to spend time with Truman, no doubt, some of your conversations must have been quite spiritual......I'm hoping I will get over there for the Alberta trip, and meet up with him too.

You are a hunnerd percent right on that point, Katie.  It is a privilege to know Truman.  I also hope you'll get to this side of the world for Alberta.  It'd be an honor to meet you!

Thursday morning, seems impossible a week has passes since I was gearing up for the trip. On my windshield this morning ice pellets fell, that storm is coming in from the south, so I am not going to stay at the office long. We were just a week off in planning our trip, huh Lynne? ;D
...Lynne, I know what you mean about drowning. If you can change your point of view to look at it as a river, go with the flow as it were, but even a river is turbulent. Maybe a nice high perch above the river, on the side of the gorge, where you can get some perspective, where all you r problems look like dots crossing an old suspension bridge, and you can hum softly to yourself the words of an old Hank Williams song. Until some dumb ass outside your cubicle clears their throat and asks you for a paper clip. ;)

A week early and still never enough time!  Though I'm sure I wouldn't have been so happy with snowboarding if I'd also been freezing my buns off!  ::)

You're a sweetie and that's a better point of view, for sure.  This will pass.  It always does.  I was all set to reply yesterday when Judy (next cube over) said..."Lynne, why does this..." and I just closed the window.  Good grief..priorities, yanno?

Hope you're doing well too Mr. Wulfs, and the Mizzez Lynne and RouxB!!   It was a happy time. I still feel all warm and fuzzy!!       :)

{{{{Wayne}}}}
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 20, 2007, 02:27:10 pm
So my partner is gone for the weekend to a retreat. He usually gets his parents to baby sit his 16 year old dog, Lady. I have written about her before, bless her heart. I spoke up and volunteered to keep her this time. He said he forgave me if she died while I had here.

So last evening I went over to his house, woke her from her sleep, and loaded her in the car. The last time I took her someplace she had gone out and rubbed her face in something dead and I had to get a stick of incense and burn in the confined space to get the smell out. She did well this time, jumped out on her own and wondered what was going on. She had only been to my house once before and then only breifly.

Oh this was going to fun. I had a small package of ground cow flesh to prepare her a special meal, garnished with bits of cheese, on a sauce of alpo gravy. Of course I had no batteries in the camera to document the Dog Food TV masterpiece, but o-well. I had not cooked cow flesh inside my house in over a decade, and man the grease, it went everywhere, I slid on the floor presenting her with a big bowl of water. Then I put my creating on the floor for her and she snifferd it and tottered away.

My friend James, who does not drive, called me from our friend Carol's house the next county over. Carol was gone for a couple of days to a glass blowing class and he wanted to know could I come by and visit. I had long thought
Lady might enjoy meeting Carol's dog, Cole, a big friendly black lab almost as old as her, so I loaded the stiff bag of bones back in the car and off we went.

In the darkness I could sense she was laying down. I wondered how she would take all this upset to her routine. I remembered his words saying he would forgive me if she expired on my watch, but I wondered if I would be able to forgive myself. "I am just not set up for this" I thought.

About that time my phone made a wreid sound, one it rarely makes, but I now recognize as an incoming text message. I hardly ever get one of those. I knew immediatly it was Lynne, and she knows what she wrote and how perfectly it fit with my train of thought. Yes, Friend, you would be a big help, I know you would. I pulled over and collected Lady's feces from the back seat, at least they are solid.

Cole was sleeping when we arrived. James was immediatly wondering at the wisdom of introducing the two. Poor old girl, tottered around the house, sniffed the trash, the water bowl,  went into the living room and lay down and went to sleep.

We watched one of them millionair shows on Carol's 4 inch portable TV (Black and White at that).

"You want some whine?" James asked. Part of me still cringed in memory of last Sunday night in West Virginia.

"Sure" and I had a glass.

Presently Cole got up and waddled in the den and demanded attention. I took him by the collar to the living room, he saw his own kind, where none had been expected, and furiously swished his tail in joy. Poor old Lady, stiff old bag of bones held real still and let him sniff all over her, not hazzarding any encouragement by sniffing him back. We kept an eye on them, but in five minutes the courtship was over, they were totally ignoring one another.

Back home she still would have nothing to do with the gournet supper. I went to bed and dreamed of vacation rentals that didn't allow pets, where one might find a spoon handle jutting out of a can of beans. She went to her nightly ritual of walking, patrolling to make sure her territory is safe from tresspassers. Around and around she'll go in his house, but mine is laid out differently. About 4 am her clicking toemails woke me, in the twilight of the dream time I wondered if this was the way parents and infants become bonded, in the weak vunerable times of the days and the lives. Thinking of how we revert to childhood again and need sitters as we age I heard her tumble down the stairs. Ah hell.

I jumped out of bed and hopped to her as quick as I could. She was shaken but okay, I opened the door and let her into the basement and let her explore there. I laid down on the sofa in the downstairs room and tried to go back to sleep, but her constant wet nose and muzzle kept getting under my wrist and arm and demanding attention. She needed reassurance, love, anything but cow meat. When I awoke at 8 am she was sleeping in the bathroom, when I woke her she was as dazed and confused as I have seen her, I told her it was time to go home.

Safely back at her own territory, she ran to her water bowl and drank a long measure. I fixed her some breakfast of dry food augmented with Alpo. She devoured it and climbed under the Azeleas and curled up to sleep the day away.

I called his Mom and told her I would bring Lady up there about 5:30.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 20, 2007, 02:37:09 pm
"You want some whine?"
:laugh:   Mimmmm, reez!!     :laugh:

Hope Lady's doing ok!   Have a good weekend!     :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 20, 2007, 03:00:20 pm
Near as I can tell she is, I have talked to that dog for years and she has never answered the first question, so I concoct answers for her that generally fit.

Hope you have a wonderful weekend. Looks as if we'll get some more weather tomorrow.

Whine!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 20, 2007, 03:20:01 pm
We had a tad of sleet night before last as I was driving home from work, but only enough to hear it clicking on the windshield.

I don't think we've even had a freeze since that 20 degree thing in early December, at least here near downtown.

Weekend's going great - I'm writin my dissertation!!     :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 20, 2007, 04:07:02 pm
Well don't forget to break for some Dessertation! :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on January 20, 2007, 08:03:12 pm
<pokes truman on the side>
Title: Andorra
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 23, 2007, 10:51:40 pm
I sure would like to go to Andorra.

I have always had a fastination with the micro countries of Europe: Andorra, Lichtenstein, Monaco, San Marino, Vatican City, Luxembourg, and that tiny piece of Spain that is totally inside France I cannot think of the name of.

In 1999 I got to travel to Italy and of course got to visit the Vatican, but to my shagrin, did not got to see San Marino.

But Andorra, that looks like such a beautiful place. I would love to go and spend my days there.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on January 23, 2007, 11:36:21 pm
Hey, Truman--

That tiny bit of Spain surrounded by France is the town of Llivia. Italy similarly has an enclave within the country of Switzerland, called Campione d'Italia. I found this article on enclaves and exclaves, with an interesting international list of such entities, at the following URL:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enclave (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enclave)

I share your curiosity for the microstates of the world. There is a certain fascination in a place, like Monaco, that is smaller than New York's Central Park, that is yet its own sovereign nation. Bigger isn't necessarily, or always, best!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 24, 2007, 03:09:56 pm
I would have fantasies as a child about being the ruler of some little country someplace, my own little bastion.

I ment to write about this the other day but it slipped my mind. Sunday I was driving thru town, it was raining and almost freezing and I saw two LDS missionaries scurrying down the sidewalk with their books. I rolled down the window and asked them: "Wouldn't you like an umbrella?" They seemed somewhat relieved by a jesture of good will, but told me their car was around the corner, so I didn't detain them. Bless their hearts, I may not entirely agree with their mission, but they have a hard row to hoe.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on January 24, 2007, 07:29:47 pm
Your comment about the LDS missionaries, brings to my mind what I often think about us Brokies.....

Sometimes I think of us as missionaries, trying to get people to understand the real meaning of the movie, and how if more people could get the message, this world would be a far better place.

Not unlike us, those LDS missionaries have found something special, and want to share it, and no doubt they get frustrated like us, when their goodwill is taken as an afront and not understood in the concept that it is meant to be understood.....same frustration we feel, when we try to explain to someone what a beautiful love story BBM is.

We dont have to agree with their beliefs, but I do now have some compassion for what they are trying to do.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 24, 2007, 08:44:23 pm
they have a hard row to hoe.
Plus they're really hott!     :D :-* :-*

 ;)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latter_Days
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on January 25, 2007, 03:13:27 pm
In the darkness I could sense she was laying down. I wondered how she would take all this upset to her routine. I remembered his words saying he would forgive me if she expired on my watch, but I wondered if I would be able to forgive myself. "I am just not set up for this" I thought.

About that time my phone made a wreid sound, one it rarely makes, but I now recognize as an incoming text message. I hardly ever get one of those. I knew immediatly it was Lynne, and she knows what she wrote and how perfectly it fit with my train of thought. Yes, Friend, you would be a big help, I know you would. I pulled over and collected Lady's feces from the back seat, at least they are solid.

I've been ruminating on this for nearly a week, sadly without benefit of whine, and I'm alternating between XFiles-style 'skeert' and bliss approaching tent scene 2...and that's only a little bit of an exaggeration.

Seriously, Meryl has said elsewhere that this whole Brokie business makes us feel like 'we're part of something bigger than ourselves.'  I completely agree with her, but it's so hard to put into words.  What is this need to quantify, qualify, anyway?  The need to figure out what in hell happened is big, though.  We spent some time talking about it in WVa.  Is there a reason?  What is it?  I'm no closer to answers, but I think it's important not to stop asking the questions. 

I've caught myself making calculations...assuming we have 1,000 Brokie phrases imprinted in our neural network, assume that's 10% of all the stuff we know (obvious overkill for a margin of safety), factor in time spent together and adjust it for the delta since we've seen each other - what is the likelihood?  I dreamed about it last night - think Anthony Hopkins in Proof.  I probably need help from Wayne for this calculation ;), nevermind a therapist, but I still get something approaching winning the lottery.

But Vicki and I still can finish each others' sentences and we haven't spent much regular time together since high school - that doesn't make me see ghosts where there aren't any.  Hunh.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 28, 2007, 08:06:34 pm
Hey Mister Shakes!  Hope you're having a good evening. I made a little progress on the dessert-tation  :D :P

On the way now to some dinner ... wish you was around the corner so I could call you up and take you along!

Take care - talk w/ya soon!!     :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 29, 2007, 07:05:30 pm
Just gone have to make a trip to Atlanta Wayne, been so long, like 1987.

You know you live in a small town when your excitement for the day is yelling at a car with "what would Jesus do" plate on the front bumper doing a U-Turn that Jesus wouldn't do that. :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lumière on January 29, 2007, 07:37:07 pm
You know you live in a small town when your excitement for the day is yelling at a car with "what would Jesus do" plate on the front bumper doing a U-Turn that Jesus wouldn't do that. :laugh:

lol..
Just how small is this town you live in, Shakes?  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on January 29, 2007, 07:59:17 pm
Just gone have to make a trip to Atlanta Wayne, been so long, like 1987.
Tell you whut, that'd be fun! Soon as I finish this dessert-tation!!    :D

Quote
You know you live in a small town when your excitement for the day is yelling at a car with "what would Jesus do" plate on the front bumper doing a U-Turn that Jesus wouldn't do that. :laugh:
::)   Shakes if that brings you excitement then you're gonna be REAL busy when you come to Atlanna!     :laugh: :laugh:

My thing is with the "Left turn YIELD on Green" sign - people just stop and wait for the light to cycle through when there's no oncoming traffic!!     :o >:( >:( ::) :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on January 29, 2007, 08:17:14 pm
I just roll down the window and holler "Justin!! I'm calling your momma!!"
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on January 30, 2007, 01:30:04 am
In 1998 my entire extended family took a trip to Florida to see the Space Shuttle lift off. My sister had the tix and she was in a motel in Orlando and we were in CoCo Beach. Miles and miles apart. We agreed to meet outside the Astronaut Hall of Fame on the way to the gathering point to catch the bus the rest of the way. Never mind there would be a hundred million people passing by, 80% from Ohio, and I had to wait out there 45 minutes before they came rolling up with the tix.

That is how I take the small town with me.
Title: Re: Andorra
Post by: opinionista on January 30, 2007, 08:15:58 am
that tiny piece of Spain that is totally inside France I cannot think of the name of.

Baja Cerdaña? Lower Cerdanya in English, I guess. (Not to be confused with the italian island of Cerdeña). I was there a few years ago, in the town of Puigcerdá (pronounced something like: pooj-sir-dah). It's a ski village with breathtaking views. We only stayed for one day. Little Spanish or French is spoken there.  Locals speak mostly in catalan.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 01, 2007, 12:16:13 pm
Is that the same as Llivia?

Your post raises another question I have yet to find and answer for: how do you make an "enyay" the "n" with the "tilda" over top of it? Is there a comand that does this or do you have a different key board?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on February 01, 2007, 02:33:20 pm
Is that the same as Llivia?

Your post raises another question I have yet to find and answer for: how do you make an "enyay" the "n" with the "tilda" over top of it? Is there a comand that does this or do you have a different key board?

I have a keyboard in Spanish, which includes the letter ñ and the tilde. I don't know if there's a command to it in other keyboards.

As for Llivia, yes it is the town you were talking about. It belongs to Cerdaña, but it's separated by a piece of land that belongs to France. I've never been there, though. Here's a map. But Puigcerdá is practically France. There's very little resemblance to Spain, except in the food.

(http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j120/nataligv_2006/mapallivia4.gif)

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 01, 2007, 02:47:48 pm
Your post raises another question I have yet to find and answer for: how do you make an "enyay" the "n" with the "tilda" over top of it? Is there a comand that does this or do you have a different key board?
;D   One way you can do it, if there happens to be one on the screen already, is just to block and copy it   ... ñ   <- I took this one from opiñonista's post    ;D   (you know you can just highlight it, then Ctrl-C, then move cursor where you want it, then Ctrl-V)

Course that only works if there happens to be one on your screen at the time.

There is also a combination of ALT plus some 3-digit numeric code that will often but not always work.  e.g., it's not working on my keyboard right now ...     ::)   I think it only works with a number pad? The codes for the usual Euroextra letters are in the range of about 130 to 160.  Alt-130 is "e" with an acute (bottom left to top right) accent.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on February 01, 2007, 03:10:16 pm
;D   One way you can do it, if there happens to be one on the screen already, is just to block and copy it   ... ñ   <- I took this one from opiñonista's post    ;D   (you know you can just highlight it, then Ctrl-C, then move cursor where you want it, then Ctrl-V)

Course that only works if there happens to be one on your screen at the time.

There is also a combination of ALT plus some 3-digit numeric code that will often but not always work.  e.g., it's not working on my keyboard right now ...     ::)   I think it only works with a number pad? The codes for the usual Euroextra letters are in the range of about 130 to 160.  Alt-130 is "e" with an acute (bottom left to top right) accent.

Good idea wdj. Here you go, so you can copy and paste:  Ñ   ñ   á    é     í     ó    ú   ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 01, 2007, 08:06:01 pm
I have, perhaps, a Truman-style thought of the day.

If it snows, whatever else you do, do not crawl on your hands and knees on the roof to sweep the snow off the skylights.               :-\

Oh, and if you do, don't do it wearing shorts.        :(
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on February 01, 2007, 08:12:16 pm
I was gonna make a funny but then realized it would not be lady like....






so I will pm you!!

 :laugh: :laugh: O0
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on February 01, 2007, 09:42:43 pm
I have, perhaps, a Truman-style thought of the day.

If it snows, whatever else you do, do not crawl on your hands and knees on the roof to sweep the snow off the skylights.               :-\

Oh, and if you do, don't do it wearing shorts.        :(

 :laugh: :laugh: :D :D :laugh: :laugh:

Just one question - is anything broken, bruised, or otherwise injured (besides your dignity, that is)?

 ::)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 01, 2007, 10:20:19 pm
Nope, thanks, I'm fine!   Now that my hands and knees have finally warmed up!! 

I was slinking along the roofline on my hands and knees so's not to slide off. 

  BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!   Snow is COLD!!     :o :o :o
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 01, 2007, 10:40:55 pm
(http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j120/nataligv_2006/mapallivia4.gif)
:D   Speaking of exclaves, there's one in Kentucky too!!   Somewhat intriguingly, they divided the states in a very strange way at New Madrid, that place in the middle of the continent where the contintental plate is also divided strangely so that they have big earthquakes     :o

A bayou in sight of Kentucky... strange things indeed!     :o :o

(http://www.public.asu.edu/~redsall/triplepoints/august2004/arkansas/newmadridbend.jpg)  (http://www.public.asu.edu/~redsall/triplepoints/august2004/arkansas/egrets.jpg) (http://www.public.asu.edu/~redsall/triplepoints/august2004/7.htm)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 01, 2007, 11:02:44 pm
Ñow that is what I call ingenuity. ::)

I have noticed that Kentucky enclave, I would like to visit there sometime. I had ancestors who lived near there briefly long long ago, in Obion County, Tennessee.

So many places I want to go, what has stopped me in the past from just getting in the car and driving? (Sure sign of a mid life crisis).

So Wayne, what to you call that French "C" with the tail on it? Like in Francois?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 01, 2007, 11:07:05 pm
Hey Shakes ! Hope you don't mind Lynne and me helpin ourselves to some whine at your place !     :laugh:   How you doin?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 01, 2007, 11:26:27 pm
So Wayne, what to you call that French "C" with the tail on it? Like in Francois?
:-\   Sorry, my dial-up shut off on me!  The tail on the "C" is called a cedilla.  I reckon they wanted to make the c look and sound like an s.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: esseffjoe on February 02, 2007, 12:58:52 am

how do you make an "enyay" the "n" with the "tilda" over top of it? Is there a comand that does this or do you have a different key board?

Hey all-- I couldn't get along without a Character Map, and this is not talking about folks who post.

With Windows XP, it should be found at Start > Accessories > System Tools menu. I use it so often I put a shortcut for it on the Start menu. As Wayne said, it must be done on the numeric keypad (a pain on laptops); and in some situations it may not work. Most times, it does for me.

ñ = Alt + 0241

Ç = Alt = 0199

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: David In Indy on February 02, 2007, 01:06:01 am
Hey all-- I couldn't get along without a Character Map, and this is not talking about folks who post.

With Windows XP, it should be found at Start > Accessories > System Tools menu. I use it so often I put a shortcut for it on the Start menu. As Wayne said, it must be done on the numeric keypad (a pain on laptops); and in some situations it may not work. Most times, it does for me.

ñ = Alt + 0241

Ç = Alt = 0199



Thanks so much for that!  :D

I have been trying to find that character map for the past year.  ::)

God, I couldn't remember where it was.

Welcome To Bettermost!  :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 02, 2007, 12:38:24 pm
Hey all-- I couldn't get along without a Character Map, and this is not talking about folks who post.
Ya can't tell the players without a program!!    :laugh: :laugh:

Hey Joe, how you dooin?       ;) :-* :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: esseffjoe on February 02, 2007, 01:06:33 pm
Ya can't tell the players without a program!!    :laugh: :laugh:

Hey Joe, how you dooin?       ;) :-* :-*

Pretty good until I looked at my message. Then decided not so well.

Ç = Alt = 0199    should have read

Ç = Alt + 0199     
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 03, 2007, 01:20:54 pm
That is so cool, I knew there was a way to do that!
Title: Careful where you hide you bottle
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 03, 2007, 09:11:55 pm
 ;) Last night my friend Carol, the sage of Elamsville, told this story involving her maternal grandparents, it happened about 70-75 years ago:

Granddaddy would keep his bottle in a hollow fence post out by the road. When his ride would drop him off in the evening he would have a nip before going up tot the house.

One evening he caught a ride home with his boss man and wanting to impress him, offered him a nip, handing him the bottle first.

Now my mind is thinking how this translates into a 1930's, male bonding type thing. He is letting the boss man know where he hides his liquor, like he is welcome to come by and help himself. Or was it just brown-nosing?

The boss man soon starts throwing fits, as Grandma has discover the bottle and replaced the contents with cayenne pepper.

I gather they stayed toe up about it a long time.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on February 03, 2007, 09:16:08 pm
 :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Do you know if Grandpa kept his job?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 03, 2007, 09:30:31 pm
So then my friend James has to tell a story too. He is Native American from northern California, and his Aent Mildred just died.

Mildred had a husband named Jimmy, who James described as a Mexican national with limited English, and perhaps intellect, who stood about 4 ft. tall. (yes I cleaned that up, can you tell?). Mildred had cancer, but her death I gather was unexpected. James said the call came somewhere between 1 and 3 in the morning, a voice on the phone asking him: "Are you related to Mrs. Mildred because she has been laying here dead for 40 minutes and no one is here with her and her wig has fallen off...."

They went down to the ER and found her behind a curtain, with a terribly distraught Jimmy standing beside her, kissing her hand, tears pouring down his face. Apparently he is so small he had escaped detection.

James did not know what became of him. He was certain relatives had probably put him on a bus. Literally or figuratively I do not know.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 03, 2007, 09:37:40 pm
I' have to ask her that, Lynne, I imagine he did, because they all worked in the mill and it was the kind of place where both would have been too embarrassed to let it get out. The people in the mill would have give them hell about it for 20 years.

The men in my fathers generation and older, hell they picked on one another unmercifully.

When my daddy named me after a Democrat President (as opposed to a Democratic one I reckon) the grocer in town would see us coming and ask how "Lill' Ike" was. Just to fret him. Ike being the Republican sucessor in office to the president I was named for.

When I was 3 my Mamma took me in that place. Monroe-esque guy with a cig hangin' out his mouth and a big old pot belly behind an apron said "Hi ya Lill" Ike"

And my Mamma says I started yelling:

That Damn Fool, That Damn Fool, That Damn Fool!

and she had to drag my ass out of there.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 04, 2007, 01:21:34 pm
"Lill' Ike"
:o >:( :laugh: :laugh:   Poor thang!!!      :-* :-*
Title: The Bricks Are Here!!!
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 06, 2007, 08:56:35 pm
This evening after celebrating the 71st natal anniversary of a friend, I rode back by the office to collect my lap top and I looked across street at the new museum, all finished and lit up, and thought yeah, I should go take a look and see if my memorial bricks are in place.

I am pleased to report that the love of Ennis and Jack is now memorialized for the forseeable future at the entrance of the Virginia Museum of Natural History in Martinsville, Virginia, on the spot I was born. I dedicate this to all my friends here, there and everywhere, the sentiment on this brick is for us all:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: David on February 06, 2007, 09:00:25 pm
YEE HAA!

Looks Great!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on February 06, 2007, 09:52:36 pm
loooks awsome  truman
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on February 07, 2007, 01:53:30 am
Thats really what they mean by "set in stone"......wonderful.
Title: Re: The Bricks Are Here!!!
Post by: Penthesilea on February 07, 2007, 10:42:27 am
This evening after celebrating the 71st natal anniversary of a friend, I rode back by the office to collect my lap top and I looked across street at the new museum, all finished and lit up, and thought yeah, I should go take a look and see if my memorial bricks are in place.

I am pleased to report that the love of Ennis and Jack is now memorialized for the forseeable future at the entrance of the Virginia Museum of Natural History in Martinsville, Virginia, on the spot I was born. I dedicate this to all my friends here, there and everywhere, the sentiment on this brick is for us all:

That's terrific Truman.  8) I remember you asking about it here on BM. I was the one who had never heard of anything like this and couldn't imagine what such a brick could be and how it would look like.

Yeah, it really got us good...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 07, 2007, 01:12:54 pm
 :D    That's great Truman!!   Right along with that happy face and them pretty blue eyes!!      :) :-* :-*

So is it horizontal or vertical? A walkway or a wall?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on February 07, 2007, 01:27:38 pm
Just in case people were wonderring?  Tru has THE sexiest southern accent in the world:)
Title: Re: The Bricks Are Here!!!
Post by: Lynne on February 07, 2007, 01:32:14 pm
I am pleased to report that the love of Ennis and Jack is now memorialized for the forseeable future at the entrance of the Virginia Museum of Natural History in Martinsville, Virginia, on the spot I was born. I dedicate this to all my friends here, there and everywhere, the sentiment on this brick is for us all:

(http://apollo.divshare.com/files/2007/02/07/109054/TrumanBrick.jpg)

Thank you, Truman.  It's just perfect.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: MaineWriter on February 07, 2007, 01:41:56 pm
That is so cool, Truman. How wonderful! Congratulations...

Leslie
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on February 07, 2007, 02:09:43 pm
That is beautiful,, Truman! Just wow! And thanks! :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on February 07, 2007, 02:10:44 pm
All honor to the Brick!  Thanks, Truman, and congratulations on the nice outcome of your idea.  8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 07, 2007, 02:41:03 pm
:D    That's great Truman!!   Right along with that happy face and them pretty blue eyes!!      :) :-* :-*

So is it horizontal or vertical? A walkway or a wall?

On a walkway, right by the front door, I was laying on the (dirty) ground taking the picture.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 07, 2007, 02:50:06 pm
Just in case people were wonderring?  Tru has THE sexiest southern accent in the world:)

Sheeeee-it, you gone scare them sheep off if you don't quieten down. :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on February 07, 2007, 02:59:27 pm
Sheeeee-it, you gone scare them sheep off if you don't quieten down. :laugh:

Sorry there buddy...and I posted that before I saw them hypnotizin eyes a yers...there I go again.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 07, 2007, 03:21:51 pm
Your eyes are getting heavy...
Your clothes are getting heavy....
You are taking off your heavy clothes.... ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on February 07, 2007, 03:23:05 pm
Your eyes are getting heavy...
Your clothes are getting heavy....
You are taking off your heavy clothes.... ;D

Hell the boy has me blushin...that's damn hard...to do.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 07, 2007, 03:26:23 pm
...and such a nice shade, too! 8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on February 07, 2007, 03:27:59 pm
...and such a nice shade, too! 8)

Ummm...wrong cheek boy...now get your hand off that...hehehehehehehe
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on February 07, 2007, 03:29:37 pm
Shade of eyes or blush?? I'm havin trouble following, guess I need to consult th' instruction manual.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 07, 2007, 03:44:23 pm
What is the line..."in an odd way everything seemed mixed..."? ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on February 07, 2007, 03:47:20 pm
"Even when the numbers were right Ennis knew the sheep were mixed. In a disquieting way everything seemed mixed."

Lord don't I know it
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 07, 2007, 04:08:52 pm
Sometimes it is like someone came into the room where all of our gigzaw puzzle lives were laying on a table, missing pieces and all and scraped us all off into a box and mixed us up and hoped for a real purdy picture.  :D

(I know I do)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on February 07, 2007, 04:10:50 pm
Sometimes it is like someone came into the room where all of our gigzaw puzzle lives were laying on a table, missing pieces and all and scraped us all off into a box and mixed us up and hoped for a real purdy picture.  :D

(I know I do)

And what they got was a bunch of bent cardboard...Hehehehe
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on February 07, 2007, 05:16:51 pm
Truman, the message on the brick is really cool. Good idea! Thanks!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on February 08, 2007, 12:40:56 pm
Truman, I've been meaning to ask you.. ¿Hablas español?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 08, 2007, 03:54:05 pm
Me hablo muy poco español, y muy malo español. Me no ha falta mucho para casarmie.

mi amiga, Lourdes, a Mexico, D.F., a trabajo con mi, Mi hablo a Lourdes:

"Lourdes, te busca aligne aqui abajo!" pero mi hablo:

"Lourdes, te busca aligne aqui carajo!"

(And it just goes down hill from there)

Last night we were leaving our favorite Mexican resturant and the Manager tell me: "Buenos Nochies" and I told him:

"Vaya Con Huevos!"
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on February 08, 2007, 04:05:26 pm
Me hablo muy poco español, y muy malo español. Me no ha falta mucho para casarmie.

mi amiga, Lourdes, a Mexico, D.F., a trabajo con mi, Mi hablo a Lourdes:

"Lourdes, te busca aligne aqui abajo!" pero mi hablo:

"Lourdes, te busca aligne aqui carajo!"

(And it just goes down hill from there)

Last night we were leaving our favorite Mexican resturant and the Manager tell me: "Buenos Nochies" and I told him:

"Vaya Con Huevos!"

Really Truman. The carajo and the vaya con huevos are terms you understand spell perfectly! LOL
It is funny. I have two cousins who were born and raised in New York City. One of them speaks spanish very well, the other one not so well but she has not problems when it comes to bad words. LOL
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 08, 2007, 04:10:47 pm
At one time I could say mierda in like 6 lanuarges. In the the native american language of Wintu it is Chanis. They only have 30 speakers, but I know THAT word.

My mind is in the gutter... :-\
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 08, 2007, 04:15:07 pm
Lourdes also taught me whenever I see a group of Spanish speaking women I should point to myself and say: "Soy Caliente" and they always bust out laughing. I have no idea why.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on February 08, 2007, 04:30:53 pm
Lourdes also taught me whenever I see a group of Spanish speaking women I should point to myself and say: "Soy Caliente" and they always bust out laughing. I have no idea why.

It means: I'm hot! but it really sounds kinda ridiculous to say it in Spanish. I don't know why.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on February 08, 2007, 04:32:03 pm
It means: I'm hot! but it really sounds kinda ridiculous to say it in Spanish. I don't know why.

We know this... ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on February 08, 2007, 09:54:19 pm


   Well im on my knees asking for ablutions for taking so long to
get in here and say hello...I have read some of the things you
have put in here, and think of all the fun and interesting things
that i have missed over the months. 
    The story about the dog,,,is so great..You have a way of writing
that i dearly love.  You come through, like a warm breath of
fresh air on a winter day..  I can say i will be checking in on a
regular basis now however...i had read some small bit from you
before,, but now i love you....                      in a non threatening and older straight woman way...                       janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 09, 2007, 01:25:26 pm
Well I love you too friend. I hope I will have some time to write a bit this afternoon. ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 09, 2007, 04:08:54 pm
If i could save time in a bottle
the first thing that i'd like to do
is save every day 'til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you..

Janice I just love those lyrics, always have since I saw that TV move 30 some years ago where the young mother had cancer and was dying...Sunshine, I think? Haunting words.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on February 09, 2007, 04:27:50 pm
If i could save time in a bottle
the first thing that i'd like to do
is save every day 'til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you..

Janice I just love those lyrics, always have since I saw that TV move 30 some years ago where the young mother had cancer and was dying...Sunshine, I think? Haunting words.
The movie you're thinking of seems to have been called "She Lives!", and was first aired on television in 1973. Here is the link to this production's IMDb page:

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070683/ (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070683/)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on February 11, 2007, 11:48:06 pm
Truman, I love the brick.  I'm going to come see it sometime this year.  :)

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 12, 2007, 11:51:59 am
Oh do, we'll make a field trip out of it! ;D

I read the most wonderful article in Redneck Today magazine last night, about what to do with your old satellite dish,  make a bird feeder out of it:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 12, 2007, 12:34:17 pm
Redneck Today magazine
:o :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on February 12, 2007, 01:17:17 pm
And what they got was a bunch of bent cardboard...Hehehehe

       Lovely brick.  Lovely face.  Lovely eyes.  Lovelier idea.. that is

   just plain...did i say lovely..                              janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 14, 2007, 12:51:33 pm
So this good friend of mine asks me to go with her to deliver a teddy bear to her 13 year old son's girlfriend of the week for Valentines day. He did not want to be embarrassed by having his Mamma deliver it.

So. mission accomplished we go thru the drive in to get a couple of cokes and the car hop woman, a frazzled old hippy, brung them out and asked how we were doing.

"Fine and you?"

"I'll be fine when I get rid of this infection."

OMG, what is this woman doing handling food? I managed to contain myself until we had pulled away and then busted out laughing.  :o
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on February 14, 2007, 12:53:35 pm
Was she the girlfriend du jour?  I hope to hell not.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lumière on February 14, 2007, 01:52:01 pm
Hey Truman,

I received your stamps yesterday!  :D
Cheers mate! ..
And ..
You sure have big hands!   :P
Thank you!  :)

~M
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 14, 2007, 02:19:20 pm
Oh Milli, you flatter me! :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 14, 2007, 02:20:27 pm
Was she the girlfriend du jour?  I hope to hell not.

Nah, the girlfriend du jour is in the 7th grade.  :laugh:
Title: Joe is Coming!
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 21, 2007, 12:37:25 pm
I had the most wonderful news yesterday, my friend Joe who posts here ocassionally as essefjoe will be paying me a visit in less than a month. Woo-Who! Hope it will be warmer by then, so the mountains won't be in the friggin' cold all the time.  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on February 21, 2007, 12:39:24 pm
Good for you.  Saying a silent prayer that Springs gets here soon.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 21, 2007, 04:27:25 pm
It is uncommonly warm here today, I have rode around with the windows down, everone will be sick this weekend probably.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on February 21, 2007, 04:30:25 pm
It is uncommonly warm here today, I have rode around with the windows down, everone will be sick this weekend probably.
Enjoying a balmy, spring-like day in central Texas, as well. Brilliant blue sky and a delicious sun-kissed quality to the air. It's nice, but making me want to take a nap (and I'm still at work!).
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 25, 2007, 05:38:50 pm
Friday evening I stopped by a friends house for a drink, it was about 6:40 in the evening when I was leaving, pausing on the front porch as she smoked a cig we notes the light still in the sky and the mildness of the evening.

"I can feel it coming" she said.

"I can too, can't wait for it to get here." I replied.

This time of year, when warmer weather approaches, it seems like the most wonderful thing there ever was. Like somehow your going to be 18 again and riding in a car down a tree lined road by moon light, to park next to the lake and gaze at the stars, or not.  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on February 25, 2007, 06:06:56 pm

This time of year, when warmer weather approaches, it seems like the most wonderful thing there ever was. Like somehow your going to be 18 again and riding in a car down a tree lined road by moon light, to park next to the lake and gaze at the stars, or not.  ;D


Oh Truman, you are such a beautiful romantic.......what a wonderful way to describe the weather.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 26, 2007, 11:50:53 am
Ah, romance....(long pause as he stares off into the distance and smiles a little)

Sunday was one of those days you would just like to stay in bed all day.

It was cold and rainy and wet outside. I was curled up in bed near noon when my phone rang with a number I thought looked familar so I answered it. It was Lisa, with the promised phone call from Bay City. She was sitting at a table full of friends, all wishing I were there. What could be nicer?

So nice to hear their voices, hear of their exploits, of their plans. Judy and Chris who I never hear from enough, happy with the moment, and then almost when I think this dream has ended I hear a voice: "This is Front Ranger" (OMG, she sounds just like I imagined!) How I wish I was there, why was it I could not be now, I can't seem to remember.

The day progresses and me with it. The lunch at Wendy's, the open house and the pull down stairs, my mothers stained glass project, Moby my company on the ride home to the snug futon.

As I drift away I see her wavey hair under her black cowgirl hat, she turns, flashing her smile, they are arm in arm, trudging thru the snow, their way lit by the Marquee.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on February 26, 2007, 04:48:15 pm
the light still in the sky and the mildness of the evening.
:)    Mmmm, yeah. The days are noticeably longer these last couple of weeks. I'm gambling we won't get another freeze this spring!    :o   I have lots of impatiens (   ::) :laugh:  ) that come up volunteer along with the plants I bring in, so I planted a buch of them in the ground!

I've put most of the potted plants back outside so they can enjoy the sunshine and the rain!         :D    They get so much stronger out in the real weather.  Tell Bob his lemon tree is all full of flowers and honeybees. Hundreds of flowers!!    :D   And I know you're looking forward to your calamondins!!    :laugh: :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 27, 2007, 12:20:04 pm
Thanks to global woarming, I am having impatents coming up wild in my flowerbed. How about posting a pic of that Calamondon tree in bloom? Should be lots of things blooming in the mountains still in May!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on February 28, 2007, 09:55:12 pm
Tonight's youtube recomendations:

Hank Williams, Sr. on the Kate Smith Show, 23 April 1952:

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on March 01, 2007, 10:22:29 am
My dad loved Hank Williams, and he often used to get out his guitar and sing his songs for us............I remeber many many years ago, going to see the movie of Hank's Life, and dad walking out ot the cinema, crying.

I have downloaded many of Hank's songs, and every time I listen to them, I think of my dad.

I will definately go have a look at the you tube you mentioned.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 02, 2007, 11:29:12 am
I love Hank Williams, Sr., he lived one of those James Dean type existances, wrote and sang some hauntingly beautiful songs and passed into legend. He died from an overdose and/or the effects of them in the back seat of a car being driven by an underaged, unlicensed driver. when he arrived in Oak Hill, West Virginia in the wee hours of 1 January 1953 they found him dead in the back seat, they don't even know where he died.

That is amazing that your father shared the same admiration for him. He had good taste. The Kate Smith Show I have heard about for years, it might have been the only time he was on TV, it seems to be the only video footage you ever see of him. When I found it on youtube I cried. 

 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on March 02, 2007, 08:03:56 pm
Sang for WSM, eh?  In HIV prevention that means "women who have sex with men."      ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 05, 2007, 11:44:04 am
Sang for WSM, eh?  In HIV prevention that means "women who have sex with men."      ;D

Ain't that a hoot! Next time I am at the Opryland Hotel I will stop by the station and ask them if they know that. :-*
Title: Lunar Eclipse
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 05, 2007, 11:45:04 am
I had been feeling the past few days that I was out of touch with things. I had in mind that if I just slowed down and relaxed the feeling would pass, take in the blooming daffodils, buy a coconut for my squirrel, pick up the twigs in the back yard.

How had I not heard there was going to be an eclipse of the moon Saturday evening? I had seen it grow fuller and fuller all week. Had I not agreed to go with him to the store, well then he would have seen it first. Up thru the branches, the moon was not full, the stars were out, huh? "Is there supposed to be an eclipse tonight?!?"

We ran out to the end of the driveway, like we were going to miss it. Out past the branches of the trees the big two thirds of the white orb, I could sense the horror primitive peoples felt when they saw such. Would they have prayed, chanted, made an offering?

We whipped out our cell phones and started calling people: Quick, go outside and look at the moon!

Maybe it is a sign I am coming back in touch with the world around me.
Title: Re: Lunar Eclipse
Post by: Scott6373 on March 05, 2007, 11:54:17 am
Maybe it is a sign I am coming back in touch with the world around me.

Something tells me, that you have not been out of touch with world around you.  The observations you have made, are hidden from most people these days.  It takes a special pair of eyes to see what you've seen.

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on March 05, 2007, 12:26:21 pm


I agree with scott about your being very much in touch.  And will
agre with Katie also,, My parents were huge Hank Williams fans as
well.  Especially my dad.. There may be something particularly in him that appeals to the men, he was the Elvis of his time...
                                                                    Janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on March 05, 2007, 12:47:07 pm
As we were having our full moon chat on Saturday, we were wondering if anyone would have the opportunity to see the eclispse. Everyone on the chat had cloudy weather. That's great that you saw it! The full moon definitely has an effect on me.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 05, 2007, 03:32:55 pm
Yeah, I think I do see a fair amount with my heart, but it is kind of a lonely way sometimes. Sometimes what the heart sees is troubling.

Saturday I threw a load of clothes in the washer and went back to bed and slept almost all day. A beautiful day that I know I will wish I had back, but I just couldn't go out and do anything. I wanted to sleep. Sunday was no different. I had breakfast with my mother and went home and went back to bed, but man the dreams I had!

I think part of me thrives on the craziness of my job, and I was almost happy to get back to it today. We are putting up a booth for a local Chamber of Commerce Trade Show and I needed to run to the hardward superstore to get some bolts. I was wearing my Jack Nasty ball cap trying to figure out what I needed when the store musack stared up:

"No combination of words I could write on the back of a postcard...." which I instantly recognized from BBM Radio. I just started smililing and swinging my head like Stevie Wonder and danced a little jig right there in the aisle. I attracted a bit of attention from the Carhartt wearing construction types, I just looked at them and said "Hellyeah, Monday, I love it!"
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 05, 2007, 08:51:53 pm
Tonights youtube recomendation, the wonderful Emmylou, Mary Black, Iris Dement, and some other fine folks:

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Title: Re: Lunar Eclipse
Post by: Wayne on March 06, 2007, 04:49:33 pm
buy a coconut for my squirrel
???  Is that some kinda inuendo?   :laugh:

P.S. I missed the eclipse - didn't hear about it till the next day -  so I was hoping it wasn't visible from here!!    :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 06, 2007, 10:22:22 pm
It is the best thing in the world if you have a squirrel around your house at you bird feeder, get a coconut, crack it open, enjoy the coconut, the only fruit that has cholesterol, and put the husks out in the feeder.

The squirrels f'ing LOVE coconut, they have a great time with them husks. I read about it in Redneck Today.

(I know Lisa you warned me about this and I know better)

Donald Trump really pissed me off the other night when he fired that guy for identifying himself as white trash. I'm like if that is how he sees himself I would be more innerested in why than just to knee jerk react and fire him, sweep his ass under the carpet.

Anna Nicole comes to mind as well. I mean I have seen some things in my 4 decades, but where she went, still amazes me.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on March 07, 2007, 09:34:15 am
Donald Trump really pissed me off the other night when he fired that guy for identifying himself as white trash. I'm like if that is how he sees himself I would be more innerested in why than just to knee jerk react and fire him, sweep his ass under the carpet.


Well,  Donald Trump might be rich but to me he is in some ways a white trash. I can't stand the man.

ps. Did you get my response to your pm?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 07, 2007, 12:45:22 pm
Yes and I apolgize for not getting back with you. It makes sense that the dialect around Madrid would be the one exported easiest to the new world.

A couple of years ago the police in my area when out to investigate an armed robbery at a Tienda and the man who was robbed described the robber as hispanic, with a Honduran accent. The police looked at one another "a Honduran Accent?!?" it opened up new worlds to them.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on March 07, 2007, 02:06:03 pm
Yes and I apolgize for not getting back with you. It makes sense that the dialect around Madrid would be the one exported easiest to the new world.

A couple of years ago the police in my area when out to investigate an armed robbery at a Tienda and the man who was robbed described the robber as hispanic, with a Honduran accent. The police looked at one another "a Honduran Accent?!?" it opened up new worlds to them.

Native English speaking people can't usually tell between a Mexican and a Puerto Rican for example when it comes to the accent. I can understand if someone can't tell between a Puerto Rican and a Venezuelan given that our accent are very similar. But Mexicans have a very distintic accent and so do the Hondurans. It's funny because even with my disability I can tell between them and also between a British and an American, even by reading the lips. British, for example, pronounce the T in a very distintic way. Perhaps it is because I've been exposed to the American accent for a long period of time. However, I cannot diferentiate between the irish accent and the british, even though everyone says they very different.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 07, 2007, 03:19:59 pm
I didn't know you had a disability, may have missed that somewhere.

We have an agent in our office who is an old school Massachusetts native, the kind who would say: "Phark tha' Khar in the Gherage" even after 42 years of living in Virginia. He went out showing a house to a woman who olny lip reads and she said "Where are you from?!?!"

I can tell the difference betwixt the Brits and the Irish speaking the same language, and I can tell the difference between somefrom Brasil speaking English and a Spanish speaker, but I cannot differentiate between Spanish speakers or those with Germanic languages like Dutch and Danish. 

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on March 07, 2007, 06:10:28 pm
I didn't know you had a disability, may have missed that somewhere.


Well, some people know but I'm not really sure who does and who doesn't. I have a neurosensorial hearing loss. In my case (not everyone's case is the same) when I have my hearing aids on I can hear almost all the low pitch sounds but I have trouble indentifying some, especially the ones I'm not familiar with. However, I have little or no hearing for high pitch, which gives me trouble understading speech sometimes. I tend to have more trouble with the English language because I can't tell the difference between some sounds. For example, sh, ch and z. I pronounce the s and the ch because I was taught when I was a kid. But the z is pronounced different in Spanish (in Puerto Rico like an s, in Spain like th) , and the sh does not exist in the language.

So my inability to make those sounds properly makes it hard for some people to understand me when I speak English. However, I'm told that I speak quite normally (in Spanish that is) and people usually can't tell I'm hard of hearing until I make a mistake or fail to understand something, or my hearing aids are showing (I have long hair). 

So, in that sense I function quite normally during conversations but the type of problem I have is not very well known or understood. When I say what? what comes into people's mind is she didn't hear me, and tend to yell, holler or move lips very very slow and that actually makes it worse for me. I always explain how it works with me. Some people get it, some others don't. Also, some sound amplifier devices don't work for me either. It's hard to explain. I need to see to understand.

My audiologist says I am a great lip reader. I think  that's because I like looking at people's mouths and faces. This has made a few men think that I'm in love with them, but that's not usually the case. I'm usually just reading their lips.  :-\

But well, it makes my life a little harder sometimes but I don't let that get to me. After all everyone has some kind of shit to deal with. I think bad attitudes are the worse kind of disability.

I don't mind talking about it, so if you have any question, feel free to ask, really.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 08, 2007, 09:04:06 am
I so agree with you about bad attitudes being a disability. I encounter many people daily shackled by them.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 08, 2007, 10:03:29 pm
This just in from the Department o' Nostalgia:



Good ole' Flipper!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 10, 2007, 03:19:47 pm
Spring is in the air, and as I promised Lee I will post some pix of my native plants as they come up. Yesterday I saw my first Blue Bell Bloom:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 10, 2007, 03:21:05 pm
And for Wayne, my Mrs. Twist Iris is poppin' up, hope the deer leave it alone:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 14, 2007, 11:24:19 am
Yesterday was a rough day at work, one of those days that make you question why you even bother getting out of bed.

I have been a realtor for over 7 years now, and to say I am burnt out on it would be an understatement. My market area has been depress ever since I got into it, and has consistantly had the highest unemployment rate in the state, and is about to go up again.

The past few years I have been doing property management, which amounts to being a Nanny for landlords who don;t want to be the fall guy demanding rent from deadbeat tenants. Sixteen hours of continuing education due by December, I have started entertaining the fantasy I will just let my license expire and move on to something else. What I have no idea. I have had many careers and will hopefully have a few more. This is the longest I have stuck with any of them.

But who knows......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on March 14, 2007, 12:04:42 pm
Thanks, Truman! It's great to see that iris sprout!! I might be seeing a few Spring Beauties around my house this weekend and maybe a start on the Columbine!!

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on March 15, 2007, 08:07:08 pm
Yesterday was a rough day at work, one of those days that make you question why you even bother getting out of bed.

I have been a realtor for over 7 years now, and to say I am burnt out on it would be an understatement. My market area has been depress ever since I got into it, and has consistantly had the highest unemployment rate in the state, and is about to go up again.

The past few years I have been doing property management, which amounts to being a Nanny for landlords who don;t want to be the fall guy demanding rent from deadbeat tenants. Sixteen hours of continuing education due by December, I have started entertaining the fantasy I will just let my license expire and move on to something else. What I have no idea. I have had many careers and will hopefully have a few more. This is the longest I have stuck with any of them.

But who knows......
     Awww sweetie, i was saddened to read your post about your chosen field of employment.  It
seems to be the way of the economy for the Republican encumbancy.  I hate to blame yet another, ugly thing on the Reps. but i have observed, in my history.  Which is longer than I care to
tell.  The economy is always bad when they are in office.  It has been happening since the Eisenhower years. I was too young to even vote then, but i remember well the way of the depressed economy.. It seems also the only way they have to try and fix it.  Is to start a war, of one kind or another. 
     Naturally the war machine has to be rebuilt. and making jobs more plentiful.  I may be wrong, I dont think so however.  It has repeated this pattern too many times by my own observation. 
     I dont know if it will change quickly, but hopefully if we get the Dems in, it will eventually make a difference...    But there are no guarantees....             sorry,,,                     janice 

your flowers are beautiful.  So nature compensates sometimes 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 16, 2007, 01:39:48 pm
In a small town, you have to make your own entertainment:

 8)

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on March 17, 2007, 10:31:33 am
Funny, property management strikes me as an interesting field of employment, especially for a Faulknerian person like you. But that's me romanticizing it. Maybe you should look into doing a similar thing but in a different place, like Wyoming for example!!

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 20, 2007, 03:21:56 pm
A sampling of my day: I cut my phone one Monday morning at 9 AM and have the following messages:

"My drawer guides are completly broke, they need to be replaced, I get my rent in on time, I expect some service!"

"My sister step grandson was killed in a wreck in Atlanta over the weekend so we are headed down there for the funeral, he wasn't but 24 years old, so if you try to call me and I'm not here that's why."

"You remember the woman at Sonic with the yeast infection? Well I rode thru there yesterday and she has located her daughter she gave up for adoption 42 years ago and they are going to be reunited this week!"

"Call me as soon as you can! The doctor says I have Toxoplasmosis from going to that Black History Program in that moldy church basement! You need to wear a face mask when you go in these nasty houses, I have some I will give you that are perscription."

I kid you not, and it was like that all day long.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: RebelWithASmile on March 20, 2007, 08:35:02 pm
I was mad at my mom one day and i went for a walk, and we did nothing but text the entire time. :laugh:


haha! I'm a loser
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on March 20, 2007, 08:46:12 pm
A sampling of my day: I cut my phone one Monday morning at 9 AM and have the following messages:

"My drawer guides are completly broke, they need to be replaced, I get my rent in on time, I expect some service!"

"My sister step grandson was killed in a wreck in Atlanta over the weekend so we are headed down there for the funeral, he wasn't but 24 years old, so if you try to call me and I'm not here that's why."

"You remember the woman at Sonic with the yeast infection? Well I rode thru there yesterday and she has located her daughter she gave up for adoption 42 years ago and they are going to be reunited this week!"

"Call me as soon as you can! The doctor says I have Toxoplasmosis from going to that Black History Program in that moldy church basement! You need to wear a face mask when you go in these nasty houses, I have some I will give you that are perscription."

I kid you not, and it was like that all day long.

I think you are lucky not to be the manager of the building I live in. It'll drive you really crazy, I'm sure!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 23, 2007, 09:23:41 pm
Today, it hit 80 degrees Fahrenheit!  :o Global warming at it best, and it was a beautiful day.

I belong to a group involved with raising finds for the expansion of our local history center. It is a wonderful genealogical library, one of few you will find (http://www.bassetthistoricalcenter.com/). Tomorrow night we are having a fundraiser, a bluegrass and gospel music show at the old high school auditorium. The school, built in 1948,  closed and was sold off a few years ago and the owner is graciously letting us use the auditorium. It did however require cleaning. Lots of it.

Talk about deja vu, a cloudless sunny morning and I climbed those stairs to the front door, it could have been 1966 with little imagination. Inside, past the memorial for the 5 students who died in Vietnam, I was handed my rag and can of Pledge, and headed into the great concrete and wood paneled hall where as a boy I saw and got the autograph of the great Lester Flatt and the Osborne Brothers. The rows of seats covered with graffiti, some of it carved with knives in the days before metal detectors by men who are now Pap-Paws. "Hello Dolls" one seat read, I could not count the initials.

I made a full circle of the room, wiping down the paneling and baseboards, the edge of the stage. There were about a dozen or so other volunteers, all awash in their on memories, of school rivalries, of the band class that practiced on the stage. It is amazing how nasty a place can be when it is shut up.

My pocket rang and I seen it was me friend esseffjoe, so I ducked out into an adjacent court yard to speak to him. The place was a-bloom in forsythia and daffodils. It was like something you would see at an old girls school. I sat on the bench in the warm sun and took it all in.

I will be listening tomorrow night, to the vibrations of the strings, and think of Scott in his performance, best wish to you my friend, and you and you and you!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on March 23, 2007, 09:27:42 pm
It sounds like a very interesting day. Thank you for writing about it. I didn't get to go outside today at all. I missed it so much. Hope you have a good weekend. If you have a minute, join us in chat tomorrow.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 24, 2007, 10:50:38 am
I will try and do that, my, the 24th again.

I saw me first butterfly this morning, a Monarch, flying across the road thru traffic, I always cringe and dodge them. More will be following I am sure, this heat wave is supposed to last thru next Friday.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 27, 2007, 02:33:17 pm
The carhop, I'll call her Lisa, has been having an unravelling, a glorious blooming. Me and the other agents are enjoying it.

You might recall Lisa from earlier posts, a wild middle aged woman who works at a drive Thur fast food joint, bringing food out to the cars, her hair all wild and loud as can be. Always willing to share too much information, she had recently been encumbered by an irritating infection we couldn't believe she was talking about.

Then one day come the news: Lisa was coming out of her closet and announcing to the world she had a daughter she had given up for adoption when she was born, 42 years ago on the 9th of April. She had never had any other children and hoped one day to be reunited with her daughter. Recently she became making inquiries and learned her daughter had recently begun to look for her. All she knows at this point is the woman is local, has some kids of her own. Social Services is working on a meeting betwixt the two in a couple of weeks.

Then the paranoia set in. What if this child of hers had driven thru and been waited on by her, what is she would be looked down upon for being a car hop and a free spirit? It grieved her to think so.

We rode thru this afternoon to grab some lunch and my gawd, she had her hair all done up, her clothes were clean and she was wearing glasses. She looked like someones mother. She looked "respectable". She is still so excited, to learn the child was still alive, to have the opportunity to explain to her that her parents would not let her keep her daughter; "I hope she is not mad at me" she said, with that look in her eyes of a lost pet on the road.

"Surely not" I told her. "She wouldn't have been looking for you if she was" and I wondered if in her exuberance to tell the world she might tell the one person she gave birth to on 9 April 1965. I am hopeful for her, I am caught up in her drama. I am emotionally investing in the outcome of this situation. It feels good.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on March 28, 2007, 10:07:01 pm
Hey Shakes! Hope you're having a good evenin!  Hope everything works out great for the lady with the yeast infection ...    :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 28, 2007, 10:23:32 pm
It is off to DC this weekend. I am meeting up with Lynne and we are gonna join Wulf and hopefully Dee in D.C., hee, hee, that rhymes.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 28, 2007, 10:24:59 pm
I woke up this mornin' so convinced I knew who that adopted daughter was I went to the court house this morning and looked up her marriage license. She was four month to the day too young.  ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on March 29, 2007, 10:31:07 am
Have a great 'n safe trip!      :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on March 29, 2007, 10:33:13 am
It is off to DC this weekend. I am meeting up with Lynne and we are gonna join Wulf and hopefully Dee in D.C., hee, hee, that rhymes.

Bye darlin' have a good and safe trip.  Take pictures!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on March 29, 2007, 11:11:30 am
What a great story about Lisa. I hope they connect by her birthday!!

Keep us posted.

Say hi to our buddies and take pics!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 30, 2007, 11:18:06 am
Well, this afternoon is the ribbon cutting for the new museum, and it may prove to be an interesting event.

Yesterday's newspaper carried and article that a group of 20-30 people had obtained a permit for a protest there this afternoon in support of a former employee, a man named Michael Moore, who has brought action against them claiming he was fired because he is gay. It is the first I have heard of the case, perhaps I will have a chance to meet him, or learn more about it.

Yesterday held a wonderful experience for me also. An acquaintance who is an African American gentleman asked to meet with me to compare notes on our ancestry. We learned we are third cousins, he being descended from a relative who was a confederate veteran, a man who never married but fathered two large African American families in his community. I was so tickled to know this I told everyone I could. 

It is shaping up to be a wonderful spring, and tomorrow I get to see Lynne and Wulf in D.C.!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on March 30, 2007, 02:12:37 pm
   Give them both a hug from me, too.  You three are some of the brokies that i would love to

have met when i was way down east last week....Have a great time.  And like Scott said,

take lots of pictures....                                                                  janice


Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on March 30, 2007, 10:48:47 pm
Where was you way down east? And is your picture over on Scott's blog?
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on March 31, 2007, 10:09:07 pm

   Yep im on there, as bad as i hate to say so, and two of the worst pictures I have ever taken as well...but that is how it is later in life...im not 19 anymore...          But my grandaughter is, at least for another week..
   We went there, and had a wonderful 6 days, and met up with some wonderful people.  We saw some beautiful places, and faces.  And contrary to the early notices, the people were absolutely warm, and friendly..  Just wish you could have been there too....         good luck this weekend, and have a wonderful time with your dear brokie fellows...                                 janice
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Post by: karen1129 on March 31, 2007, 10:12:28 pm
I want to see a picture of Trument !! :)

Karen
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on April 01, 2007, 05:55:23 pm
Hey, Linda! Watch where you're slinging those coffee filters!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 02, 2007, 02:40:30 pm


   Hey there fella, yoo hoo,,,where are them pitures....anxiously waiting.

                                                                                    janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 02, 2007, 04:36:16 pm
OMG, that is better, never thought I would have to have an exorcism, but my gawd, that Linda Higgins demon was too much!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 02, 2007, 04:44:29 pm
 :)   Hey buddy! Y'all back from DC or what? Hope you had / are having a great trip!!       :D
 
Tell us more about the museum?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 02, 2007, 05:16:37 pm

    So share Truman.  Waiting to hear all the dishy bits about your visit to DC.  How was the museum, and how were all the compatriots..??
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 02, 2007, 10:08:37 pm
I am working on it, man it was a whirl wind of a day. I headed out in the wrong direction on the beltway and ended up driving down 95 to Richmond, which was okay, it leads to Rt 360 to South Boston, which is without a doubt THE BORINGIST DAMN ROAD IN THE COMMONWEALTH OF VIRGINIA.  I;ll have to recover and post  my thoughts and pix tomorrow. I had a wonderful time with Rico and Laura. We saw the ruby slippers! I wonder if Adrain would ever donate the horse to the Smithsonian. ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 03, 2007, 10:15:13 pm
I think it is a wonderful thing to be able to get in a car and drive to the capitol of the country in which you live. It is a luxury I have not taken full advantage of. When Wulfar (aka Rico Suave) mention back in January he and his friend Laura were going to go to Washington, D.C. at the end of March, I told him I would meet them there.

Now Lynne was going too, but her ankle came unscrewed. She will have to tell you about that, if we ever hear from her again because methinks, maybe, she might be in love, or at least serious lust. But that is another story.

Rick and Laura had already been there two days when I arrived on Saturday and were old hands at the Metro system, not to mention the traffic. Laura, who was not quite 4 months old when I turned 20, drove her Toyota Echo like a bat out of hell to the New Carrollton, Maryland, Metro Station where we boarded the capsule that took us into and under the city, depositing us at the Smithsonian Station. I felt almost giddy with excitement as we ascended the escalator onto the national mall. An overcast Saturday afternoon, the sidewalks clogged with people, the air and trees littered with kites and the trash cans over flowing with trash. it was like a great circus, in which the audience was also the performers.

I had forgotten how the ground on the mall undulates, in my mind it is always flat. We climbed the hill to the Washington Monument, the last tix of the day having already been sold, dodging the kite flyers we made our way to the World War 2 Memorial, a broad space of granite and brass and flowing water that cannot be used for wading or  as a repository for pocket change, going against hundreds of years of common practice. "If I had to be homeless" I told them, "I would want to be homeless in Washington" there are plenty of steam grates, plenty of tourists with disposable pocket change, and the neighborhood!

We meandered over to the Vietnam Memorial, pausing to gage the merits of some of the more mobile local scenery. Pausing at the memorial statue of the Vietman Nurses I told them all about the one on the back side who was looking, eternally, for a lost contact while the other two comforted the dying and looked for incoming choppers. They did not know this, so I happily shared more of my knowledge of D.C. folklore with them, for instance: The Lincoln Memorial was built like a cage in case the giant statue of Abraham Lincoln inside ever came to life he would be unable to escape and terrorize the city. Same with the Jefferson Memorial. With the FDR memorial they did not have to worry about an animated statue coming to life as much because he would still be in a wheel chair and they made all the exit ramps too small for him to escape.

The cherry trees on the Tidal Basin, as well as everywhere else in the area, where in full bloom, which had brung on the tourists. One of those wonderful times when you hear every language being spoken and you feel compelled to walk up to strangers and communicate Thur a motion of your hand you are willing to take their group photo so they don't have to photo shop the photographer in once they get home. I also saw the highest numbered school bus of my lifetime so far: #2300.

There was no late night partying for us, we were exhausted and in bed by 10:30. The folowing day we took the Metro back into town to the L'Enfant Plaza station in order to visit the Air and Space Museum. The plaza was named after the Frenchman who laid out the grid pattern of streets in the District, and of whom them only exitsting image of is a single silhouette. Personally I am not sure if the man was a genius of totally insane.

The Air and Space Museum holds two of my most favorite objects in the entire world: Charles Lindberg's Spirit of Saint Louis and the Wright Brother's Flayer, the first heaver than air craft to fly. I can remember seeing them the first time I ever went to Washington, as a brat of 9. They were suspended from the ceiling of a different building then.

One of the other Smithsonian museums was closed for renovation at the time so part of its exhibits were moved to a section of the second floor of Air and Space, and it was a treat in itself. Standing in line we solemnly filed past the Ruby Slippers, the shoes Dorothy claimed from the wicked witch o' the east when her house landed on her. (hence the connection to Air and Space) There was R2D2 and C3PO, a Stradivarius, The remains of an Oak tree, shot to death in the American Civil War, Patsy Cline's Blouse, George Washington's coat, The quilt panel of Roger Gail Lyon, who testified on 2 August 1982: "I CAME HERE TODAY TO ASK THAT THIS NATION WITH ALL ITS RESOURCES AND COMPASSION NOT LET MY EPITHAPH READ HE DIED OF RED TAPE". I was so glad to see that there, many people who would otherwise not ever see a panel of the AIDS Quilt got to see that one, a profound statement.

And just the bazaar arrangement of stuff, in the last cabinet before we exited the room was  1. Jerry Seinfeld's Puffy Shirt; 2. Mr. Roger's red sweater; 3. Archie Bunker's chair; and, 4. The manacles worn by LaVar Burton in the TV Miniseries Roots. All of those artifacts meant so much to me for so many different reasons and here they all were, lumped together like the national treasure.

We briefly went into the Museum of the American Indian, where the gift shop had bracelets that were mystically connected with the previous days' yellow school bus ($2,300.00) and I highly recommend visiting there, but plan to stay all day. They do not have the ruby slippers, but they do have the ruby sneakers.

Continuing on up the Mall toward the capitol building I noticed there was an on going protest against circumcision, which I enthusiastically related to my companions as soon as I could get it out of my mouth. It was to say the least, the photo op of the entire trip. It was also a wonderful balance betwixt the serious nature of their message and total juvenile guffawing. The photo of the baby being circumcised was a powerful thing, something that should be on a billboard everywhere. It really strengthened my resolve to oppose the practice, and I successfully ignored the devil on my shoulder that sought to make me a victim. I have spent too long over coming the burdens of living to take on another one at this point in my life. What is done is done and I am not going to grieve over what I never missed. Still, seeing that screaming baby and thinking that was me one made me shudder.

And why on earth they didn't have the protest at the Washington Monument I cannot understand, it would have been much more effective.

As we meandered up to the capitol itself I pointed to the now blocked off steps where on the evening of 11 November 1985, I sat with my college friends Marty, and Cherokee now living in Hawaii and Masa, a Japanese national whose whereabouts are unknown, and enjoyed a joint while the sun when down. No one bothered us, there is the center of things. I thought of Flight 93, and how different it would be had those passanger es and crew not stopped that plane. Bless their souls.

We followed the trail over to Union Station, where we saw a Duck Boat tour, I didn't know they had those in DC, I bet that would be fun. There we got back on the Metro and went to DuPont Circle, the gay center of D.C. (in fact in sted of being AC/DC, DuPont Circle is D.C., D.C.).

While there I received a call from another Brockie from the Cullen Board that Lynne was hopeful we would meet up with, but he was unable to do so having just returned from France. I also had to call the office to help locate a key, said call being made difficult by a passing fire engine with it's siren blaring. I finally had to put the office on hold and scream at the passing vehicle "EXCUSE ME, I AM ON THE PHONE !!!" Oh it is so wonderful being in the midst of people who don't know you and whom you will never see again, the only thing making it better is having a few buds along to appreciate it. I felt so in love with life at that moment. I even engaged the timid Scientologists to answer their three questions I never bothered to find out why they were asking. (I thought of Annie Proulx at that moment, we were robbed!). 

Lambda Rising Books I drug them into, one of the oldest gay bookstores in the country. We got us some trinkets and I found me a new book to read: "Dear Boy" 2,000 years of gay love letters, it looks interesting. Problem with books is they don't read themselves.

Rick and Laura were patient with me, the old hipster trying to remember how to be cool. I may be getting too old to take off on a lark like that, but I know one thing, next year I will be older. I am so glad they decided to go there, and let me come along, to walk in the footsteps of Jeb and Dash, and all those before and since.

And this is what comes next, this is what grows from the legacy of Jack and Ennis, people, real people, coming together and having adventures. The time of sadness and grief have ended, the time of joy and spring has returned and with it the smiling faces of two friends with pierec ed ears, in a little car going too fast on the interstate, or maybe Laura, not fast enough?
 
   
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on April 03, 2007, 10:58:45 pm
Thanks, Truman.  I love reading your stream-of-consciousness.  :-*

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I even engaged the timid Scientologists to answer their three questions I never bothered to find out why they were asking. (I thought of Annie Proulx at that moment, we were robbed!)

And I love that I got that without even having to think hard.  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on April 03, 2007, 11:22:59 pm
thanks for the recount truman  cant wait til we can spend some more time together
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 04, 2007, 02:46:38 pm
I"m looking forward to that too, come on down and we'll go get my hair cut! ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 04, 2007, 04:37:56 pm
 :D   Love the story and the great pix!!!      :D

CIRCUMCISION DECREASES SENSATION    right in front of the Capitol bldg....     :D :laugh:

An' hey Wulfie!!!       :D :-* :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 04, 2007, 05:45:27 pm



  Dont cut too much,,,you look like such a little boy with that hair...
And I agree with Meryl...That was a wonderful tale ...you made us feel like we were there too..It sounds absolutely wonderful...i particularly felt near, during the viet nam memorial part...I remember my brother going there.  He couldnt even talk about it when he returned....thank you so much.................janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on April 04, 2007, 08:52:35 pm
duno i think his hair looks best when short but im  going to try and  head truman's way during the summer time   =_)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 05, 2007, 04:06:09 pm
When wulf comes to town...

Janice I first went to the Vietnam Memorial on Veterans day, 1985, it was the largest silent crowd I have ever been in. The monument had only been open about 3 years at that point and it was all so raw, the emotion was palatable. It just felt like an over whleming crush of sadness but me and my friends (this was before we got stoned on the capitol steps) could not tear ourselves away. I think now it was because we were witnessing healing.

It is not quite the same when I go there now, of course I didn;t go on a holliday, but the tourists are still respectful. Its a strange feeling being confronted by all those names, knowing each represents a life ended, and as you read then you see your reflection in the stone and of course that reminds me I am older than any of those names got to be.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 05, 2007, 04:19:34 pm
   My brother was the communications officer, for Ben Hoa airbase.  Many of the names listed there, he knew of and knew personally.  And he had some part in the notification of the deaths, and injuries to
loved ones, and families....It was such and experience he couldnt even discuss it...
   To many people that go to that monument...It is a work of art.  To others, it is a place where a loved one is recognized...However to he, and others that were there... in Viet Nam,   It is faces, and real men they knew, and cared about....I guess in a certain way,,,that is what is great about it...It is something different to everyone that visits it.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on April 05, 2007, 09:19:32 pm
when wulf comes to town? whta =P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 05, 2007, 11:12:07 pm
I received word tonite from my Cherokee friend in Hawai'i that their daughter, born last week, had to be airlifted to Oahu for a variety of strange problems. Her name is Maya Olivia. If you would keep her in your thoughts I would appreciate it very much.  :'( :(
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: wulfar360 on April 06, 2007, 01:13:51 am
ill be thinkin of her truman and sending mucho good thoughts her way
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 02:05:37 pm
I will be thinking of your friends Truman.     :-\

Well, this morning I was thinking of that song "Friend of the devil" you had on CD up in WV... looked it up on the internets and found this

http://arts.ucsc.edu/gdead/agdl/fotd.html#title

and this

http://www.hunterarchive.com/files/newjournal/56journal_2006.html

Robert Hunter, the guy who wrote it writes like you, kinda.     :)

Check out his story "Curvature" on 8.04.06

"Have you ever noticed that the oceans and the Great Lakes appear motionless from the air? You can see waves but they seem frozen. This is a verifiable fact as anyone flying over big bodies of water can attest. Why is nothing ever said of it? Because it goes to show that what is real up close is something else altogether from a distance."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 04:18:21 pm
And now I'm *finally* catching up with one of my favorite blogs around these parts!

..."I hope she is not mad at me" she said, with that look in her eyes of a lost pet on the road.

"Surely not" I told her. "She wouldn't have been looking for you if she was" and I wondered if in her exuberance to tell the world she might tell the one person she gave birth to on 9 April 1965. I am hopeful for her, I am caught up in her drama. I am emotionally investing in the outcome of this situation. It feels good.

You've got us all invested in this story too, Truman - keep us posted as things develop.  You sure do have a gift for knowing the right thing to say.  I'm sure you gave her some much-needed reassurance...I can't imagine how traumatic that would be...It's just two days until 4/9 - maybe they'll have a birthday reunion?!!

Well, this afternoon is the ribbon cutting for the new museum, and it may prove to be an interesting event.
...
Yesterday held a wonderful experience for me also. An acquaintance who is an African American gentleman asked to meet with me to compare notes on our ancestry. We learned we are third cousins, he being descended from a relative who was a confederate veteran, a man who never married but fathered two large African American families in his community. I was so tickled to know this I told everyone I could.

How was the ribbon-cutting?  Were the protesters there?  I think it's terrific that you and your acquaintance have a common ancestor - very neat news, indeed!!  I wish I had my family tree traced back further.  I'm particulary interested in my maternal grandmother's side (Cherokee), but it seems to get trickier with the women, best I can tell....one day, one day...

Now Lynne was going too, but her ankle came unscrewed. She will have to tell you about that, if we ever hear from her again because methinks, maybe, she might be in love, or at least serious lust. But that is another story.

 ::) :o :o ;D 8)

You are incorrigible!!  It goes without saying that I'm going to put a lot of thought in how to get you back for this one!  :-*

Rico Suave, eh? I'm loving it!  That's a perfect moniker for wulfie!!!  :laugh:

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The quilt panel of Roger Gail Lyon, who testified on 2 August 1982: "I CAME HERE TODAY TO ASK THAT THIS NATION WITH ALL ITS RESOURCES AND COMPASSION NOT LET MY EPITHAPH READ HE DIED OF RED TAPE". I was so glad to see that there, many people who would otherwise not ever see a panel of the AIDS Quilt got to see that one, a profound statement.

Very very neat - I'm really sorry I missed that one.  I have yet to see the quilt.

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And why on earth they didn't have the protest at the Washington Monument I cannot understand, it would have been much more effective.

Excellent point, friend.  I am also 100% opposed to this.  If I'm ever fortunate enough to have a child - 'no freakin way.'

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And this is what comes next, this is what grows from the legacy of Jack and Ennis, people, real people, coming together and having adventures.

Well said.  I sure missed out.  It sounds completely wonderful!  Next time, next time...

I received word tonite from my Cherokee friend in Hawai'i that their daughter, born last week, had to be airlifted to Oahu for a variety of strange problems. Her name is Maya Olivia. If you would keep her in your thoughts I would appreciate it very much.  :'( :(

Absolutely, Truman...healing wishes are winging their way to Maya Olivia.

Well, this morning I was thinking of that song "Friend of the devil" you had on CD up in WV...Robert Hunter, the guy who wrote it writes like you, kinda.     :)...

"Have you ever noticed that the oceans and the Great Lakes appear motionless from the air? You can see waves but they seem frozen. This is a verifiable fact as anyone flying over big bodies of water can attest. Why is nothing ever said of it? Because it goes to show that what is real up close is something else altogether from a distance."

IMO, Robert Hunter is one of the best lyricists ever to grace us with music.  Here's another of his that's a favorite of mine:

"It goes to show you don't ever know
Watch each card you play
and play it slow....."

--Robert Hunter
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 04:21:32 pm
 :D    Hey Miz Lynne!!   How yoo doin?    ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 07:13:50 pm
Friends, we have to coordinate with Ms. Tamarak, we all need to engineer ourselves on the same trip.

Wayne, I'll bring the rock, and the shot guns shell. And the sage. And the picture.

I told someone tonight I nailed a piece of my heart to the movie screen when I seen Brokeback Mountain.

When I go up there, I expect to see the pointed end of the nail. Jus' commin out the air.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 07:18:38 pm
Wayne, I'll bring the rock, and the shot guns shell. And the sage. And the picture.
:D    What about the stitch-seam beer can?     Did you find that or was that somebody else?

Yeah I told Miz Tam I want to ride on the same day with y'all    ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 07:19:26 pm
:D    Hey Miz Lynne!!   How yoo doin?    ;)

I'm doing great, Mistah Wayne!  How're you?  I've been meaning to check in with you.  I thought about you on 3/15, wondering if you have a new title?  Catch me up on your news...I'm trying to catch up on everything I've been missing around here these past few days, an impossible task, even if I exclude the feed store!  (Don't tell Jess!  :-X  :-*)

-Lynne
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 07:20:55 pm
I see there are tres amigos on right now!    :)

Hey Lynne you were once talking about moving ... is that still on? What's the latest?     :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 07:24:28 pm
3/15
:-\   Oops - did I say I was supposed to finish school by then?     ::)    I am so-o-o-o-o not finished!     :P   But making progress, all is fine.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 07:31:46 pm
Friends, we have to coordinate with Ms. Tamarak, we all need to engineer ourselves on the same trip.

Wayne, I'll bring the rock, and the shot guns shell. And the sage. And the picture.

I told someone tonight I nailed a piece of my heart to the movie screen when I seen Brokeback Mountain.

When I go up there, I expect to see the pointed end of the nail. Jus' commin out the air.

Lovely way to put it, Truman!

We do need to get organized on this...with smaller groups of 6, I don't know how much flexibility we'll have with the riding.  I told Lauren I didn't *have* to be in your group, that her group would be cool with me, or another one, wherever I fit, but that you and Wayne oughta be put together so we'll at least be paired with folks we know and love.  Daryl needs to be with me because he probably won't know anybody else yet.

I had a long phone call today with Milli and I think it's becoming more crucial for us to get our act together - I'm getting the Alberta travel guide next week so we can get going on looking at lodging and camping spots.  I emailed my friend Gary today asking for the details from his trip there last summer.  He and his fiancee found some good camping from what I understand.

Here's my sketchy plan at the moment:

Try to be there 7/21 - 7/31.  I know that seems extravagant, but this is my first *real* vacation in about 6 years, otherwise it's just been long weekends, so I want to make the most of it.  I'm looking at putting Mom in respite care for the last two weeks of July to give Chris a break too.

I'm hoping to cross paths with Milli 7/21-22 in or around Edmonton because she is leaving to go to Europe toward the end of the month for her sister's graduation in Europe - her plans are still murky, tho.  Our call really got us going though, so I think plans will start to come together soon.

The only official things I know I'm signed up for is the hike up Jack Ascending on the 24th and the riding on the 26th.  Are y'all up for the hike and the rodeo too?  I believe it's the 25th, but don't hold me to that.

I think we should go in together and rent an SUV or minivan or something, don't you?

-Lynne
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 07:39:26 pm
I see there are tres amigos on right now!    :)

Hey Lynne you were once talking about moving ... is that still on? What's the latest?     :D

I still want to move - the west coast keeps calling, but no definite plans right now.  My resume is in good shape, but for some reason I'm not able to wrap my brain around the logistics of moving Mom, finding new doctors, and all that.  So I'm sort of just hanging out, regrouping, saving some $$$ because having that danged house for so long made a serious dent in my finances.  I'm thinking of looking for another job locally (Huntsville or Nashville) where I can get some Java and web development experience before I make a bigger move.  Those are serious gaps in the resume at the moment.

:-\   Oops - did I say I was supposed to finish school by then?     ::)    I am so-o-o-o-o not finished!     :P   But making progress, all is fine.

I'm glad to hear it!  Progress is excellent - I'm very proud of you and brag about you whenever I'm given an opportunity!  You be sure to let me know the details because I intend to invite myself down for a celebratory dinner.  :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 07:41:13 pm
A Winnebago, we could rent a winnebago.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 07:43:37 pm
Renting a vehicle together sounds like a good idea, yes!

I heard there was to be a rodeo gathering on the 28th.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 07:44:16 pm
I am all for camping, except for the last night. I am also not opposed to a cheap motel .

OMG Wayne, if we went back up to Broken Back, I would so stay, at ,   the lodge,  you know,

(Where we rode the horses, and maybe, you think......... ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 07:45:57 pm
A Winnebago, we could rent a winnebago.

We could and then we'd be assured of clean bathroom facilities!

Maybe we need a Winnebago and a regular car so we could mostly keep the Winnebago parked and use the Taurus or something normal for all the driving about.  Otherwise, gas will cost us as much as our plane tickets!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 07:47:26 pm
I'm going to read the Alberta thread to find out when the rodeo is and if there's any firm dates for group gatherings yet...brb.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 07:47:55 pm
Sorry, got my realities confused.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 07:48:52 pm
Sorry, got my realities confused.

Is that anything like MultiVerses??  :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 07:52:08 pm
I still want to move - the west coast keeps calling, but no definite plans right now.  My resume is in good shape, but for some reason I'm not able to wrap my brain around the logistics of moving Mom, finding new doctors, and all that. 
Yeah, that sounds reasonable, for sure!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 07:54:20 pm
But we can assure clean bathrooms with a can o; lysol, Let's get a SUV.  ::)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 07:55:16 pm
Is that anything like MultiVerses??  :D

Exactly.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 07:56:19 pm
OMG Wayne, if we went back up to Broken Back, I would so stay, at ,   the lodge,  you know,

(Where we rode the horses, and maybe, you think......... ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D)
Oh, you mean where Jack and Ennis rode each other!    :D ;)

I didn't check out the lodge itself in Wyoming there but did see some really cool cabins nearby. Very rustic, but they had that wonderful smell of old wood     :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 08:00:13 pm
I did the best thing this past week. I restored my clothesline.

I had been reminded recently abou the wonder of line dried sheets. I desired it.

I restrung them giant crosses of nobody;s savior for the first time this century and I washed and hing my sheets out to dry in the morning before I went to work and I come home one day and took them off the line and put them on the bed. And I laid down and slept about an hour. It was so nice.

And th towels, the excisite dryness of line dried terry clother, you have to bend thenwhen you take the off the line.

Oh Milli, I must meet you!
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Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 08:01:04 pm
How far apart are these places we'll be visiting? Are we going to need to move around to different hotels or are they close together?
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 08:02:27 pm
Oh, you mean where Jack and Ennis rode each other!    :D ;)

I didn't check out the lodge itself in Wyoming there but did see some really cool cabins nearby. Very rustic, but they had that wonderful smell of old wood     :)

Yeah you rememory we got off them horses and went inside and .........WES..........
....opened the bar for us?

You rememory ....WES?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 08:03:41 pm
It's like herdin cats!   ::) :D

Wayne, you're right - the rodeo is Saturday the 28th.

The only 'official' gathering I'm seeing planned at the moment is on the 29th, a full moon gathering near a place called Canmore.

There's a suggestion around that people take some initiative and 'plan' an activity, sort of the way Lauren/tamarack took the lead with planning the horseback riding and the JA hike.

After doing some more research, maybe our group can take the lead on planning/hosting something?  That'd be nice, I think.

What day is y'all's horseback ride on?  Lauren told me mine is on the 26th...
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 08:05:57 pm
I like the idee o; hosting something. It would have to be something fun, like an art happening.  8)
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Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 08:06:29 pm
How far apart are these places we'll be visiting? Are we going to need to move around to different hotels or are they close together?

I have no real clue, Wayne, which is why getting that book and some maps Monday is critical.  I kinda have the idea of flying into Edmonton, hotel night one, camping someplace strategic subsequent nights to minimize driving in circles, and staying in a hotel the last night.  I don't *HAVE* to camp the whole time, but in truth, it's more my style of vacationing, plus I like the idea, that somehow I'll feel closer to Jack and Ennis.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 08:08:58 pm
I like the idee o; hosting something. It would have to be something fun, like an art happening.  8)

Please elaborate, my erudite friend.  Are you talking about a gallery with whine and cheese and canapes? or fingerpainting naked before skinny dipping to wash off the paint?  :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 08:10:56 pm
 :D

http://www1.travelalberta.com/en-south/index.cfm?PageID=460&FeatureId=236 (http://www1.travelalberta.com/en-south/index.cfm?PageID=460&FeatureId=236)
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Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 08:15:25 pm
Thanks, Wayne - that looks like a terrific resource!

Milli tells me she's about 2.5 hours north of Calgary in Edmonton.
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Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 08:22:11 pm
 ;D

http://www.canadream.com/pages/specials/brokebackmountain.aspx (http://www.canadream.com/pages/specials/brokebackmountain.aspx)

If you are arriving by air today and picking up your CanaDream motorhome call 1-800-461-7368 for pickup from the airport.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 08:27:06 pm
OK, gotta run to dinner ... i'll check back w/yall in a while!      :)
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Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 08:34:22 pm
This one is the smallest one that would suit our needs, I think...four adults, two children accommodated...$3220 for eight days (picking up 7/22 and returning 7/30)...not sure if that's Canadian or American.  It looks like 800km are included then you're charged for additional mileage...hmm...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 08:35:47 pm
I have spoken with Maya Olivia's father thisevening and they are still with out an answer, however her condition is still very, very strange.

Her heart has improved, but she has renial faliure and brain swelling. What in the wolrd can you say to that?

I bless them, all around.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 08:36:37 pm
which would be $805 each if dividing by 4 or $537 if dividing by 6...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 08:37:29 pm
I have spoken with Maya Olivia's father thisevening and they are still with out an answer, however her condition is still very, very strange.

Her heart has improved, but she has renial faliure and brain swelling. What in the wolrd can you say to that?

I bless them, all around.

That does not sound good at all, Tru.  How old did you say Maya Olivia is?  Is she an infant?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 08:38:02 pm
This one is the smallest one that would suit our needs, I think...four adults, two children accommodated...$3220 for eight days (picking up 7/22 and returning 7/30)...not sure if that's Canadian or American.  It looks like 800km are included then you're charged for additional mileage...hmm...

I need to find out if he is coming with me or not. But that looks like an excellent idea.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 07, 2007, 08:39:48 pm
That does not sound good at all, Tru.  How old did you say Maya Olivia is?  Is she an infant?

She is a week old, she did okay the first couple of days.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 07, 2007, 08:44:50 pm
She is a week old, she did okay the first couple of days.

That really really sucks.  I'm so sorry for them.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 07, 2007, 10:13:55 pm
 :-\   Wishing the best for your friends Truman ...
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 08, 2007, 12:21:28 pm


  Checking back, and hoping for better news my friend...Maybe next time will be better.
Keeping her in my heart and thoughts....Bless them all....and you, for being a kind and caring friend as well..                                                             janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on April 08, 2007, 03:43:25 pm
I have spoken with Maya Olivia's father thisevening and they are still with out an answer, however her condition is still very, very strange.

Her heart has improved, but she has renial faliure and brain swelling. What in the wolrd can you say to that?

I bless them, all around.
I concur with Lynne in saying that this doesn't sound very good, from an earthly perspective. I'm so sorry for having to say that, and I do hope that the child's health may recover.

At the same time, I do believe, whatever may happen, that little Maya Olivia is blessed, and that she is in God's heart and hands. I hope there can be some comfort in such a thought. Please, God, protect and cherish Maya Olivia and her family, and grant us the courage to endure the mysteries of Your will.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lumière on April 10, 2007, 02:06:43 am
Hiya Truman!

Dropping by to say hello mate!  ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 10, 2007, 06:35:15 pm
My goodness friend, I understand you will be headed to Europe the last week of July. What are your travel dates, if there is anyway I can meet up with youo on my trip to Alberta, I sure want to make it happen.  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 10, 2007, 06:37:36 pm
Maya Olivia's condition continues to grow grave. She is being placed on dialysis today, and the neurologist seems to think she has suffered several strokes.

I have been really torn about how to feel and approach this situation. I will pray for the best outcome.
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 10, 2007, 06:41:53 pm


     {{{{{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}}}}}}}}}}   
           
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lumière on April 10, 2007, 07:19:45 pm
My goodness friend, I understand you will be headed to Europe the last week of July. What are your travel dates, if there is anyway I can meet up with youo on my trip to Alberta, I sure want to make it happen.  ;D

I'll let you know when the dates are good and final.

Take care ..  :-*
~M
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on April 13, 2007, 05:15:52 pm
My goodness friend, I understand you will be headed to Europe the last week of July. What are your travel dates, if there is anyway I can meet up with youo on my trip to Alberta, I sure want to make it happen.  ;D
What about joining us in Colorado/Wyoming at the end of May? I thought you were planning to join us?? Whaddaya waitin for, a matin' call?? 

 ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on April 13, 2007, 05:19:51 pm
Whaddaya waitin for, a matin' call??
I'll volunteer for that! ;D ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 13, 2007, 05:22:25 pm
Maya Olivia's condition continues to grow grave. She is being placed on dialysis today, and the neurologist seems to think she has suffered several strokes.

I have been really torn about how to feel and approach this situation. I will pray for the best outcome.

Thank you for the update, Truman.  I'm keeping Maya Olivia in my thoughts and prayers.  I almost called this afternoon for a check in.  I don't know what to tell you.  Complete recovery if at all possible, but if not, as painless passing as possible, I suppose.  So very, very sad.

:'( :'( :'(

Hugs,
Lynne
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 13, 2007, 07:48:01 pm
Thinking of you and your friends Truman... I wish everyone the best.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 17, 2007, 10:29:09 pm
I would like to say something about the murders in Blacksburg, Virginia. I wish I knew what to say.

I cried today when I read the names and the paragraphs about the victims. The holocaust survivor who died holding the door back so his students could get out a window.

The professor who was known as one of the leading researchers in matters relating to Cerebral Palsy.

The girl who went to high school with the shooter.

The young lady who won a talent contest by doing a belly dance last year.

It sounded more and more to me like 9/11. I have half a notion to drive up there and be witness, but I resist. I could add nothing but body heat and I fear the grief is just too great to be endured just yet. I will go on Saturday. I have to pass by Blacksburg, I will make a point to stop.

I see on the news how Australia gathered all their guns, as did the UK, where it is five years if your found posessing one. I think, "Why can we do that here?"

I am in favor of it. I don't believe it will work. We tried banning alcohol once, it didn't work. Marijuana is illegal and Jack and Ennis smoked a joint. No one cared.

I fear we collect all the gun in this country, it will result in the expansion of an already lethal black market.

I dunno what the answer is. We have done so much to change the hearts of people in America I almost feel safe sometimes, but then I remember sometimes it is not their hearts, but their minds. This shooting may be one of those times.

The shooting has just been one aspect of the whirlwind of my life. The wind blew so hard that day it took down trees. The electricity and phone went out, its been a mess. But Maya Olivia seems to be making some improvement. I got a pic of her this evening hooked up to her tubes and monitors, it was quite frightening. I pray her mamma and daddy get to hold her soon. The rest of her life I cannot imagine, but this I think is obtainable. 

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Post by: Lynne on April 17, 2007, 10:54:36 pm
Hey there, friend...Thank you for taking the time to write.  I know that the past few days must have been traumatic for you to say the least.

I'm very glad to hear that there's some positive word about Maya Olivia - that's a spot of brightness in this otherwise bleak period.

I'm with you about not having any real good answers about how to prevent tragedies like Columbine, Simon's Rock, now Virginia Tech.

I don't think rounding up the guns is a good answer because, like you say, it creates more of a black market.  I do think it would be helpful if our legislature would properly fund the enforcement of existing gun control laws like background checks and waiting periods.  I think that too many times these are not really enforced, leading to people getting guns who should never ever have them.

Here's a random fact - the 'Golden' kid who killed at his high school in Jonesboro(?), Arkansas several years ago is a distant cousin on my maternal grandfather's side.  My grandfather abused his wife and children and was mentally unstable (understatement).

I've been thinking about how disaffected and isolated the murderer must have been.  Anyone who would do something so heinous has to be seriously mentally deranged.  I'm not trying to excuse his actions, but it makes me wonder if there were less of a stigma in this country about mental illness and seeking help for emotional problems, if he could have been reached before he completely snapped?

What would the world be like if you could say to an acquaintance - 'You know, you're not sounding real stable right now - how about seeing a therapist, getting a checkout?'  And the response is 'Not a bad idea - I'll look into it.'  No weirdness, no defensiveness - just a fact of life like 'that mole looks weird, better let a dermatologist check it out...'

 ???

Anyhow, I hope your pilgrimage to your alma mater is good this weekend...have a moment or more of silence in Blacksburg for the families and for all of us here too, please.
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Post by: opinionista on April 18, 2007, 05:13:25 am
I'm with you about not having any real good answers about how to prevent tragedies like Columbine, Simon's Rock, now Virginia Tech.


I think there are several answers to these tragedies. And one of them is that there is too much weapons available in the United States. I was shocked to learn that Bush when giving his condolences didn't mention the problem. What saddens me about all this is that both the police and the press now is vilifying the murderer, calling him a loner, a violent person who even stalked women and aren't looking beyond. Sure, this guy was definitely a dangerous or a very disturbed individual, but I think the root of the problem lies someplace else.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 18, 2007, 09:54:51 am
I think the root of the problem lies someplace else.

I think your right. Cho Seung-Hui is just the latest manifestation.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 18, 2007, 03:57:54 pm


  I am so appalled by these kinds of actions, as to be virtually speechless.  I cant for the life of me
get inside a persons head, that chooses these type of actions...Having said that, and the fact that
i think we should have tighter gun control.  No assault type weapons, or automatic rifles or hand guns.  I also dont believe taking away guns is the answer..In my opinion then the only people that
would have guns, would be the least likely to be safe with them....
   You dont often hear of a regular gun user, going on a rampage, that is usually a person with problems of a mental nature...Most as in this case, are people who were know to be a mentally
confused character.. The problem seems to be in the ability to have a person forced to seek help when all symptoms point to a problem that could and probably will turn to violence. 
    I am definately not one that believes in taking people guns arbitrarily.  I am one of the ones, that
believe in the statement; Guns dont kill people, people with guns kill people...All people with guns
dont kill people.  Just as all people that drink, dont get in a car and drive drunk...
     My very own brother killed himself with a gun.  I dont believe to not allow him to have a gun,would have stopped it.  He would have found another way.  Just as deadly. Just my opinion
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 18, 2007, 04:09:14 pm
I think a total ban on assault weapons would be a good place to start. There is no other use for an assault weapon than to kill people.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 18, 2007, 05:28:50 pm
Hey friends ... Sorry for the sadness, yeah.

I think of Maya Olivia and her family every day and wish them all the best. Thanks for the update Truman.
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 18, 2007, 09:54:21 pm
Thank you Wayne. Her parents always comment they are so moved by the level of responce they have had. They can feel the love pour in. I hope to hear something daily but it is usually every other.

I learned just now where Cho Seung-Hui was for those two hours betwixt shootings was, mailing the package to NBC. I first heard about it on 4:30 news breifing at Tech on the public station. The media in the room, it was palatable. They wanted to know WHY NBC had it!?!? What was it.

It is pandora's box I am afraid.

Tonight on the local news some college in North Carolina had a student with the same MO as Cho Seung-Hui, and they have publicly advised their students to stay away from him.

I think everybody needs to chill. Real quick.

And I am going to learn to spel (here I go) to spel Cho Seung-Hui (did it) and not cut and paste it any more.

And Friday is.......4/20!
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 19, 2007, 02:13:13 pm


   Ok Truman, what is with the 4 -20 thing,, am i being nosy i really would like to know....and how is that baby...i think of her all the time...I am sure hoping her dear parents can get thru this terrible time and feel ok...be sure and send them all our love and caring thoughts....there is a great deal of power in a group of well wishers..
hoping to hear better news...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 19, 2007, 03:41:04 pm
Well 420 is what the fish and game people would have used on their radio to report Jack passing Ennis a joint. So when there is a day that numerically is the same number........I forgot where I was going with this...what were we talking about?  ;D 8) :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 20, 2007, 09:33:03 pm
So another weekend, another road rocket ride away from home. I have a meeting of my college alumni ass(ociation) tomorrow morning. I fully expect the president to come in an announce the school is closing, I have been waiting for that news for 20 years. www.vic.edu

Beautiful spring day today. I decided to minimumize my time on the interstate and drove thru the country, Rt. 58, ever westward, the towns growing smaller and smaller, Hillsville....Galax.....Mouth of Wilson......finally at Rugby 58 took a sharp right, and I continue-get this- I went straight- on Rt16, Past St. Clair's Bottom, beautiful country, a national forest. I past the sight of the old WOLD, the radio station made famous by Harry Chapin, and came out on I81 at Marion, just down the hill from where Sherwood Anderson is buried.

I decided this time insted of staying in Bristol where my college is, I would go to Johnson City, Tennessee, about another 20 miles. Johnson City has a gay bar, New Beginings, and I want to check it out. http://www.newb.com/

When I was in college "the bar" was another one, The Connection, a hole in the wall in another part of town, now just a memory. I only went in it a couple of times toward the end of my college career, armed with liquid courage. New Beginings I visited once, in 1990, 17 years ago this month. Where does the time go?

I am curious to see a slice of gay life in East Tennessee. New Begingings offers me a conveinent look, but only one aspect. There are men and women in this town living their lives openly who have never set foot in there I am sure. Anyway, I hope the music is good, I need to dance.  :) Staying in these motels always makes me homesick sort of.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 21, 2007, 03:20:23 pm
Have a great visit Shakes!   :D Interesting how you west(ern) Virgina / east Tennessee folks seems to share a common culture ... Nice!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 21, 2007, 08:06:14 pm


   Well Truman, go for it...Cutloose everybody just go footloose..Kick off your sunday shoes,,,,,have a good old cowboy time..   see ya when you are back with the story to relate...              go for it. goforit....janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 23, 2007, 12:37:15 pm
Well......

I went over to the bar at 11 pm, it was crowded. I would guesstimate the average age of the people there was about 19 or 20, college kids. A hand full of guys my age, and the guy taking the cover charge I am sure was the same man who on my only other visit there asked "now you know this is a gay bar".

The demographs were about 50/50 m/f, 99% Caucasian and they all seemed to know one another. They were having a drag show that night, both male and female impersonators. Everyone was Reilly into it, everyone but me. I have never really cared for drag shows. I wanted cowboys. Owell. I stayed long enough to have a beer and went back to the motel and dreamed about umbrellas with "Sam Adams Beer" on them.

The following day I went to my alumni association meeting. The majority of the alumni are older women as it was a girls school until 1972. The grief was evident was the president told us that they could not make the next payroll. It is a shame and an outrage how the place has been run, robbing Peter to pay Paul. I have volunteered to send out an appeal to my class mates, an appeal that I myself would not even buy into. A hundred and twenty two years and it comes to this........ :-\ :'(

Had a wonderful spring lunch with friends at an outside table at the nearby pizza joint we used to frequent. So strange how you can sometimes just pick up where you left off. I left here and headed to Blackburg, to Virginia Tech, and another world. I am posting some pix over on the thread about the shooting in Current Events.

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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 23, 2007, 01:09:45 pm


          Sorry about your school Truman..  Isnt it odd how we can get so attached to inanimate things.

At least you got to visit with your friends.  Hope you had a great time, and I know they were happy to

see you...                                                                                                                        janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 23, 2007, 01:24:03 pm
Yes we can get attached, but the real gifts to be enjoyed at the intangible ones, the times with friends and the memories we make.

BTW, congradulations on your wedding anniversary! Hope you will have many, many more!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 25, 2007, 04:57:39 pm
I stopped by the Sconic Drive In today to see how "Lisa's" reunion with her daughter went. They met each other for the first time in 42 years last Friday.

"Lisa" was back to her normal looking self. She met not only her daughter, but her three grandchildren and her great grandchild. The daughter has been married 4 times, has been in rehab, lives with her adopted parents and is a cook at Pizza Hut. Lisa admitted she had been hoping for a doctor or a lawyer rather than someone who would ask her to cosign a loan for a car.

Still, after all this time she is glad her daughter has all her fingers and toes.

There is no wind that can make an apple fall far from its tree. The apple has to want to land someplace else.
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 25, 2007, 10:32:21 pm
Tonight's YouTube reccomendation: Miss Virginia Hensley Dick:

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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on April 25, 2007, 10:49:17 pm
Wow. So cool to see you writing about places i know so well. Galax, Hillsville etc.
I know ri ght where you were and where you were going. I sure miss being home.
I talked to some friends from up home yesterday. They said the whole wrea is just devestated over the shootings. My Cousin works in the New River Mall. She said it's just aweful. People walking around in a daze and crying.
Well, Thanks for writing about your trip. It put a smile on my face to see those places and remember all the times I have been to them. I used to go to Newport and Gray alot when I was younger too.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 26, 2007, 07:48:44 am
Newport, Tn or Newport, Va.? I know Gray is in Tennessee. You ever been tubing at McCoy Falls?
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Post by: moremojo on April 26, 2007, 10:25:36 am
Have either of you fellas ever been to Lexington? I've been a reading a bit about Lexington lately because artist Cy Twombly was born there, in 1928 (has lived in Rome since 1957).

I've been to Virginia once, in the summer of 1980, visiting in the Alexandria area (saw Mount Vernon) and driving as far south as Charlottesville, visiting the University of Virginia campus (very lovely) and Monticello. I really wanted to go to the Williamsburg and Jamestown area, being such a history buff of the colonial era, but that was a bit out of the way at the time for my uncle (lives in Oxon Hill, Maryland).

I read the Newsweek article on the details of the tragic shooting at Virginia Tech, and it really captured the terror that those poor people must have experienced. So horrifying how a benign or neutral space like a classroom can be transformed into a nightmare zone within a split second. Our hearts go out to the victims and their families.

As an alumnus and employee of a university that was the site of one of the earliest campus massacres, I can say how important it is to try and go back to a normal routine as soon as possible. No one should forget about the tragedy (it is forever now an unfortunate component of the place's history), but the violence should not be allowed to define the place. Life should go on, hearts and minds should be cultivated, and in doing so, the slain will be honored and vindicated.

Peace to all.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on April 26, 2007, 10:52:26 am
As an alumnus and employee of a university that was the site of one of the earliest campus massacres, I can say how important it is to try and go back to a normal routine as soon as possible. No one should forget about the tragedy (it is forever now an unfortunate component of the place's history), but the violence should not be allowed to define the place. Life should go on, hearts and minds should be cultivated, and in doing so, the slain will be honored and vindicated.

Peace to all.
I was just reading about this event in Austin last nite in the latest issue of The New Yorker. It was sobering to read how often violence against students has happened in the U.S. I thought it was just a phenomenon tied to the Vietnam War protests.

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Post by: loneleeb3 on April 26, 2007, 11:01:12 am
Newport, Tn or Newport, Va.? I know Gray is in Tennessee. You ever been tubing at McCoy Falls?
New port TN. One of my mothers husbands had a gas station there with his brother.
Never been tubing there. In college, a friend had a lakehouse near there so we went sometimes but just stayed there.
We were a bunch of drunk college kids so we styed put and partied there LOL!

Mojo,
i have been there but I was small so I don't remember anything significant. I went to Williamsburg as a child and loved that!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 26, 2007, 04:38:16 pm
I sure have been to Lexington, Virginia. The Leyburn Library at Washington & Lee University has the papers of Carter N. Bealer, the man who was Jeb in Jeb and Dash, and I have been thru them as well as visiting the tomb of Robert E. Lee and his family, and the grave of his horse, Traveller, buried just outside the chapel.

Lexington was used in the movie "Somersby" staring Richard Gere and Jodie Foster, it was supposed to be Nashville in 1868 or so. They brung in tons of dirt to put on the street.

Additionally Scott, you may be interested to know Lexington is the birthplace of Bigfoot Wallace, a hero of the Texas Republic, and the only place outside of Texas where people know who he was. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on April 26, 2007, 05:08:46 pm
Thanks for all the interesting info, Tru! My late paternal grandfather was born in Bigfoot, Texas, which is named after Mr. Wallace. Sam Houston was also born in the Lexington area. I guess as a son of Texas, I should make a pilgrimage one of these days to this venerable town.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on April 26, 2007, 07:19:27 pm
Hi Tru and Friends,

I just took a couple of days to read the last 10 or 12 pages of your thread.  I'm wishing Maya Olivia the best, your Sonic friend and her birth daughter the best, your third cousin the best, everyone in Blacksburg the best.

How did the Sister Big Bone Pageant turn out?

And are you goin' a respond to Scott's matin' call to join us in Colorado?

Thinking of you and our wonderful lunch together,

Clarissa
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 26, 2007, 10:06:09 pm
the tomb of Robert E. Lee and his family, and the grave of his horse, Traveller, buried just outside the chapel.
  :o   :D   omg, we have a bunch of pictures on the wall in the breakfast room and one is Cliff at Traveller's final resting place!!    :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 27, 2007, 02:32:24 am
New port TN. One of my mothers husbands had a gas station there with his brother.

(http://apollo.divshare.com/thumbs/2007/04/27/495613/495613-c10_mid.jpg)

 :D 8) 8) :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on April 27, 2007, 04:02:33 am
Truman, thanks for posting those photos you took of people's inscriptions at Virginia Tech.  That one in Arabic slapped me upside the head with its irony.  Why don't we all just knock it off?  I mean just all at once, everyone just quit fighting.  And then I could see a (presumably) compassionate note written in Arabic without feeling guilty.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 27, 2007, 01:22:54 pm
OMG How did I forget about Sam Houston!

Well Colorado is not going to happen for me.

The final straw came with my Mother's need to go to the Grand Canyon the first week of June to walk on that glass bottomed semi-circle way out over the canyon. I will be taking her there and to Albuquerque to see her great grandson. That coupled with a miriad of other impending diasters just makes it impossible. I am sorry I won't be there, you all are going to have so much fun and I will miss it. Never enough time. Maybe if I lived in Oklahoma and all these north american things were equalized distancewise, never enough.

I am not sure the Sister Big Bone Pagent happened, never heard another word about it. I was on my way home from Blacksburg that evening so I didn;t get to go by.

Wayne I am going to get the scanner out this weekend, post a picture of me and my Shull cousin at Traveller's grave in 1993. I axed the woman in the chapel if he was buried standing up and she was like "WHY does EVERYBODY think he was standing up?!?! I was there when they buried that box of bones in 1971 and he was NOT standing up!"

But I am going to Alberta, I have my horse reservation send in and I am going to make my air/car reservation this weekend. Only three more months. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on April 29, 2007, 12:18:41 pm
But I am going to Alberta, I have my horse reservation send in and I am going to make my air/car reservation this weekend. Only three more months. 
:D :D    Yay! I intend to be there too... have paid for half my horse.     ;)

Hey Truman the full moon thing is on Sunday July 29th right? Are you going to be there for that?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on April 29, 2007, 02:00:12 pm
Truman, early June is not the best time for a human bean to be in what is essentially a big lens suspended over the Grand Canyon! You know how Boy Scouts make fire, don't you? I would recommend early October--it's much nicer at the Grand Canyon plus you can catch the balloon festival in Alb. and the great grandson will be older and cuter!!

((Lee orders industrial strength matin call, with capability to send vibrations through ground, air and water!!))
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 29, 2007, 06:38:42 pm
Thank you Lee, i am sad that I won't be there, but you will be in Alberta, right?

Wayne, yes, I will be there for the new moon. And since the weekend is fast drawing to a close I should make those reservations.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on April 29, 2007, 07:09:08 pm
Thank you Lee, i am sad that I won't be there, but you will be in Alberta, right?

Wayne, yes, I will be there for the new moon. And since the weekend is fast drawing to a close I should make those reservations.

First things first, I am going to the BBQ, gonna serve a big feast for my Brokie buddies and after it's over I will think about Alberta.

(I was just in Calgary last week and there was a blizzard going on!!)

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 30, 2007, 03:00:02 am
um recommend you go ahead and pay for a whole horse...them half horses are a heck to ride!

 :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

It'll be OK, Truman - you'll have a good time with your Mom.  But my wheels started spinning...if I took my Mom, they could hang out during the BBQ, then we could ALL go to the Grand Canyon, and then... [you get the idea!]

Then reality prevailed, namely I looked at my checkbook and impending Alberta and impending moving and decided I need two or three more jobs for a while, not more vacations!  ;)  Love you.

I can't wait to tell you about 'The Rambling Nut'!  Don't let me forget!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on April 30, 2007, 10:47:04 am



     Truman, i am so so sad...I have decided to go ahead and go to Colorado.

   a big part of the reason, was to meet you.  I have wanted to meet you,

very much..I am so sorry you arent going to be coming too...you need to

learn to tell mama, you have other plans, and she has to wait for more

important things................... ;D    ;D   hehe   Janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 30, 2007, 01:41:23 pm
Aw, Janice I am so sorry. I am wanting to meet you too. (Shit!) things like this always seem to happen. Dang it Dang it Dang it.

My Mamma will be 85 years old when I am in Alberta, she still drives and still finds ways to fill her days, but I know how much it means to her to have someone to take her places while she still can go, and after all she did give birth to me and everything.

But law Lynne, she would have your Mamma so toe up by the time we got back you'd never speak to me again! :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on April 30, 2007, 01:43:56 pm
Now for my gripe of the day: I do not need instructions on how to leave a voice mail message.

Why do the phone companies have to go on and on in endless detail about how to leave a message after the beep, press x for more options or simply hang up!?!? And tell me this, when in the history of the world has ANYONE ever sent a fax to a cell phone?

I think it is a conspiracy to burn up our cell phone minutes and generally annoy everyone.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: MaineWriter on April 30, 2007, 01:58:38 pm
Instructions on how to leave a voice mail are right up there with how to fasten your seat belt instructions on a plane. Not only do we have to listen to the instructions and watch a demo, then we are supposed to read the same instructions on the card in the seat back pocket in front of you. "To fasten, insert the metal clip into the buckle until it clicks. To release, lift the metal flap. Adjust the belt by pulling on the loose end. It should fit low and snugly across your hips."

Do these folks think none of us have ever been in a car before?

L
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on April 30, 2007, 02:41:42 pm
Information about safety measures needs to be repeated over and over again by law, no matter how easy it seems. It also needs to be easily available, hence the card in the seat back pocket in front of you. Research have proved when an accident happens some people don't remember what they should do. Believe or not, some even forget how to fasten a seat belt. They get nervous and don't think straight.  I think it is a good idea to spell out rules and safety measure indications as if the public was stupid because there are stupid people out there. I have ran into some who don't know how to fasten an airplane seat belt, believe it or not. Even after they're repeated all over the place, they still have trouble with it.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: MaineWriter on April 30, 2007, 02:58:24 pm
You are right, of course, Natali. It is just that those of use with Gold frequent flyer cards get a little bit tired of hearing it over and over...LOL

L
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on April 30, 2007, 03:10:44 pm
But law Lynne, she would have your Mamma so toe up by the time we got back you'd never speak to me again! :laugh:


 :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

I dunno, Truman - It might be draw ;).
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on April 30, 2007, 04:37:05 pm
um recommend you go ahead and pay for a whole horse...them half horses are a heck to ride!

maybe he intends to ride it half-baked backed.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 01, 2007, 05:43:18 pm
Lee, I think you may have invented a whole new subculture. :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 01, 2007, 05:50:18 pm
 :laugh:   I love the one about "please listen carefully, because our menu choices HAVE changed" that you hear for years and years on end.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 01, 2007, 05:52:20 pm
 :laugh:   For español, press three.     ::)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 01, 2007, 05:58:34 pm
There has got to be something we can do about it, maybe the FCC regulates such.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 01, 2007, 06:02:54 pm
 :laugh:    Wish they cared that much about the likes of us!!     :laugh:

How's your day going Truman? Did you get your tix yet? I haven't ...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 02, 2007, 11:16:34 am
No, haven't yet and I don't know what I am waiting for, a minute of quiet reflection? I think I have run thru my allotment! ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on May 02, 2007, 12:31:00 pm
LETS DANCE!

http://www.floydcountrystore.com/

A buddy of mine who lives out of town has been wanting to go to the Friday Night jamboree at the old country store in Floyd, Virginia, for some time. So this week when I ran into him at his grandma-in-laws funeral I said hell yeah lets go Friday night. His wife is in her thrid trimester so she could not go, just the two of us, and it was such a good time.

Now, you might think, does this guy ever do anything but go to funerals? Well, let me explain: it is a small town an I know a lot of people. I am also kin to a lot of people. I think it is good to honor them as they leave this world, and see folks who have come in from out of town and reconnect. Plus they always have a great meal afterward. I met my partner at his Aent's funeral. I know people who refuse to attend even the funeral of a spouce they are so opposed to the proposition of death, but hell, for me it is like going to the car wash.

We traveled about 40 miles, taking an hour because Floyd, Virginia is up on the mountain. It is a small town of local mountain people and trust funded hippies who have sent the realestate prices thru the roof. The store itself no longer functions in its original capacity but is more of a music hall for old time and bluegrass music every friday night and sometimes a special show on Saturday night. Admission is $3.00 and there is a drawing for a ham each night. Lucklity Floyd does not have a fire marshall (I guess) the place is always packed. Mostly locals attend, very authentic people, and last night they had folks from Ontario and a soldier from Baghdad. I have seen Africans there (as well as African Americans, regular attendees).

My buddy was amazed by the crowd, two groups who was picking outside on the side walks and the alley next to the store held our attention for a while. We went inside and "Twist"ed our way to the front, glad to have arrived after the first hour of gospel music. The Smith River Band was finishing up a song and starting a slow one. A local boy in jeans an a straw cowboy hat and chained wallet took the opportunity to get a bottle of water. When next they began the Orange Blossum Special he was leaping over people to get back to the dance floor, where he put his hands on his hips and faced the audience and began to pound the floor. Soon he was joined by a dozen others and when they all began pounding that old oak floor in unison it was like the heart beat of everyone in the place was beating in unison, mesmerized and bobbing, harkening back to the days when people lived out doors under the moon and all the cycles we in sync.

I thought to myself: I want to host a BBM get together here sometime, I want people to see this. And that I will do, maybe next summer, on a night with a full moon. C'mon and get you can of potted possum.
Oh my Gawd!
Thank you so much for sharing that!
Wow! Seeing pictures from home is awesome!!!
I have been there so many times.
Oh goodness, I am so homesick right now I can't stand it.
 :'(
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on May 02, 2007, 04:42:30 pm
I have seen groups of guys, usually younder ones, up there dancing. I think we'd have to teach the band the sang thought...that is such a good album, do you have it?

As for the possum, it is mostlikely regular potted meat, with a different lable on it. I don't know anyone who has ever actually opend a can. Possum is one of the ledgends, that back in the old days when people were so poor they would eat the unbelievably greasy meat. One bands there has a song about a man needing to feed him family and the refrain is: "I got five pounds of possum in my head lights tonight!"
Hee Hee! I've had possum before! :P
Thank goodness I don't remember eating it.
I had an aunt who lived down in Sugar Grove and they ate whatever they could catch.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 02, 2007, 09:02:52 pm
Is that up there on Rt. 16 betwixt Mouth o' Wilson and Marion? I think I just drove thru there last week.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 02, 2007, 09:06:21 pm
Friends, i think this is a long time overdur:

I hereby call publicly for the Impeachment of Geroge W. Bush as President of the United States for his failure to uphold the Constitution, playing fast and loose with his office, and for playing upon the tender spot caused by the events of 11 September 2001 to get us in a war for no other reason than to prove something to his daddy.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on May 03, 2007, 05:32:16 am
Friends, i think this is a long time overdur:

I hereby call publicly for the Impeachment of Geroge W. Bush as President of the United States for his failure to uphold the Constitution, playing fast and loose with his office, and for playing upon the tender spot caused by the events of 11 September 2001 to get us in a war for no other reason than to prove something to his daddy.

And I hereby call publicly for the Impeachment of George Bush as President of the United States for committing crimes against humanity.

What he has done in IraK is a crime.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on May 03, 2007, 10:15:41 am
I absolutely concur. If the current Congress were truly representing the will of the people, they would be pursuing this matter unequivocally.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on May 04, 2007, 03:56:00 am
Tru, I'll be in Richmond May 10-18.  Would love to see you again, if that can work out.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 04, 2007, 10:40:45 am
:D


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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 04, 2007, 11:18:55 am
Oh that is cool, both the license plate and the propspect of seeing Clarissa again! You'll be there starting next week, lets see, I will be in Hampton,VA the 7th and 8th, what does your weekend look like?

You know, if it wern't for the currency differential betwixt the US and Canada, this Alberta trip would be a very generic one.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on May 04, 2007, 11:19:14 am
Is that up there on Rt. 16 betwixt Mouth o' Wilson and Marion? I think I just drove thru there last week.

Route 16? You and I been on the Sweet 16 Route before, tho not together <sob>. That's the route between Buffalo and Ten Sleep, going to Worland.

Where do I sign up for your impeachment initiative! Sounds like a plan, which is what we haven't had up till now!!

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 04, 2007, 11:37:12 am
Yes, that is another mountainous road, and in the summer time the veterans from the Veterans Home come out to the road in their wheelchairs and waive American flags at the passersby. I remember waving to them.

Lynne told me in West Virginia there were grounps of homeless Vietnam era survivalists up in them mountains, living off the land. Like modern day Grizzly Adamses.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on May 05, 2007, 12:22:52 am
Yes, that is another mountainous road, and in the summer time the veterans from the Veterans Home come out to the road in their wheelchairs and waive American flags at the passersby. I remember waving to them.

Lynne told me in West Virginia there were grounps of homeless Vietnam era survivalists up in them mountains, living off the land. Like modern day Grizzly Adamses.

I tried to do some research on where they are and what people know about them..didn't get very far.  I think I'll write to the writer where I first read about them - see what her sources were and how we can get more information.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 05, 2007, 02:58:43 pm
Well, $543 later I am on me way to Alberta.........anybody wanna buy a house?

It is a cool snap going on right now, down into the 50sF at night, and wet.

This morning I went up to the Blue Ridge Parkway, it was still foggy at 10am. I met up with three cousins at the Rakes Mill Pond overlook to take them out to the family plot at Woods Gap. There was no traffic on the road at all, so while I waited I got to check out the beaver dams on the creek, contimplate if Dannilynn would be at the Kentucky Derby and meet the Queen, and free up space in my camera by deleting photos of nasty rental houses off the hard drive.

Two of the cousins I met last year on the pilgrimage I lead. They are brothers. The other guy was from SF and shared a common grandmother, who had been lured away by her second husband from her first. Like most people looking for the Woods Gap Cemetery he had been there before and looked all thru them hills with no luck.

So we headed off down the pig path, past the pond. The road to the plot has been regraded and if it were dry we might have drove all the way too it. Right now my boots are caked with mud, drying in the corner.

We are so lucky we have this place few can find. A place where the ancestors can rest in peace and the world around them change very little in 150 years. In face, it shows a lot less effects of humanity than it did a few decades ago. We spoke of our recent family, people who 60 years ago lived in a three room house with 12 children and wondered how they could have the privacy to have so many. How they struggled to have a pair of shoes for each, a few clothes for each. Compare that with today. Walmart existing like some temple for us to come fill up with plastic crap and processed sugar. How did it change so fast?

I watched a really good movie last night, "Mrs. Henderson Presents". It was so nice to see Judi Dentch fixed up and look glamorous. If you have not seen it I highly recommend it.



Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 10, 2007, 11:11:43 am
In yesterday's mail I received a package from my friend John in South Carolina. He sent me a most welcome gift: his published poems to his partner of 49 years, The Edwin Poems.

I had the opportunity to read some of them before when I visited him in October, but what a wonderful testament to his love for Edwin this volume is. There is a handsome picture on the back of the two of them in their navy uniforms.

Please take a moment to visit http://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.asp?bookid=38727 there is an excerpt you can read there. They make wonderful gifts.  ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on May 10, 2007, 11:57:23 am
Thank you for that news and the link, Truman. I read your friend's sonnet 'Meeting', and thought it quite good. I know you and Edwin and Mr. Ziegler's other loved ones must be very proud of him.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 11, 2007, 11:09:15 am
So today while wait for my oil to be changed I treaded my self to the email exchange betwixt an openly gay man and one Marcia Ramode, a U.S. Army recruiter who had contacted him after reading his online resume. She initially offered him employment until he told her who he was.

The army has reassigned her. I guess they can't fire her, but that is what she deserves. It is an interesting dynamic that she seems to be getting away with her treatment of him as a black man because he is gay. You can down load a pdf here:

http://www.sldn.org/templates/press/record.html?record=3907&section=2

I tried sending her an email, the address no longer works.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 13, 2007, 12:21:02 am
Most fastinating thing I heard on NPR this evening: Emory University has released the personal corrspondence betwixt the author Flannery O'Connor and her friends.

The focus of the story was the correspondence of a "recluse" who worked for the credit bureau. One Elizabeth Hester, a woman discharged from the military for an apparent lesbian act. Flannery O'Conner worte back to her that she could not write back fast enough and tell her she had not changed her opinion. She added it was good that she told her, but after they had become friends and they quoted her as saying the most wonderful thing:

"We are not our history."

(You promise?)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on May 13, 2007, 01:02:10 am
Thanks for telling us about this. That is wonderful! I must know more!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 14, 2007, 03:06:40 pm
Here is a link to the story:

http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/dekalb/stories/2007/05/13/0513metflannery.html

I am puzzled as to why O'Conner did not save any of Hester's letters, it is like hearing one end of a phone conversation.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 14, 2007, 06:52:00 pm
Wow ... Ms Hester Prynne...    :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 14, 2007, 06:55:27 pm
she seems to be getting away with her treatment of him as a black man because he is gay.
Reminds me of the assassinations of Harvey Milk and George Moscone.

If Dan White had killed only the mayor, who happened to be straight, they would have executed him.

But he killed a gay man too, so they gave him life in prison instead.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 14, 2007, 09:22:07 pm
Did he even get that? I thought he was out of jail when he killed himself.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on May 15, 2007, 07:35:21 am
I am confused about those sentencing as well. I thought a life sentence meant the prisoner would die in jail, then they get parole or are set free on good behavior. Though some get life without parole. However, the punishment does have an effect on them even if they are set free before completing their sentence. Have you seen the movie The Shawshank Redemption? I guess what happens to Brooks happens to a lot of inmates that are set free after so many years locked up in a jail. They become too institutionalized and unable to survive on their own.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on May 15, 2007, 09:48:16 am
There are two versions of life in prison.
Life without the possibility of parole and life with the possibility of parole.
If the convict can convince the parole board that they have been rehabilitated then they can get parolled.
Title: I need a Lull.
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 21, 2007, 11:07:23 am
A lull in the cacophony

Last week was just nutz, now way of getting anything completed with the constant interuptions. I have reached that point int he spring when I get home in the evenings to a yard that needs mowing and I don't have the energy to mow it.

I think: I will go in late tomorrow, take part of the morning for myself and write. By the time morning comes some emergency pulls me to the office, with it endless supply of coffee and drama.  Another day goes by.

Saturday comes, it is time for the Fieldale Festival. The second one they have had. I have to get up early to man my groupe's booth for the morning and I pray for the stregnth to withstand THAT question. That question used to be, "Are you seeing anyone?" or "When are you going to get married?". I have heard neither in a while. The question I steel myself for now is "How is the market?"

It is the question you are asked because you are a realtor and the askor feels a need to ask something. I, the adult product of alcoholic dysfunction, feels a need to analyze the various market factors for them and give them a reasoned and realistic answer. My broker always says:"Great! It's just great!" and I would like to tell them: "Sucks, it flat out sucks!" and the real truth would fall somewhere in betwixt.

Saturday I settled for "Time for you to buy a house!" that always send them packing.

Among the days accomplishments:

*I talked with a hundred people that day and never got frustrated.

*I corner my elementary school principal and ask him, point blank, what happened to Ms. X in the 4th grade, who dissapeared after the first six weeks.

*I learned the guy who tried to sell me pot on my very first job (at a Jewish Bar Be Que) was now a sherriff in Michigan.

*I hear from my cousin that chickens do not necessarily get out of your engine when you crank the car, nor does their carcase cook from riding under the hood for three days.

*I meet the 5th generation of one family I have always known.

*I pay $4.00 (in nickles) for a funnel cake, the one a year I eat.

*I hear the names of the long dead called, and remember these sidewalk had been walked on me grandfather who died long before I were thought of. 

*I meet up with an old classmate whose child not only is bald, but has no pigment on the top of their head.

In the evening I went to the street dance, to watch the handful of pre-teen girls twist and do the tango to recorded music from the 1960's, recount with an old friend all of her old boyfriends and our old coworkers. It was a perfect  evening, chilly enough for a jacket. I am encircled by the townsfolk and the kinfolk and I think how lucky I am to be right here in this place, and things were as they were supposed to be.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: MaineWriter on May 21, 2007, 11:19:40 am
So what did happen to Mrs. X, anyway? Inquiring minds want to know!

L
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 21, 2007, 05:08:02 pm
Well it was just past the first six weeks of the 1972-73 school year, I was in the 4th grade and we came to school one morning and the principals secretary was there instead of the teacher, who was in a conference with the principal and when she returned she was mad as hell. She told us that Ms. X, next door, was gone and her class was being divided up and we were getting some of her students, I think it made 40 in our class. We then had 5 Jimmys, 4 Timmys and 2 Mikes. She said she could not tell us what happened and not to ask her.

Well we all wondered, as did our parents but I never heard what happened and never forgot. I recently ran into a woman who has the same last name, a very unusual one for this area, and asked her if she was Ms. X and she said earnestly she was not.

Well, later on at the same location I encountered one of the forth grade teachers who had to take up the slack and he refused to discuss it, never seen someone try to change the subject so fast.

The principal told me Saturday he could not really remember much about it, but that "it was nothing bad". He did however mention the ladies first name. It was the woman I met in recent years. So now I am thinking I should go an apologize to her for sticking my nose in her business and that I am glad to know she is alright. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 21, 2007, 05:19:10 pm
apologize to her for sticking my nose in her business and that I am glad to know she is alright.
:D   And, of course, to ask her what happened!!    ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 21, 2007, 06:25:38 pm
I know, I will always wonder.

Well, I got the email today I had been expecting. My dear friends in Hawai'i have lost their daughter, Maya Olivia Dillon. She was removed from the respirator yesterday and her family took her outside to sit under a tree for the second time in her life. She slipped away quietly. I realize now that this is the first time in a long time I have had tears run down my face that have nothing to do with Jack and Ennis. (But they sure make the plumbing work good.)

I am so sad I never got to meet her. I hope she will come and visit me in my dreams.

R.I.P.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 21, 2007, 07:01:39 pm
Oh ... I'm so sorry Truman ... so sorry.

How wonderful that they just took her outside to enjoy a few minutes together.

That's really the best thing we have isn't it.

Hugs to you Truman and your friends and their beautiful baby.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on May 21, 2007, 09:40:16 pm


         Oh im so sorry Truman;  she was a beautiful little soul.  I wipe your tears, and hug you tight..
   Some times it just gets too hard to go another step.....I had to learn that.  So we have to allow
   them to rest.........hope you feel better soon.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on May 21, 2007, 10:08:44 pm
I know, I will always wonder.

Well, I got the email today I had been expecting. My dear friends in Hawai'i have lost their daughter, Maya Olivia Dillon. She was removed from the respirator yesterday and her family took her outside to sit under a tree for the second time in her life. She slipped away quietly. I realize now that this is the first time in a long time I have had tears run down my face that have nothing to do with Jack and Ennis. (But they sure make the plumbing work good.)

I am so sad I never got to meet her. I hope she will come and visit me in my dreams.

R.I.P.


Truman, I am so sorry.
Wish I could do or say more.
She's a precious wee girl!
My thoughts and prayers are with you and her parents!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on May 21, 2007, 10:59:38 pm
Truman, you are a Light, Bud.  :-*

There's something about the love you write with that makes me care so much about the people you write about.

I sure have been thinking about our wonderful time with Lynne at the Cracker Barrel.  Just realized that Jerry Falwell probably ate there many times.

Title: Falwell's Funeral
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 22, 2007, 10:01:30 pm
So why would I go to Jerry Falwell's funeral?

Aside from personal reasons, I saw it as a historic event and living only and hour and a half from Lynchburg I saw it as a wonderful excuse to play hookey from work. Few people I told questioned it, I guess they thought it was just another off the wall thing for me to do.

The local public radio station I listen to this morning said the schools were letting out early because of the expected high volume of traffic. They told of certain roads and exits that would be closed after certain times and I sipped me coffee. I had done me homework last night and pinpointed on mapquest the location of the Thomas Road Baptist Church (which is not on Thomas Road) as just north of Liberty University, not far at all from where I had lunch with Lynne and Ellemeno on Jake's birthday last year.

So after gassing up (there goes Xmess this year) I took Rt 57 north to Chatham, and then left on Rt. 29 another 45 miles to Lynchburg. There were signs at businesses on the way offering their condolences to the Falwell family, and a helicopter circling in the air. I parked my car in a strip mall down the hill from the church and stocked up on batteries.

When I had been there in December I remember seeing a huge patch of hill side above the town had been cleared off. I was now landscaped into a huge circular "LU" with a gazebo at the top. Branded you might say, the property of Liberty University. Unavoidable as an all seeing full moon. I trudged up the hill to my first ever encounter with the members of the Westboro Baptist Church.

The "God Hates Fags" gang had about 6 members present, none of them Fred Phelps, (he was at another protest)but I think they are all his kin people. The main woman, I think she is Phelps daughter, was straining to hold up three signs at once proclaiming the "Gay Loving" Falwell was now burning in hell and eating up the media attention. They were conducting intervies left and right, with local TV stations, a Christian based youth group from the Bedford, VA area, law enforcement and me. I approached one young lady and struck up a conversation:

"Are you from Kansas?"

"I sure am."

"I drove thru there once, it is a beautiful state."

She agreed it was and then went on to describe how part of it was destroyed in the recent tornado.

"God sent that tonado to destroy Greenburg because of the sin its people were living in" (paraphrasing) "He destroyed the whole town, except for a tavern".

I thought to myself that quote attributed to Benjamin Franklin: "Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy." I took her picture and moved on.

A side note: If I outlive Fred Phelps and am at all able to get to his funeral, I will be there. I will be tailgating (pun acceptable to me) and I invite the world to join me.

Crossing the road I noticed several Harley riding type people were helping with the traffic direction, like they were needed. I saw the Liberty University Police, The Lynchburg Police, The Lynchburg Sherriff's Deputies, The State Police, Several people in military uniforms and a legion of badge carrying Liberty University staff managing things. Since he was going to be buried such a short distance away I couldn't imagine the bikers were going to give him an escort.

The Thomas Road Baptist Church has one very striking architectural feature about it: A false front. It looks like a massive three story structure that is actually a facade for a foyer leading into a long hallway, but I will get back to that. Not seeing anything else of interest I focused in on the rapidly moving line of people. I knew Falwell had been on display for two days already and thought maybe this was the last of those to view his body. I decided I would take a chance myself and went searching for the end.

The end was around the corner and way down the side of the church, about a 5 minute walk. When I finally fell in it moved well and I thought they were probably hearding them by like at Gerald Ford's viewing. The crowd was largely white, under 45, many were students. Many of the families had more than 4 childrens and the mother looked salon polished. There were a few minorities including one group of men who seemed to have travelled from Asia for the even. As we momentarily stopped I saw I was in front of Falwell's designated parking space, the sign decorated in flowers of remembrance. We picked up again, passing the media pavilion that was adjacent to the VIP entrance. I heard an official sounding voice say "This is the last thousand" hearkening thoughts of some biblical amount of people who would be welcomed into the kingdom, and that was prophetic. The line had continued to grow behind me but after me and the 5 behind me entered the church another authoritative voice commanded: "Close the doors!" I looked behind me to see the stunned look of a suit clad father toting one of his daughters.  The looks on their faces was one of disbelief. Here I was, a tourist and temple defiler, taking the place of someone who truly wanted admittance.
O-well.

It turns out there was no more viewing. The huge sanctuary was filling with people for the funeral. I was in! I asked myself again: "What am I doing here? What purpose does my being here serve?" I meandered down the hall that reminded me of a swanky hotel, and a bit like Heritage USA (another story), past the gift shops, the book displays. I found a coffee bar called "The Lion and The Lamb" where I got a sandwich, smiling to myself, if there was a lamb in the house it was me. But I had no paint brand, so I passed for just another person.

After eating I wandered about, signed one of many registers they had set out, designated for "Family and Friends", "Church Members" and "Guests". I noted with interest that not long before the register had been signed by Michele Williams. Across the way, being ignored, was a table with letter sized sheets of paper, pens and a basket. A sign invited people who wanted to send a person message to the Falwell family to do so.

I told the Falwell family I was an out and proud homosexual, and that I had come here this day to offer Jerry Falwell my forgiveness for the things he had said about me. I told them I meant no offence to them and I hoped for blessings for us all. I signed my name and dated it and put it in the basket. There, I had my protest. I got my program then and went into the holy o' holies. It was a huge place with a huge balcony and a back drop of fluffy white clouds projected onto the walls. That is where heaven is, somewhere on a cloud. Plasma monitors all over so it didn't matter I was behind a post.

At first I walked down toward the casket, as close as I could get. It was roped off and guarded. A small rounded thing with iridescent colors, it put me in mind of both a Miata and an Altoids Tin. I went to the back of the room and got a folding chair and took in the pregame powerpoint presentation. It featured still photos and video clips from Falwell's' life, in the corner the "Jesus First" logo of the Moral Majority. I remembered a class mate in high school who had one of those pens on his lapel and how now the same guy can be found trolling at the local reservoir for someone to go down on. The images were rather inane, pictures of him with republican presidents starting with Nixon, and suddenly there flashed a sleeping Jerry Falwell on a plane, with someone holding a Tinky Winky doll up beside his face. A cackle of laughter swept thru the holy o' holies and the fare became lighter. There was Falwell diving for first base when he was only half way down the base line, Falwell in a dunking booth, Falwell in suit and tie going down the waterslide at Heritage USA after the PTL Partners had bailed the operation out. The hundred member choir filed in, and then everyone rose, and the family came in, not 20 feet from me.

The funeral was quite the production. There were singers belting out praise, the ones not crying. There was the fella with the big ears who a week ago had shared Falwell's last breakfast at the local Bob Evans. There was the friend of 60 years who told of driving a thousand miles one way to go to Bible college in Missouri. Another friend of shorted duration who could hardly get the words out. Then came Dr. Ronald S. Godwin.

I have never heard of this guy before, but he presented himself as a member of the "Bush Cheney Administration" (when have you ever heard the Vice President included like that? Evidence of who is really calling the shots I think.)He is apparently on the White House Staff and read the message from George and Laura. Then the things he said, truly scared me. He spoke of Falwell's place in the policy making of the government I live under. It was creepy. Very creepy. It got no better when Billy Graham's son Franklin took the pulpit and praised Falwell, the misquoted. He said: "He championed traditional family values, who would have ever thought that would be controversial?" which got several amens. I thought to myself: Glad I could help.

There was much applause, several standing ovations, including one for his daughters unscheduled remarks. Toward the end I stopped clapping. It is never my custom to bow my head when others pray but 99.9% of them did. I sat there taking it in and marveled at this huge machine, built to turn out Christians, to tell them how to think and feel and act. How far we have come over all these generations, what a monster we have created out of our need to perceive and describe a imagined larger reality than ourselves. I know Falwell did some good things, like an alcohol treatment program and a home for unwed mothers, but in the analysis, they too are vehicles for indoctrination. The speakers reminding the congregation that Falwell's legacy was bring his way of thinking into the mainstream and impact the events of the world.  Join our church, be one of our numbers, we are borg, we will make you immortal.

As they called people to come forward and dedicate or rededicate their lives to the man who had been a Sheppard, I decided it was time for me to dedicate myself firmly to my beliefs: namely that I am not a Christian. I do not believe I or anyone else was born less than perfect. I do not know what comes after death, nor do I know what comes before births so I am not worried about it. I do not believe in damnation. I do believe in treating people with respect, no matter how little they deserve it sometimes. I forgive those who offend me, as a way of not carrying around the injury of their offence.

It would be nice if there is a heaven, a wonderful place were all we have known and loved are waiting for us, and we will spent forever being perfectly happy, but I am not holding out for it. 

I cut out right at then end. Outside amidst the press photographers I encountered this redneck couple, the man with rotten teeth and the woman chain smoking. They asked me if there were extra programs inside. I assured them there was. They complained bitterly about not being able to get in, about the press and their impact on the family. "They need to grieve" she said "not have to face this". I told her I imagined they were used to this and she roughly retorted "not the grandchildren, Jerry shielded his grandchildren"

Jerry is gone I thought. The grandchildren will grow today. I however, am still here. My presence there today served that silent purpose. I was not done in my the mans intolerance, I was made stronger by it.
 

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: southendmd on May 22, 2007, 10:14:43 pm
Thank you, Truman, for bearing witness to this event, and sharing your thoughts and experiences with us. 

It can be hard to forgive.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on May 22, 2007, 10:39:26 pm
Wow Truman!
That was powerful.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on May 22, 2007, 10:47:56 pm
Thanks, Truman.  Reading your down-to-earth, honest take on this event is the best way I've found to deal with the anger I feel toward people who think like Jerry Falwell.  You remind me that even the intolerant deserve tolerance.  I'm glad to know you.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on May 23, 2007, 02:47:18 am
Tru-ie,

Thank you for writing about your experience at Falwell's funeral.  I didn't know you meant it when you suggested I stick around Virginia for it. 

I remember that huge patch of hillside that had been cleared from when we were there together in December.  Nice to have something to connect to visually in your story. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2007, 07:27:30 am
Thanks folks, I will have pictures later today posted.

It turns out one of Liberty University's students was so concerned with people exercizing their right to free speech that he was ready to bomb: http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/05/22/va.bombarrest/
I wonder if he was intending it for the Phelps bunch.

Other thoughts that have occured to me since then: When that uy from the White House got up and spoke, it was like the entire atmostpher in the church changed, it became focused on him with a seriousness like lives depended on it. It is hard to describe, but it felt like a presence in the room.

Then there was one point where a speaker said Falwell's ministry had converted 3.5 million people worldwide. I got to thinkings: "3.5 million world wide and there are 300 million in the US alone....your not as big as I thought..."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on May 23, 2007, 08:53:11 am
Truman

You are a better person than me. I applaud that you can forgive this man.

Interesting that the Phelps protested at his funeral - when they were almost on the same page. Do the Phelps think only their 80 stong congregation are going to heaven?!

Also interesting that Bush would have a representative there... what a president america has.....


Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2007, 10:01:19 am

Also interesting that Bush would have a representative there... what a president america has.....


Yes lawd, the only one in a hundred years to get elected without winning the popular vote.

Here is the program from the funeral:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on May 23, 2007, 10:34:43 am
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    That was so informative, and insightful..Seeing things from inside your head..You have a way of relating your views both figuratively and truthfully...You could have been a televangelist if you had been directed to do so..
Who else to relay that story and event so perfectly...You should go out and be a reporter for the papers in your area,, or maybe a freelance writer such as the country doesnt see these days...You remind me of the everyday
talk so much a part of Mark Twain....So in case you are looking to do something else with your time,...maybe..???  You are our Will Rogers
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 23, 2007, 10:44:14 am
Thanks Truman ... I feel like I was there - in fact, even better!    ;) :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on May 23, 2007, 10:58:26 am
do you know truman, janice is right.... I'm sure there is a few LGBT publications who would be interested in what you wrote there...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2007, 11:41:16 am
First set:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2007, 11:43:21 am
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2007, 11:45:07 am
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2007, 11:54:06 am
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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on May 23, 2007, 12:17:44 pm
do you know truman, janice is right.... I'm sure there is a few LGBT publications who would be interested in what you wrote there...


Kelda is right, Tru.  I think maybe ANY open-minded publication would be interested in this right now.  I'd love to buy a copy and point to your article and proudly say, "My FRIEND wrote that."

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on May 23, 2007, 12:57:43 pm
My dear friends in Hawai'i have lost their daughter, Maya Olivia Dillon.
God bless this sweet child. She is gone from our sight now, but will live on in our hearts, and in the heart of God. Thank you, Truman, for introducing us to her.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on May 23, 2007, 03:15:10 pm
(http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=654.0;attach=11996;image)

This picture right here really lets ya know we're dealin with some inbred mental midgets!
Anyone who thinks Falwell is pro gay is delusional. Anyone who spews this crap and calls themselves a Christian obviously can;t read cause they haven't read the Bible.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2007, 04:13:21 pm
Thank you Kelda and Janice and Lee and Scott and Wayne and Clarissa and Paul and Meryl, you all gone give the the big head. It was my pleasure to contribute.

A day after I look bac and realize I had never been to such an emotional even and had nothing invested in it, it was weird. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on May 23, 2007, 04:27:30 pm
Thank you Kelda and Janice and Lee and Scott and Wayne and Clarissa and Paul and Meryl, you all gone give the the big head. It was my pleasure to contribute.

A day after I look bac and realize I had never been to such an emotional even and had nothing invested in it, it was weird. 

Huh?  What did I do?  I'll do it again. ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: rob on May 23, 2007, 04:51:46 pm
Hey, buckeroo!  Well, It's been a year since I've moseyed on over here to the Bettermost Ranch from the Brokeback Ranch (almost a charter member!) but followed your post from [BBM], bud!  Like Sylvia though, I can't find your writeup, just the funeral pics!  Sure looks like an eclectic gathering of opinions.

Rob (Dwight)

P.S.:  Hope I'm doing this right, BTW.  Didn't know you were a Mod here - good stuff!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2007, 04:52:44 pm
Well I actually ment Mojo Scott, but I am ALWAYS glad to hear from the sexiest performer in the northeast! ;) :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on May 23, 2007, 04:55:23 pm
I know, I will always wonder.

Well, I got the email today I had been expecting. My dear friends in Hawai'i have lost their daughter, Maya Olivia Dillon. She was removed from the respirator yesterday and her family took her outside to sit under a tree for the second time in her life. She slipped away quietly. I realize now that this is the first time in a long time I have had tears run down my face that have nothing to do with Jack and Ennis. (But they sure make the plumbing work good.)

I am so sad I never got to meet her. I hope she will come and visit me in my dreams.

R.I.P.


oh Tru, thats terrible. Bless her little heart.


Kelda is right, Tru.  I think maybe ANY open-minded publication would be interested in this right now.  I'd love to buy a copy and point to your article and proudly say, "My FRIEND wrote that."



Hear! Hear! Or should i say YEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAWWWWW!!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 23, 2007, 05:05:41 pm
Hey, buckeroo!  Well, It's been a year since I've moseyed on over here to the Bettermost Ranch from the Brokeback Ranch (almost a charter member!) but followed your post from [BBM], bud!  Like Sylvia though, I can't find your writeup, just the funeral pics!  Sure looks like an eclectic gathering of opinions.

Rob (Dwight)

P.S.:  Hope I'm doing this right, BTW.  Didn't know you were a Mod here - good stuff!

Hey Dwight! Glad to see you here, go back to page 52 and you can read all about it. As Mrs. Twist would say: "You come see us again."
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 23, 2007, 07:10:20 pm
Anyone who thinks Falwell is pro gay is delusional. Anyone who spews this crap and calls themselves a Christian obviously can;t read cause they haven't read the Bible.
???   Isn't that bizarre? How did they come up with that idea?

Was it because he "apologized" for saying 9/11 was caused by gays, lesbians, and feminists?


Actually, I think he was right about that. Like the man says, they hate us for our freedom. They and Jerry Falwell and Fred Phelps and every other person who opposes equal rights.       :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on May 24, 2007, 06:50:35 am
I agree with David, the fake front picture is very telling.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: louisev on May 24, 2007, 08:09:58 am
Truman,

Thank you for being a dignified witness, and for travelling to Jerry's funeral to forgive him.  He needs all the forgiveness he can get.

You aren't alone: I forgive him too.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 24, 2007, 09:41:27 am
I was shocked when I saw that facade, it was like they were thumbing their noses at the world with it.

This morning I read the following at the Advocate website:

Liberty student arrested for planning to attend Falwell funeral with bombs


A Liberty University student who told a family member he had made bombs and planned to attend the funeral of the conservative evangelical leader Jerry Falwell in Lynchburg, Va., was apparently upset about an antigay fringe group that protested at the funeral, authorities said.

Officials were still trying to figure out what Mark David Uhl planned to do with the bombs. Police do not believe he intended to disrupt the funeral Tuesday or harm the Falwell family, Campbell County sheriff Terry Gaddy said.

Uhl, 19, was being held without bond in the Campbell County Adult Detention Center on charges of manufacturing an explosive device. It was not known if he had a lawyer, and messages seeking comment left at numbers believed to belong to his family were not returned.

Uhl, of Amissville, Va., was arrested Monday night after a family member contacted authorities, who found homemade bombs in the trunk of Uhl's car, Major Steve Hutcherson said.

Gaddy described the five bombs as ''sort of like napalm'' and about the size of soda cans.

''We do not believe the Falwells were ever in any danger,'' he said.

The funeral proceeded at Thomas Road Baptist Church without incident. More than 10,000 people attended the service on the campus of the evangelical university, which Falwell founded.

Investigators determined that Uhl had problems with a group that protested at the funeral, Gaddy said. Fred Phelps and his Kansas-based Westboro Baptist Church sent about a dozen members to protest across the street from the funeral, claiming Falwell was a friend to gays. The group has also picketed soldiers' burials, claiming the deaths are God's punishment for a nation that supports homosexuality.

Falwell frequently spoke against homosexuality, and gay rights advocates have consistently opposed him. A group of Liberty University students staged a counterprotest; it was not clear whether Uhl was involved.

Jesse Benson, 19, of Zanesville, Ohio, said he lived with Uhl this year and that both shared the view that the Westboro group is a ''sorry, disgraceful bunch of people'' but that he was certain Uhl would never have done anything to harm them.

''He had a very, very deep respect for Jerry Falwell, as do I,'' Benson said in a telephone interview. ''Jerry Falwell would not have approved him harming anybody for any reason. Out of respect for Jerry Falwell, he never would have done anything.''

It was not clear whether Uhl knew the group planned to go to the campus, but the group had listed the funeral as an upcoming event published on its Web site.

Benson said Uhl was in Liberty's Army Reserve Officers' Training Corps program and was studying to become an Army chaplain. Gaddy said investigators in Fauquier County were interviewing several people who had been in an ROTC program with Uhl in high school and may have been involved in making the bombs. One is now in the Army, he said.

The sheriff said Campbell County authorities informed the Falwell family and Liberty security personnel of the arrest Monday night and gave security personnel photos of other possible suspects in case any of them showed up at the funeral.

Falwell, 73, who helped turn the religious right into a powerful force in American politics, died a week ago after collapsing in his office at the university. His physician said Falwell had a heart condition and presumably died of a heart rhythm abnormality.

More than 33,000 people had viewed his body over four days as it lay in repose.

A private burial was planned on the grounds of Liberty University near a former mansion where Falwell's office was located. (Sue Lindsey, AP)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: HerrKaiser on May 24, 2007, 03:18:47 pm
That is not a "fake" facade; it is a designed entrance/portal to the facility. this is often done to save expense and/or save a historical entrance. This is often done here in san francisco, too.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: southendmd on May 24, 2007, 03:31:41 pm
Hmm, this facade is neither historic nor thrifty.  I'd call it fake.  Grandiose.  With nothing to "back it up".
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 24, 2007, 04:20:56 pm
Well, its too new to be historcal, it was built that way I think to creat an impression, put on a face if you will.

Perhaps my calling it a fake facade is redundant, but it is the largest physical metaphor I've ever seen.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on May 24, 2007, 04:25:11 pm
Well, its too new to be historcal, it was built that way I think to creat an impression, put on a face if you will.

Perhaps my calling it a fake facade is redundant, but it is the largest physical metaphor I've ever seen.

Ya know, I think it's very fitting. Growing up as a Southern Baptist I have learned that perception is everything. The people I would see Sunday with their Bibles tucked under their arms shouting Amen are the same people I would see drinking and Carousing the previous Saturday and Sunday nights. There are some genuinely good Chruch folks I know but many are just a facade.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on May 24, 2007, 04:36:20 pm
There are some genuinely good Chruch folks I know but many are just a facade.


Sad but true.
Title: Re: Falwell's Funeral
Post by: Toast on May 24, 2007, 06:59:16 pm
Thank You Shakestheground
Great coverage of the event Truman
But as you are aware, these events have ramifications in our daily lives - especially if we let ourselves get indoctrinated.


..... I decided it was time for me to dedicate myself firmly to my beliefs: namely that I am not a Christian. I do not believe I or anyone else was born less than perfect. I do not know what comes after death, nor do I know what comes before births so I am not worried about it. I do not believe in damnation. I do believe in treating people with respect, no matter how little they deserve it sometimes. I forgive those who offend me, as a way of not carrying around the injury of their offence.

It would be nice if there is a heaven, a wonderful place were all we have known and loved are waiting for us, and we will spent forever being perfectly happy, but I am not holding out for it. 


Touché Man.
You are a gentleman.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Toast on May 24, 2007, 07:10:29 pm
The fact that someone thinks that they can keep the peace - at a funeral or anywhere - with a bomb seems to ring a bell somehow. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: David In Indy on May 25, 2007, 02:53:48 am
Here's WBC's spin on it...

http://www.godhatesfags.com/fliers/may2007/20070523_christian-army-bomb.pdf (http://www.godhatesfags.com/fliers/may2007/20070523_christian-army-bomb.pdf)

What a bunch of FREAKS!!  >:(  >:(

There's no distance great enough between my front door and their's.  :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on May 25, 2007, 03:53:01 am
Here's WBC's spin on it...

http://www.godhatesfags.com/fliers/may2007/20070523_christian-army-bomb.pdf (http://www.godhatesfags.com/fliers/may2007/20070523_christian-army-bomb.pdf)

What a bunch of FREAKS!!  >:(  >:(

There's no distance great enough between my front door and their's.  :P


That press release says they were "picketing peacefully."  How can they consider those written messages peaceful?  :(
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on May 29, 2007, 05:02:52 pm
I was this morning at me desk, frantically juggling all the balls I have in the air currently. Acrost from me another agent had her radio on a classical station and I heard this tune, what in the world was that.....the music from Monroe & Alma's TV, the ice skating competition he settles down to watch with Alma, Jr. and Jenny, cigarette in hand. Oh, to be able to stop and listen to the whole piece.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on May 29, 2007, 05:27:28 pm
 :o  Now I'm impressed that you would remember / recognize that piece !   :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on May 29, 2007, 07:27:26 pm
I saw a phone advertised yesterday that can 'listen' to a tune for a few seconds; then recognise it and give you its name and the artist...now THAT would be handy!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on May 30, 2007, 03:44:19 am
:o  Now I'm impressed that you would remember / recognize that piece !   :D

me too!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 01, 2007, 08:56:40 pm
The highlight of my day today: going to the post office and finding two post cards from my friends in Colorado! I read the names and messages and I saw one from Amanda and her name really struck me, wow! Their hand writing, these have been in their hands.

Yes, best part of my day, that and the suv coming down the drinveway right now.....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on June 03, 2007, 06:38:11 am
I was this morning at me desk, frantically juggling all the balls I have in the air currently. Acrost from me another agent had her radio on a classical station and I heard this tune, what in the world was that.....the music from Monroe & Alma's TV, the ice skating competition he settles down to watch with Alma, Jr. and Jenny, cigarette in hand. Oh, to be able to stop and listen to the whole piece.

During the BBQ weekend, I had a rare downtime moment in our room alone.  Quiet, nothing happening.  Suddenly from across the room, "The Wings" wafted to me.  Jesus H!  It was Lynne's cell phone ringing.  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on June 03, 2007, 11:36:04 am
Yep, at Brokie gatherings the ringtone gets set to Wings for the duration.  During regular life, the phone plays Wings for Brokies, specifically. :)

Truman - I hope you have a wonderful time at the Grand Canyon.  Safe travels.  And you know the drill, take lots of pictures... ::) :D

 :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: CellarDweller on June 03, 2007, 11:42:34 am
Great report on the funeral.  Thanks for taking the time to do this!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: CellarDweller on June 03, 2007, 11:43:39 am
Yep, at Brokie gatherings the ringtone gets set to Wings for the duration.  During regular life, the phone plays Wings for Brokies, specifically. :)

I'm the same way.  Any "Brokie" phone numbers I have, are set to "The Wings".
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on June 03, 2007, 12:31:17 pm
 :o   omg Chuck these are the first posts of yours I have noticed, but you have 120 posts already!!! :o   Welcome to the most erudite living room in all Bettermost!      :D

Wish I coulda been at the bbm bbq     :-\   school   :P   Maybe next time!    :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: jstephens9 on June 03, 2007, 02:07:30 pm
Lynne led me to your account of Falwell's Funeral and I just want to say that it is Absolutely Fantastic. Thanks for writing it. By the way, I am Jack from Asheville, NC, a fairly new BetterMost member. I believe Lynne mentioned me to you. Again, thanks for the article  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: CellarDweller on June 03, 2007, 02:18:34 pm
:o   omg Chuck these are the first posts of yours I have noticed, but you have 120 posts already!!! :o   Welcome to the most erudite living room in all Bettermost!      :D

Wish I coulda been at the bbm bbq     :-\   school   :P   Maybe next time!    :D


Hiya wdj!   

Yes, I'm up to 120 already.  I hadn't intended to join here, not because I didn't want to, but because I mod on 3 other sites, and have other forums I am a member of, and my time is limited.

But since I had met some of the great members here, and Lee posted pics of me, it only seemed right that I come here to keep the connections I made in Co. fresh, and meet new people.

 ;D

Oh, most of my posts are pics from the weekend!  Share the wealth!  ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: jstephens9 on June 03, 2007, 02:20:57 pm
Thanks so much for sharing this Truman. It is beautiful. Very sad, but very beautiful.

Jack
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 03, 2007, 02:38:09 pm



      Truman is absolutely one of our greatest bettermost members...so dedicated, and sincere...He is a precious commodity...Not to be wasted for sure.  Our resident will rogers....
      Nice to see you here Jack, and hope you make it a habit...Loved meeting you in Colorado...Janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on June 04, 2007, 04:05:33 pm
Yep, at Brokie gatherings the ringtone gets set to Wings for the duration.  During regular life, the phone plays Wings for Brokies, specifically. :)

Truman - I hope you have a wonderful time at the Grand Canyon.  Safe travels.  And you know the drill, take lots of pictures... ::) :D

 :-*

I need to get that on my phone!
Where on earth did you get that? :o
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 04, 2007, 10:40:48 pm
Greetings from the lobby of the San Juan Inn, on a cliff overlooking the beautiful San Juan river in wonderful Mexican Hat, Utah! I have seen some of the most gorgeous scenery today, I love the werstern US, Even the poverty appeals to me, I could be poor here, no problem.

I will write more soon when I get a wifi connection, but I have enjoyed reading the recent postes here, you folks are wonderful. I wish I could have meade this coincide with Denver, but you know, "never enough time!"

Jack, you live in Asheville! I am about 3 hrs away. My people lived in Morganton once when they were carpet baggers. I look forward to meeting you! And Janice, And Chuck. You all pm me with your addresses if you like and I will send you a post card (You Bet!)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on June 04, 2007, 11:06:02 pm
I need to get that on my phone!
Where on earth did you get that? :o

Hey there, Lee!
Many phones that have a 'Get It Now' option that lets you browse and download ringtones, graphics, games, etc...I've found Wings, I Don't Want to Say Goodbye, King of the Road, and others.  Another option is that if your phone will let you record, you could record a portion of it, then assign it as a ringtone.  Let me know if you need technical help, and I'll PM you my number!
-Lynne
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on June 05, 2007, 09:05:11 am
Hey there, Lee!
Many phones that have a 'Get It Now' option that lets you browse and download ringtones, graphics, games, etc...I've found Wings, I Don't Want to Say Goodbye, King of the Road, and others.  Another option is that if your phone will let you record, you could record a portion of it, then assign it as a ringtone.  Let me know if you need technical help, and I'll PM you my number!
-Lynne
I have get it now so I'll have to dust off my manual and see if i can do that.
I'd love to have that on my phone!
Thanks
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 05, 2007, 11:11:26 pm
Greetings this evening from Room 7 of the lovely Canyon Motel in really cool Williams, Arizona. I stayed here once before on my first trip thru in 2001 and except for the addition of the RV park it is much the same.

So what am I doing here? My Mother decided she needed to go to see that Sky Bridge that an Indian Tribe has built out over the Grand Canyon, a glass bottomed semicircle a mile in the air. I am at a loss to explain why this would be appealing to anyone let alone an 84 year old widow. So she say she would foot the bill if I enabled her, so I agreed.

We have family in Albuquerque, so we flew out on Sat. and visited with them over the weekend. I love Albuquerque, it has such a good vibe to it, it is the only sprawl I think I could live in. We got to see the Fred Garbo Inflatable Theater with was really cool and then on Monday morning we took off for the 4 corners.

For those of you not familiar, the 4 corners is the spot where the states of Utah, Colorado, New Mexico and Arizona all meet. Getting there meant driving thru Cuba, (New Mexico) and on thru Farmington where we stopped for lunch. My mother was the only person in the restaurant over 70 not on oxygen. I think this has to do with the dusty conditions people live in there. I did witness two middle aged cowboys hug each other in front of god and everybody and still had that on my mind when in the town of Ship Rock, NM, I saw a truck in traffic that looked a lot like Ennis's. As a result of this sighting I missed my turn and drove half way to Gallup, loosing a whole hour and dealing with that frustration. So we back tracked to Ship Rock and got on the right road and crossed into Arizona, then back into New Mexico and then took a left hand turn into the parking lot of the road side attraction that is the 4 corners.

This point is out in the middle of NOWHERE. It is completely on Indian land (3/4 Navajo and 1/4 Ute) and they run the operation under the auspices of the land management folks. Their wares are sold around the parameter in flea market style to the steady stream of people who come to this spot because in the last century white men intersected two lines here. Yes, I stood on the spot, I was in 4 states at once. I got me a t-shirt too, featuring some natives from the old days toting guns. It reads: "Homeland Security: Fighting Terrorism since 1492".

From there we went into Colorado briefly and then took a left hand turn into Utah, where we were greeted by a dead horse on the side of the road. The horses and cattle run free out there and I hate to think what the vehicle looked like. Whereever it is it will probably be there the next 100 years, as are all junk cars in Utah. No rain to make them rust, eventually people from back east come and find them for the classics they are restoring back home.

As we approached the town of Mexican Hat, (population 50) we saw the hat itself, set against a back drop that was truly amazing, zig zagged and swirled colors in the mountains, rocks that looked like people, it was stunning. Right at the beginning of monument valley. Our rooms at the San Juan were small but tidy and they are pet friendly.  Mexican Hat was the filming location of part of "She Wore a Yellow Ribbon".

This morning we took off south into Navajo land, the valley itself. I saw one road I recognized from "Thelma and Louise". There was no cell phone reception, and no radio for that matter. The beauty of the place was only compounded by the abject poverty of the people who live there is old trailers and run down houses, most without electricity. Everywhere there was a place to pull off someone was set up sell jewelry and pottery. You have to do what you can to make a living out here.

Crossing back into Arizona we reached Tuba City where we came upon a horrible accident. An S10 pickup apparently pulled out in front of a semi. The truck was destroyed and the semi jackknifed and was a wreck. Traffic was diverted thru a dry stream bed that was nothing more than red powder. People got lost, people got stuck, tour bussed and RV's towing SUV were negotiating the ruts. I never did learn what happened to the driver.

This afternoon we reached the eastern entrance of the Grand Canyon. We got our pass and I asked the lady selling it to us, a Native woman if this also covered the sky bridge. No she told us, that was an enterprise solely of the Hualapai Nation, and she let her feelings be known it was not in keeping with the mission of the nation park service to preserve the character of the canyon, nor was she going out on it. "It's against my religion" she said.

I don;t know how many pictures I took at the canyon, but each time I took one I knew it would not do justice it. When you visit the canyon I think the best thing to do (if you are not exploring the trails) is to pick a spot and just sit and look at it. It is like a big explosion of erosion, which I realized was the main attraction of this trip: erosion. I had a close encounter with ravens and a coyote mama looking for hand outs, but I only offered them an apology for getting hooked on our junk food.

So we have travelled about 600 miles so far, and tomorrow is the bridge. I don't know how I am going to handle the bridge, I have nothing in my experience except a morbid fear of heights to back me up. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on June 05, 2007, 11:20:36 pm
{{{Truman}}}

wish I had some words of wisdom to help.

you will get thru it...keep breathing.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 05, 2007, 11:30:56 pm
Oh hell I am enjoying it, it does get tiresome, but I ain;t at work!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: injest on June 05, 2007, 11:37:32 pm
Oh hell I am enjoying it, it does get tiresome, but I ain;t at work!

 :laugh: :laugh:

I was refering to that glass house of horrors!!

 :-X
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on June 06, 2007, 10:55:45 am
Wow Truman.....sounds fantastic.......want to see pics from the bubble.......and read how u coped with the heights...........

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on June 06, 2007, 11:30:19 am
Truman, I trust you coped with the bridge somehow.  I do envy you and your Mom that trip.  Just driving through that country is a marvelous experience, and the Canyon is beyond words, no matter whether you're on a glass-bottomed bridge or just sitting there like you say.  Hope to see some of your pictures when you get back.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 06, 2007, 11:42:23 am


      As always you have given us a trip you take , and give us the chance to follow along.  I will just stand on the sidelines at the glass bottom bridge however.  I will cheer you and your mom on.  Yee haw.  I will watch...enjoy.
I dont like heights much, and it just doesnt sound right to me for some odd reason...Im not sure why
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on June 07, 2007, 03:39:14 am
I've heard about this bridge - hope all goes well and take some photos looking down for us!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: CellarDweller on June 07, 2007, 10:38:15 am
Oh, I've heard about that bridge over the grand canyon.  Not sure I could go in it.



(http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/08/images/040826_grandcanyon.jpg)


Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: karen1129 on June 07, 2007, 10:50:45 am
I got dizzy just looking at that picture.
No way..........  I would pass out !!

K
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on June 07, 2007, 10:55:02 am
Jeez, that gives me sinking feelings to look at it!  :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shasta542 on June 07, 2007, 01:22:51 pm
Oh wow---that is a spectacular sight!!

Can you imagine being one of the guys who constructed all that?

What a commute to work every day!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 08, 2007, 12:38:57 am
Law have mercy...........................

Well, this above image is a artists rendition (where is Artiste, btw?) the building it is coming out of has yet to be built. It is a work in progress for sure, and sorry to say I have no pictures because cameras, cell phone or personal items in general are not allowed, but I do have a certificate that says I have been out on it..........

But first let me say "this thing" has got to be the most remote human made creation on the planet earth. From I-40 we drove 26 miles on Stockton Hill Road, then another 7 on Pierce Ferry Road, and then we got on this dirt road, I forget the name, it was twisting and winding and DUSTY as hell, for 14 MILES, washboard all the way. I decided it we ever got there, there was no way I was not going out on it. It truly is the best example of "If you build it, they will come" I have ever seen.

As soon as we reached the Havalupai reservation, the road became paved, for the last 5 or so miles to the construction site. This bridge only opened last year. The offices were in trailers, earth moving equipment was stirring up more dust than the wind could. There was helicopter tours (no-way, forget it). It was a bit over $150 for both of us to have our fifthteen minutes on the glass, which was another bus ride of about a mile. We put our belongings in the lockers provided, had our tickest scanned, went thru a metal detector, had our wrist bands scanned, and then were allowed to walk out to the thing.

I guess I would liken it to the first time I flew, but that was so long ago.....we climbed the steps and some daddy was carrying his screaming toddler son back. I told the kid not to feel bad I didn't know if I could go thru with it either.

We had to put booties on our feet to keep from scratching the glass. 5 panes 1/4 of an inch thick, (sorry I don't know for sure, I would say 1 cm thick) specially tempered, made in Germany, $30,000 per pane we were told. On the inner and outer loop was a steal beam about 18 Inches wide, where everyone was walking. Glass on the side came up maybe 4 feet, some one could climb over it easy. There was a photographer set up to take pics and so everyone was in line for that. I held on to the rail and took a deep breath and concentrated on the horizon, on the beauty of the western grand canyon. The line for photos was holding me back, I didn;t like it. Some people were walking by on the middle of the glass, not many.

We had out picture took, I look hung over. I thought about how I recently rode an old wooden roller coaster, not really scary but I kept my eyes closed the whole time. I thought for a second maybe I could do the same. I thought about a friends blind aent and what she would think about this. I concentrated on the horizon and got 70 feet out over nothing. The bottom of the canyon is 4000 feet lower, but the walls slope so your probably only half that, I got out there and started on around. Heard an interpretor talk about how it was assembled nearby and rolled into place in one piece, how engineers all over the world worked on it. I quickly glanced down, saw the wall below me. OMG, I started moving to the end. At the canyon edge there is another cross beam that connects the two, everyone utilized its psychological qualities to cross to the other side. On the inside loop I looked down again. My mind could not get around it. I saw it was beautiful, but just wrong I felt.

My Mom had inched her way around the semicircle and was talking to a tribal member about the wind measuring apparatus. I inched my way back out to the fartherest point. I made my self look down. Gawd it was a long way down. I put one foot out on the glass, I let go of the hand rail. This was okay.  I moved across to the other side, and then I saw below me, the shadow of the thing on the canyon wall. I saw the dots of the people moving thru it like a tube. I stepped out on the bridge and waved my arms. I saw my dot. I saw my shadow, just barely, way down below me. I had never seen my shadow separate from me before. It was a weird feeling. I thought of the shadow self and all it represents. (maybe call it an out of shadow experience?) It was okay. I looked up and looked around and told people to look at their shadow and I wasn't afraid. 15 minutes, hell I could have stayed there all day.

But I didn't. I walked to the end, my shadow climbing up the wall to meet me faster than I have ever moved in my life, to join me again. To make me whole again. I made my mom come out and look at it, look at hers too.

I heard it called a bridge to nowhere. Well, it ain't the destination, it is the trip it takes you on.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shasta542 on June 08, 2007, 08:49:02 am
I raptly read your account of the trip on the bridge, shakestheground.

Whew!! When I was finished I had to take a deep breath---I must have been holding it until you got back to solid ground!

That sounds like an amazing experience! Thanks for sharing so vividly!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on June 09, 2007, 06:58:35 am
Somehow that bridge and Falwell's funeral in one month...

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 09, 2007, 10:21:11 am


           Thank you darlin, for that vivid description...You have told that tale so well, I too was holding my breath, and didnt realize it.  I dont have to do it now..THANK THE GODS you did it for us..As If..!!!!!  No freaking way you could get me on that thing...I aint scared of much, but you got yer point across..Thanks but
no thanks.                                                                                                janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on June 09, 2007, 12:10:22 pm
I don't know if I'm more scared of the bridge or the ticket fee!  :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on June 09, 2007, 01:36:56 pm
I stepped out on the bridge and waved my arms. I saw my dot. I saw my shadow, just barely, way down below me. I had never seen my shadow separate from me before. It was a weird feeling. I thought of the shadow self and all it represents. (maybe call it an out of shadow experience?)
Wow !  Thanks for sharing your story Truman ... you're like Peter Pan up there in the air, need some glue to make your shadow stick to your feet!     :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 10, 2007, 04:17:04 pm
I took a lot of pictures. But the best part of the picture taking was the deleating:

I was standing in the surf at Myrtle Beach deleating the pict of Falwell's funeral to make room for the beach pics, one by one, good bye Phelps family! Gone, Gone, Gone,

I was standing at the foot of Mexican Hat deleating Myrtle Beach, good bye foot print in the sand...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 10, 2007, 04:37:20 pm


          so cute
Title: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 11, 2007, 12:12:25 pm
So I get home from being gone a week and the damn snakes have decided to come out of the wall and take over the house.

I got home Sunday evening from playing catch up at the office and damn it there wern't two black snakes copulating on my bedroom floor. This just would not do. I can coexist with snakes, but not fertilizing their eggs on my bedoom floor.

I tried the cold water fix, I had seen it used with great effect by the mother of a party host when I was in college, she turnt the hose on this couple rolling in the grass with an audience of about 60. I had no effect on the snakes at all. It did make me realize I needed to clean the floor.I thought about calling animal control, which in my county is the dog catcher. He would probably be unreachable until the morning. I wished I knew some snake handlers, but I know of none locally.

Shit, I thought, I have walked on the glass bridge for gawd sake, I can handle this. I went down into my packrat basement, found a length of PC pipe, an old phone cord and some string. I ran the string thru the pipe, pulled the cord thru the pipe till I had me a noose. I marched back upstairs and slipped the noose around the snakes' heads and gently tightened. I dragged their asses (if snakes have asses) out the front door. I let them go, and they slithered away nonchalantly thru the grass.

"Go lay your damn eggs" I hollered at them. They will do that under a rock someplace. Damn reptiles think they own the place.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: karen1129 on June 11, 2007, 12:27:54 pm
OMG TRuman..............  I would have to move !!!!!!!!! :o :o :o :o :o

Karen
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on June 11, 2007, 01:11:42 pm
I dragged their asses (if snakes have asses) out the front door. I let them go, and they slithered away nonchalantly thru the grass.

 :laugh:  :laugh:  :laugh:

A job well done, Truman.  ;D

That picture of you is great!  Would make a nice avatar.  8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 11, 2007, 02:25:15 pm
It might just, Lynne thinks I need to use the feather duster head dress one, but I won't because its from Walmart.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on June 11, 2007, 03:25:26 pm
It might just, Lynne thinks I need to use the feather duster head dress one, but I won't because its from Walmart.

 :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
Now there is an image!  ;D
I'm glad you made it home ok! Snakes and all.
Good thing about black snakes is they chase off the poisonious ones!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 11, 2007, 03:39:01 pm


       That is one of the best stories you have ever told us yet.  I could just see you being a snake wrangler.  Funny picture...Sounds like some of my adventures.  When we got to the cabin in the woods the night after we
were in the run down little cabin and there was a spider on the wall..me and Roubx, and four or five guys...guess who had to climb onto the back of the futon and kill the spider, so they could all sleep in their beds comfortably...Jeff had the futon right below it.  So I think he was the most worried.
         Does all this remind you of a song...I dont like spiders and snakes.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 11, 2007, 08:13:41 pm
"...and that ain't what it takes to love me,
Like I wanna be loved by you....." :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on June 11, 2007, 09:30:36 pm
"...and that ain't what it takes to love me,
Like I wanna be loved by you....." :-*
Gottlove Jim Stafford!  :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Fran on June 11, 2007, 11:03:10 pm
Truman,

Thanks for the vivid description of your Sky Bridge adventure.  That's one of the stops on our family vacation in August, and I was wondering what it was going to be like and how they run it.  From your description, it seems like they've got it down to a science.

I'll remember to look for my shadow.  I think it's going to be a very cool experience.  (It better be, at that price.)  :)  And like you, I think I'll pass on any helicopter tours of the canyon. 

Thanks again.

Fran
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 12, 2007, 03:19:14 am


          Oh I was so excited today, I got your beautiful postcard.  thank you so much...I just cant believe
the things that BBM has brought my way...{{{{hugs}}}}
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on June 12, 2007, 06:56:36 am
Shit, I thought, I have walked on the glass bridge for gawd sake, I can handle this. I went down into my packrat basement, found a length of PC pipe, an old phone cord and some string. I ran the string thru the pipe, pulled the cord thru the pipe till I had me a noose. I marched back upstairs and slipped the noose around the snakes' heads and gently tightened. I dragged their asses (if snakes have asses) out the front door. I let them go, and they slithered away nonchalantly thru the grass.

"Go lay your damn eggs" I hollered at them. They will do that under a rock someplace. Damn reptiles think they own the place.


Tru, you're living quite a life.  Now you can replace the thought in blue with, "Shit, I lassoed me two snakes in my bedroom, I can handle this."

Re the part in purple, they were probably a pair a deuces (with scrawny asses).  Maybe they would have moved faster if you had barked, "Pronto!" at them. 

:)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 12, 2007, 07:30:21 am
Truman,

Thanks for the vivid description of your Sky Bridge adventure.  That's one of the stops on our family vacation in August, and I was wondering what it was going to be like and how they run it.  From your description, it seems like they've got it down to a science.

I'll remember to look for my shadow.  I think it's going to be a very cool experience.  (It better be, at that price.)  :)  And like you, I think I'll pass on any helicopter tours of the canyon. 

Thanks again.

Fran

Fran, I am so glad your going, take plenty of water, it is very dry out there. You will love it.

Also if you are in the William, AZ area you can take the Grand Canyon Rilway to the canyon, it is relaxing esp. after driving so much.
Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: Kelda on June 12, 2007, 08:06:47 am
So I get home from being gone a week and the damn snakes have decided to come out of the wall and take over the house.

I got home Sunday evening from playing catch up at the office and damn it there wern't two black snakes copulating on my bedroom floor. This just would not do. I can coexist with snakes, but not fertilizing their eggs on my bedoom floor.

I tried the cold water fix, I had seen it used with great effect by the mother of a party host when I was in college, she turnt the hose on this couple rolling in the grass with an audience of about 60. I had no effect on the snakes at all. It did make me realize I needed to clean the floor.I thought about calling animal control, which in my county is the dog catcher. He would probably be unreachable until the morning. I wished I knew some snake handlers, but I know of none locally.

Shit, I thought, I have walked on the glass bridge for gawd sake, I can handle this. I went down into my packrat basement, found a length of PC pipe, an old phone cord and some string. I ran the string thru the pipe, pulled the cord thru the pipe till I had me a noose. I marched back upstairs and slipped the noose around the snakes' heads and gently tightened. I dragged their asses (if snakes have asses) out the front door. I let them go, and they slithered away nonchalantly thru the grass.

"Go lay your damn eggs" I hollered at them. They will do that under a rock someplace. Damn reptiles think they own the place.

You're such a good story teller Tru! I would have screamed and stood looking at them until they went away! How do you know if they were harmless or not? You get alot where you live?
Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: Jeff Wrangler on June 12, 2007, 08:42:10 am
So I get home from being gone a week and the damn snakes have decided to come out of the wall and take over the house.

I got home Sunday evening from playing catch up at the office and damn it there wern't two black snakes copulating on my bedroom floor. This just would not do. I can coexist with snakes, but not fertilizing their eggs on my bedoom floor.

I tried the cold water fix, I had seen it used with great effect by the mother of a party host when I was in college, she turnt the hose on this couple rolling in the grass with an audience of about 60. I had no effect on the snakes at all. It did make me realize I needed to clean the floor.I thought about calling animal control, which in my county is the dog catcher. He would probably be unreachable until the morning. I wished I knew some snake handlers, but I know of none locally.

Shit, I thought, I have walked on the glass bridge for gawd sake, I can handle this. I went down into my packrat basement, found a length of PC pipe, an old phone cord and some string. I ran the string thru the pipe, pulled the cord thru the pipe till I had me a noose. I marched back upstairs and slipped the noose around the snakes' heads and gently tightened. I dragged their asses (if snakes have asses) out the front door. I let them go, and they slithered away nonchalantly thru the grass.

"Go lay your damn eggs" I hollered at them. They will do that under a rock someplace. Damn reptiles think they own the place.

"Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?" --Indiana Jones
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on June 12, 2007, 09:27:58 am
Truman, you should share your serpentine story in FRiend Lee's 'Snakes Alive' thread. Seriously, I would have freaked out big time if I had been in your shoes. Opossums and raccoons (of which I saw one in my back yard this morning) are bad enough!
Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: opinionista on June 12, 2007, 09:49:58 am
So I get home from being gone a week and the damn snakes have decided to come out of the wall and take over the house.

I got home Sunday evening from playing catch up at the office and damn it there wern't two black snakes copulating on my bedroom floor. This just would not do. I can coexist with snakes, but not fertilizing their eggs on my bedoom floor.

I tried the cold water fix, I had seen it used with great effect by the mother of a party host when I was in college, she turnt the hose on this couple rolling in the grass with an audience of about 60. I had no effect on the snakes at all. It did make me realize I needed to clean the floor.I thought about calling animal control, which in my county is the dog catcher. He would probably be unreachable until the morning. I wished I knew some snake handlers, but I know of none locally.

Shit, I thought, I have walked on the glass bridge for gawd sake, I can handle this. I went down into my packrat basement, found a length of PC pipe, an old phone cord and some string. I ran the string thru the pipe, pulled the cord thru the pipe till I had me a noose. I marched back upstairs and slipped the noose around the snakes' heads and gently tightened. I dragged their asses (if snakes have asses) out the front door. I let them go, and they slithered away nonchalantly thru the grass.

"Go lay your damn eggs" I hollered at them. They will do that under a rock someplace. Damn reptiles think they own the place.

  ??? Do snakes run (well slide) around free in Virginia?
Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: loneleeb3 on June 12, 2007, 10:13:21 am
  ??? Do snakes run (well slide) around free in Virginia?
Yep! All over the US except in cities.
The snakes there are the two legged kind! LOL  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on June 12, 2007, 10:46:12 am
Yep! All over the US except in cities.
The snakes there are the two legged kind! LOL  ;D

ESPECIALLY the South, where Truman lives.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on June 12, 2007, 11:16:26 am
I'm so glad I live in Europe. I don't know what I'd do if I find a couple of snakes putting eggs all over my bedroom!
Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 12, 2007, 11:23:54 am
You're such a good story teller Tru! I would have screamed and stood looking at them until they went away! How do you know if they were harmless or not? You get alot where you live?

About the only poisonous snakes we have are copperheads and water moccasins. The black snakes hate them so if you have black snakes they will stay away. Black snakes also catch mice. They are fairly common in my area, but only in the summer months.
Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 12, 2007, 11:25:04 am
"Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?" --Indiana Jones

I know, my partner only get squirrels in his house, I have to have snakes.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 12, 2007, 11:30:09 am
Truman, you should share your serpentine story in FRiend Lee's 'Snakes Alive' thread. Seriously, I would have freaked out big time if I had been in your shoes. Opossums and raccoons (of which I saw one in my back yard this morning) are bad enough!


We have all those, and sknunks, but only the possums got in the house, before I trimmed the dampson tree back, they would climb up in the eves and get in the attic.
Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 12, 2007, 11:31:24 am
  ??? Do snakes run (well slide) around free in Virginia?

Yes, all kinds, but only two that are poisonous. We have the black snakes, corn snakes, green racers, green snakes, and a few others.
Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 12, 2007, 11:32:23 am
Yep! All over the US except in cities.
The snakes there are the two legged kind! LOL  ;D

And sometimes three legged....LOL.... :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 12, 2007, 11:38:53 am
he, he! There's more on snakes in this Snakes Alive! (http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php/topic,6741.0/all.html) thread on Anything Goes!!

Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: Wayne on June 12, 2007, 12:00:13 pm
I ran the string thru the pipe, pulled the cord thru the pipe till I had me a noose.
:o   omg Truman the Bible was rite!   

"They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover."

- Mark 16:18
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Fran on June 12, 2007, 12:58:35 pm
Fran, I am so glad your going, take plenty of water, it is very dry out there. You will love it.

Also if you are in the William, AZ area you can take the Grand Canyon Rilway to the canyon, it is relaxing esp. after driving so much.

I imagine it will be very hot out there in August, too.  Thanks for the suggestions.

We visited Yellowstone a few years ago, and seeing Old Faithful erupt brought tears to my eyes.  I think I'm going to be so in awe at the Grand Canyon that I'll be rendered speechless. 

Oh, and I'm glad you helped your mom fulfill her wish.  Good for her.  Good for you.

OK.  Back to snakes....  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 12, 2007, 01:17:57 pm

             Do snakes run (well slide) around free in Virginia?


             I loved this question Natalie.  I dont really kknow anywhere that keeps all their snakes in zoos, or
terrariums.  But thats an idea..its an interesting thought though.  Now that we have a real life snake catcher, and wrangler...He also knows their mating call.  When he sees it...
Title: Re: Fuckin' Snakes
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 12, 2007, 04:01:46 pm
:o   omg Truman the Bible was rite!   

"They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover."

- Mark 16:18

I think that is the state motto of West Virginia, hoome of Jolo, the vatican of snake handling.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on June 12, 2007, 04:03:58 pm
About the only poisonous snakes we have are copperheads and water moccasins. The black snakes hate them so if you have black snakes they will stay away. Black snakes also catch mice. They are fairly common in my area, but only in the summer months.

And cottonmouths?  We had those when I lived in Louisa County.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 12, 2007, 04:21:24 pm
And cottonmouths?  We had those when I lived in Louisa County.


Yeah they live around the water, swim in fact. That was one of my worst childhood nightmares that one would get me while I was swimming.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on June 12, 2007, 04:37:19 pm
I dreamt a couple of nights ago that my momma's neighborhood had a minor flood.

Not likely since they're on a hillside that slopes gently southeast for a hundred miles to the Atlantic Ocean.   ::)

Be that as it may, I was enjoying swimming in 3 or 4 feet of water in the back yard. The water began to recede fairly quickly and I came to be worried about snakes.

Turned out there were some at the lower fence, but they were sort of flattened down, compressed, freeze-dried, inactive. So I got a towel and dried off.

This is the thread to post dreams about snakes, right?   :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 12, 2007, 05:24:37 pm



           Snake dreams are supposed to be about sex...the snake representing the phallus.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on June 12, 2007, 07:04:25 pm
the snake representing the phallus.
:o   Oh!    :D

 :-\   oh!      :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 12, 2007, 07:52:04 pm
 :laugh: :laugh:            Oh  my gosh Jess that is creepy...and funny...........because it wasnt me.    :o :o :o :o

         Wonder what millions of creepy crawley spiders represent ??
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: southendmd on June 12, 2007, 09:03:55 pm
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author=ifyoucantfixit link=topic=654.msg204509#msg204509 date=1181692324]
 Wonder what millions of creepy crawley spiders represent ??

Well, since you asked, in the same way that snakes represent the phallus, spiders represent the female genitalia.

Aren't you sorry you asked?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 12, 2007, 09:13:28 pm
Excuse me. Snakes have always been, since the dawn of time, the primordial symbol of the feminine. Because of the way they writhe.

Here we go!

(http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-8/1210035/ladywsnakes.gif)

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 12, 2007, 09:22:02 pm
Woo-hoo! Jack the bullrider!!

(http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-8/1210035/bull1-color.jpg)
Title: SnakeRe: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 12, 2007, 09:26:19 pm
Snakes and snakes!!

(http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-8/1210035/threewomen.gif)

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 12, 2007, 09:28:41 pm
And more snakes, woo-hoo!!

(http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-8/1210035/minoan%20octopus%201.jpg)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on June 13, 2007, 02:14:37 am
And more snakes, woo-hoo!!

(http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2006-8/1210035/minoan%20octopus%201.jpg)

I think that one's an octopus.  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 13, 2007, 10:11:36 am


         I have a picture of an octopus on the side of a pig...along with other marine creatures. ie a frog a dolphin, and a killer whale, from in front of the hotel where we had breakfast Elle kinda purty, but odd.  But no snakes.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on June 13, 2007, 10:15:14 am
I think that one's an octopus.  :)
Just seein if you were awake!

 8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lynne on June 14, 2007, 03:50:06 pm
Hey there, Truman - I'm just about caught up here with your thread!  That bridge sounds like quite an adventure - I'm very glad you were able to spend that time with your mother.  I'm trying to talk Mom into a trip to Chicago to visit her favorite nephew in the next couple of weeks and she's not the least bit interested.  I think I'll just stick her in the truck and go - she'll like it once she gets there.

And thank you very much for the postcard!  V took it away from me promptly when I showed it to her - she wants to paint the stamp - she's fascinated by those piercing eyes.  :D

I don't think I've ever laughed harder than I did about the snake story - Friend, you handle whatever comes your way with grace and style, without a doubt.  You're amazing.

 :D

Speaking of snakes and females, Medusa had snakes for hair...
Title: Paul Potts
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 19, 2007, 04:18:12 pm
So what makes me happy and proud today: Paul Potts, a nervous, overweight Welshman with rough looking teeth and health problems who went on TV on Britians Got Talent and sang opera. And man can he sing. Even Simon said he was not expecting that. He got a standing ovation! The man went from being 30,000 Pounds in debt to being a international star.

Potts will appear on the Today show on NBC on Thursday.

http://www.digitalspy.co.uk/realitytv/a61896/paul-potts-vows-to-clear-debts.html

http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=646496&cache=1
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on June 19, 2007, 05:49:34 pm
[youtube=425,350]http://youtube.com/watch?v=i0dzZTPWrSM[/youtube]
[youtube=425,350]http://youtube.com/watch?v=nHYYz_mGP1U[/youtube]

This was his big competition on the night - everyoe thought this little cutie wold win,

[youtube=425,350]http://youtube.com/watch?v=QWNoiVrJDsE[/youtube]
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on June 20, 2007, 02:44:12 am
That guy is beautiful.  Thanks, Kelda, for posting the YouTube clips.  'Course he was might smart in his choice of songs - known weep-inducers.  Still he and his singing are lovely.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on June 20, 2007, 07:15:54 am
Was very intrigued to see the you tube clip of Paul Potts, and I agree, he has a great voice, and that song Nesun Dorma, is one of the most beautiful songs ever written.......

And its very intersting, and I wonder if there is any coincidence, that the bloke who won our Australian Idol, last year, also sang the same song, on the second last night of competition, and subsequently won the title of Australian Idol, the following week....He too, was just a bloke working in a factory, and he sang a variety of songs thru the competion...Roy Orbison's  Crying.....Chris Isaac's Wicked Games....and the best love song of all...Unchained Melody.....as well as many others that he did full justice to, and then to finish it off with an opera song like Nesun Dorma....well there was no way he could lose...(and, not meaning to take anything away from Paul Potts, I think our bloke was better)....

But, we cant take all the credit, Damien Leith is an Irishman, living in Australia, married to an Australian, and now an Australian citizen.

I have been fortunate enough to go see him in live concert since he won Idol, and once again, was in awe of his talent.

His name is DAMIEN LEITH........remember it....look it up on youtube if you are interested......DAMIEN LEITH.......

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 22, 2007, 08:17:40 pm
Katie, it is good to hear from you, and Janice I got your post card in the mail today. I love those rocky beaches of your homeland, and the rainy weather. It is like Ireland, but with trees. do you all ever go to the beach and sun bathe I wonder?

I am in a quandry this evening. Tired from a day of running around seeing to the worlds needs. I regret not spending more time here in this community which is just as real to me and as important as anything else in my life could be. And then there is RL. Sometimes trying to describe something I have learned here or seem go on just does not translate to the people I am talking to. And I find I do not have the time to sit and thoughtfully read thru peoples posts like I should, scanning them to get the gist I realize I am letting my time here become another job.

Life seems to be a constatnt propcess of making new resolutions, rededication oneself to do better. I think that will never change.

I had a call from Celeste last weekend, Yaadpyar who used to be a moderator here. I saved her number, but tomorrow it will be a week and I have yet to call her back. I feel bad about that, but I will, and I want to. I want to hear how she has been doing, if she has heard from Ray, where she has been lately.

Well, Sunday is the 24th, I'll go up on the mountain and have a little toast in honor of "this thing". You know the story has seased being the be all and end all for me, now it is the circle of friends that came with it.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 22, 2007, 11:06:28 pm



          Well yeah we do.. Not too much however, I have never been much of a sun worshiper.
I like the wet and rainey weather, much better.  Thats why we moved to Oregon in the first place.
We prefer the cool...I am so fair, I burn easily..But our beaches are beautiful just to look at..
Im glad you liked it...I tried to pick cards to fit the people.. but still show Oregon/  Maybe they arent what the true intent of the cards were.  But it was mine.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on June 23, 2007, 06:43:00 am
Please tell Yap i was aksing for her and tell her to tell ray the same!

Shakes - you do what you can do and thats good enough for us. You're posts are always so thoughtful and heartfelt - thats what I love about looking at your blog.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 23, 2007, 09:13:47 am
Last night I realized it had been a year since my trip to Wyoming. I went and checked my picture dates and sure enough, last night one year ago I was eating supper with wyane and Joe and Judy at the Virginian Resturant at the Occidental Hotel in Buffalo, Wyoming.

And this morning, piling into an Impala, a young french lady approached us and asked Judy "Are you cabin 22?" "I am Mouk" she told us, come from the other side of the world to make that trip on the Zig Zagged road to Lightnin' Flat.

Bless you my friends. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: esseffjoe on June 23, 2007, 10:49:33 am
I've been thinking as well about everyone and our journey to Lightning Flat. We'll never forget our first view of that house. Much love to all; let's think about a Wyoming reunion sometime in the future. Much love to all, Joe (esseff)

(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/sanfranjoe/WY%200606/IMG_0267.jpg)

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on June 23, 2007, 02:02:44 pm
I've been thinking as well about everyone and our journey to Lightning Flat. We'll never forget our first view of that house. Much love to all; let's think about a Wyoming reunion sometime in the future. Much love to all, Joe (esseff)

(http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g183/sanfranjoe/WY%200606/IMG_0267.jpg)


My God, thats a beautiful picture!
I can't wait till one day I walk that grassy field up to the house.
I know it's not "really" the Twist house but oh to walk through that green grass with the wind whispering at my side.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on June 23, 2007, 02:38:06 pm
 :)    That was a wonderful day!   Thanks for reminding us of the anniversary Truman and Joe!!!     :)

OH! and are those some of Mrs. Twist's blue irises in the foreground?!?  or maybe some other blue flower - I don't remember seeing that many irises blooming, though there were a few.     :-\

blue as Jack's irises ...   :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: jstephens9 on June 23, 2007, 03:22:12 pm
It seems strange to see that dirt road stretching into Montana and to see the house. After seeing it in person it makes it so much more special. I sure would like to know more about the history of that house and I would love to see a picture of it during its heydey. It must have been something else. It is actually quite large and obviously was built extremely well. Have any of the rest of you ever had a glimpse of the upstairs? Joe and I very, very, very carefully went up the stairs making sure not to stand on anything but the risers. We only went far enough so that we could get high enough to look around. I would not recommend going up there to anyone though. There are many rooms up there. So sad to see the house decaying so much though.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on June 23, 2007, 05:27:22 pm
Well, Sunday is the 24th, I'll go up on the mountain and have a little toast in honor of "this thing". You know the story has seased being the be all and end all for me, now it is the circle of friends that came with it.

Firstly, Truman, let me tell you, how privilged I feel, to be part of that "circle".

Secondly, we all move on......there are different stages of everything we go thru in life.....love, hate, grief, happiness, sadness.......but no matter what stage we are at, it is still inside us.

There is no doubt in my mind, that in twenty years time, I will still see something that reminds me of Brokeback, still feel a twinge of sadness, maybe giggle about something that reminds me of the boys, or just think of how one story could make such a difference to my life, and to so many others...........There is no doubt, either, that in twenty years time, you will feel the same way as well..................
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 23, 2007, 08:30:26 pm
 


          Very true Katie.  The feelings that the story gives us is things I have no doubt will last a
lifetime.  Those of us that have been given the opportunity to travel thru the highways and byways of Wyoming. Have an added dimension to our treasury.  The houses, the mountains.!!  But the thing I shall never forget, and hopefully never lose one iota of.  Is the feeling I get from the people.  All of us that have the feelings for this story and place.. We have a very special feeling for each other.  I feel that long after our total obsession with the story has lessened and maybe waned.  I think the feelings for the people will live on and on forever.  I know I shall never forget that part of the story....I personally call it joined at the heart.  By this wondrous story...thanks Truman for reminding me of your trip.  I shall hope to do so for others of mine as well...some time in the future.                                                      janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 24, 2007, 07:05:31 pm
You two ladies are wonderful.

Well I make a lot of plans and have a lot of ideas, but when today came and I thought of how I'd planned on going up on the mountain, I was just too tired. I had breakfast with my mother this morning and I got back home and asked myself what I needed to do, and I settled on sleep. So I took a nap form 10:30 to 2 pm and it was wonderful.

My partner called me up and asked if I wanted to go get lunch and fertilizer. Sure I said. That was when things started falling into place.

The day had become over cast, and in the west thunder boomed. I swigged from a ginger ale rather than a budwiser and I don't smoke cigarettes, but I sat at the winder and watched for his vehicle. When he arrived I ran out the door tucking in my shirt tail. There are two flights of steps betwixt my house and the road. I took them two and two. We didn;t embrace as after a four year absence, but when he said "Ready to go?" I replied "Yup", and we were off.

Nothing wrong with making plans, as long as you let things turn out like they are going to anyway.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on June 25, 2007, 02:40:44 am
Tru, a hot jolt scalded me, reading this description.  :)


"Lunch and fertilizer" makes me think of "Eat Here and Get Gas."  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 25, 2007, 11:10:17 am
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARISSA!!!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on June 25, 2007, 11:10:35 am



        That was very sweet Truman.  I think you celebrated the meaning of the mountain..Just right.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 25, 2007, 11:21:23 am
Yeah, I think you have to just let be sometimes.

In other news I spoke with Celeste (Yaadpyer) on the phone yesterday evening. I past along everones well wishes (Kelda esp.) and got the update on her. She had visited with Ray in Australia back in March, but now he has dissapeared for the time being. She herself is packing up and leaving Chicago by the end of the summer to be closer to her family in the Kansas City area. She is excited about it, and I am happy for her, happy to hear from her.

Also, I received an email from Dana (wyo_men) on Saturday. He was headed up on Brokenback in observance of the one year anniversary of taking us up there. Bless both hearts.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: SFEnnisSF on June 25, 2007, 12:31:34 pm
You know I still kick myself in the rear for not joining you and Judy and Joe and Wayne and everybody on that Wyoming trip last year.  Joe was trying so hard to get me to go. That was before I got the travel bug.  It was missing an event like that that made me realize I wasn't going to miss any more of 'em.  ;D

I remember Joe razzed me at Christmas when I told him I regretted not going.  :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on June 25, 2007, 02:31:47 pm
You know I still kick myself in the rear for not joining you and Judy and Joe and Wayne and everybody on that Wyoming trip last year.  Joe was trying so hard to get me to go. That was before I got the travel bug.  It was missing an event like that that made me realize I wasn't going to miss any more of 'em.  ;D

I remember Joe razzed me at Christmas when I told him I regretted not going.  :laugh:


Eric, you are everyone else's Brokie-travel role model.  :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: HerrKaiser on June 25, 2007, 07:48:54 pm
Such memories and safe-keeping of journeys past are testaments to the values placed on matters of the heart. The thoughts here are purely soulful.

the flowers in the foreground of the "twist" house appear to be chicory. This is a wonderful wildflower that has a pure blue color, which is very hard to find. most blues are that purpley blue that just does not pass for blue. Chicory delivers a gorgeous sky blue/baby blue flower that welcomes one along the roads and byways of the great midwest. And interestingly, once picked, it starts to wilt in seconds; it yearns for its roots and structure to be left in tact.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on June 25, 2007, 08:16:23 pm
Bless both hearts.
bless you for thinkin it up Shakes!!       :) :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Oregondoggie on June 26, 2007, 01:46:53 am

Thinking Of Some Very Dear Souls Up On Brokenback Mountain Last Year While At An Oregon Coast Motel This Saturday...
 
Awoke before five
Daybreak rustles the light surf
Swallows slice across the window
As the sound of an early truck scratches the road.
Later this morning have to be packed and away.
 
New guests will be coming,
Bill was settled the day before,
The owner saying "Just leave the keys on the table,
When you're out of here."
 
Gonna be a while before coming back,
Yet am suffused with a sense of pleasure
Because Truman, Noelie, Joe Owen, Joe Chapadeau, Wayne, Dana, and Judy were in my dream.
 
The stale coffee boils up, but caught it before
It goes over the side, poured it into a cup and
Blew on the black liquid, letting a panel of the dream slide forward.
 
If I do not force my attention on it,
It might stoke the day, before departing,
Rewarm that year-ago time on the mountain
Far to the east of here, when we owned the world
And nothing seemed wrong.
 
Dreams need tending*, even at a motel on the Oregon Coast...
 
(Thoughts paraphrased from Brokeback Mountain)

(*Jessi Ford on ennisjack.com)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on June 26, 2007, 03:43:29 am
In other news I spoke with Celeste (Yaadpyer) on the phone yesterday evening. I past along everones well wishes (Kelda esp.) and got the update on her. She had visited with Ray in Australia back in March, but now he has dissapeared for the time being. She herself is packing up and leaving Chicago by the end of the summer to be closer to her family in the Kansas City area. She is excited about it, and I am happy for her, happy to hear from her.


thanks Tru!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 27, 2007, 10:36:07 am
Last night we watched the Ben Stiller movie "Night at the Museum" I had been meaning to watch it for a while. I won't get into a lot of the premise but among the characters and two diorama figures, a Cowboy played by Owen Wilson and a Roman Centurion played by Steve Coogan. They battle each other, their peeps battle each other, and finally they have to join forces to stop criminals trying to steal a valuable relic.

The miniture guys use the Roman's staff to push in the pin on the tire valve of the get away van , the rushing air blowing them away one by one. The centurion turns to the cowboy and says: "Save yourself" to which the cowboy replies: "I ain't gonna quit you".

OMG, I busted out crying. That line in an otherwize middle o' the road picture hit a home run. I wondered if this was an intentional reference to Brokeback Mountain, and I wondered "what if" What if Jack or Ennis had ever said that to one another insted of what was said. What a difference I would have made.

If you get a chance, check it out. If for no other reason, to see how these two characters interact. Bill Cobbs, Mickey Rooney and Dick VanDyke are amazing in their characters as well. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on June 27, 2007, 10:44:56 am
Well, now I have to watch it!

I got the DVD for my daughter on her birthday and she has worn it slap out! I haven't seen it yet but i will now.
I'm sure it was intentional.  That phrase is used a lot these days.

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What if Jack or Ennis had ever said that to one another insted of what was said. What a difference I would have made.

I wonder stuff like that myself. How great it would have been if they had lived the sweet life. But then, I have to wonder if the film would have had the same impact on me.
It's been an emotional rollercoaster since seeing it but i sure appreciate the wake up call!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 27, 2007, 02:18:02 pm
You know I still kick myself in the rear for not joining you and Judy and Joe and Wayne and everybody on that Wyoming trip last year.  Joe was trying so hard to get me to go. That was before I got the travel bug.  It was missing an event like that that made me realize I wasn't going to miss any more of 'em.  ;D

I remember Joe razzed me at Christmas when I told him I regretted not going.  :laugh:

That would have been so cool if you had, but you know it was uncharted territory then. Many people expressed an interest but just didn;t know how they would feel when they got there. I decided hell I'd be in Wyoming and I'll take that over being at home any day of the week. It was the first experence I had with fellow brokies in person, and it was so liberating, I could tear up and not have to explain anything.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on June 27, 2007, 02:19:16 pm
Such memories and safe-keeping of journeys past are testaments to the values placed on matters of the heart. The thoughts here are purely soulful.


Excellent sentiments HerrKaiser, thank you for sharing.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on June 29, 2007, 05:58:57 pm

The miniture guys use the Roman's staff to push in the pin on the tire valve of the get away van , the rushing air blowing them away one by one. The centurion turns to the cowboy and says: "Save yourself" to which the cowboy replies: "I ain't gonna quit you".

OMG, I busted out crying. That line in an otherwize middle o' the road picture hit a home run. I wondered if this was an intentional reference to Brokeback Mountain, and I wondered "what if" What if Jack or Ennis had ever said that to one another insted of what was said. What a difference I would have made.


OMG, Truman.......I felt the impact of that, just reading your thread.........

And Yes, the mind wanders to another story that might have been told, about our boys living the sweet life, and that feeling of sadness, that it was a story never written.........
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: RebelWithASmile on July 01, 2007, 10:07:03 am
OMG, Truman.......I felt the impact of that, just reading your thread.........

And Yes, the mind wanders to another story that might have been told, about our boys living the sweet life, and that feeling of sadness, that it was a story never written.........


thats why fanfiction is/was so appealing. I used to love Brokeback fanfiction soooo much. Its a great alternative.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 01, 2007, 11:07:44 am
I never knew about fanfic before all this, and have read some. It is a continuation of the story telling process I think we have lost in the last hundred years. I see in it Jack and Ennis and all the others crossing over into the ranks of Paul Bunyan and Johnny Appleseed.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Oregondoggie on July 01, 2007, 03:12:27 pm
I never knew about fanfic before all this, and have read some. It is a continuation of the story telling process I think we have lost in the last hundred years. I see in it Jack and Ennis and all the others crossing over into the ranks of Paul Bunyan and Johnny Appleseed.



The Hills Are Alive With Jack's Harmonica!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 02, 2007, 03:42:25 pm
New directions in your life can start with the oddest things, like Chinese food.

I was have lunch one day a couple of months ago with my friend whose daughter had just become engaged to a nice young man from Brisbane, Australia. (The first time I met him I was sure to tell him what a fan of Heath Ledger I was.) She said the couple was having a time finding someone to marry them as they are not religious and there are few alternatives civil celebrants nearby.

I made the fateful statement: "Well, I'm a notary public, maybe I can marry them."

Well it took off like a lit match in a sawdust pile. Before I could even think about it again the bride was calling me saying how wonderful an idea that was. So I checked, and no, in the Commonwealth of Virginia Notary Publics cannot marry people. To do so one has to be appointed a Special Justice by their local circuit court.

Hmmmmmmmm......a challenge, and one with a potential reward. I told the bride to be sure and have a back up plan, but I would see what I could accomplish. Calls were then made to the court, to a lawyer, back to the court, to the Judge's secretary, to the clerk, the deputy clerk. Finally all the right ducks had been educated. A special justice had not been appointed since waaaaaay back in the last century, for some involved it was their first time.

A couple of weeks ago I filled out a yellowed form and paid $19, went to the DMV to update my drivers license (long story) and it "went upstairs". I would try to check on the progress without making a nuisance of meself. The last time I check I was told they had my number, they would call me. Do you think I gave them a chance?

Over the weekend I lay awake at 3 am wondering what to do. Life is such a mine field, and we go tiptoeing thru it looking for something worth risking our legs over.

This morning I went by the court house non nonchalently (like what is the opposite of Nonchalant I have often wondered) and one of the deputies asked if I had come for my appointment. "Is it ready?" I asked, indeed it was.

So this morning, I, who cannot marry the person I would marry if I were so enclined, took an oath to uphold the Constitution of the United States, the Constitution of the Commonwealth of Virginia, and became commissioned to unite one man and one woman in matrimony. My first wedding will be this Saturday, 7-7-07.

Wulf, I'll be wearing the harmonica necklace you give me.  ;)

 

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 02, 2007, 04:08:27 pm
Wow!
That is awesome.
Congrats for you!
Can I call ya preacher now?  :laugh:

However, this part makes it all bitter sweet!

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So this morning, I, who cannot marry the person I would marry if I were so enclined, took an oath to uphold the Constitution of the United States, the Constitution of the Commonwealth of Virginia, and became commissioned to unite one man and one woman in matrimony.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on July 02, 2007, 04:20:49 pm
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Life is such a mine field, and we go tiptoeing thru it looking for something worth risking our legs over.

That's a great one.  Sounds like something Mark Twain might have written.  Were you channelling him, maybe? 8)

Congratulations on your appointment, Truman!  It is indeed one of life's ironies that you are now in that position.  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 02, 2007, 04:53:26 pm
It is indeed one of life's ironies that you are now in that position.  :)

My life is so full of irony I wonder why my clothes are wrinkled.  :-X
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 02, 2007, 04:54:46 pm
My life is so full of irony I wonder why my clothes are wrinkled.  :-X

ROFLMAO!!!! :laugh:  :laugh:  :laugh:
Taht was great!
May I use that if the situation arises?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: southendmd on July 02, 2007, 05:01:30 pm
My life is so full of irony I wonder why my clothes are wrinkled.  :-X

Truman, that is priceless.  You are priceless.  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 02, 2007, 06:18:06 pm
Lee and Paul, the feeling is mutual.

Now here is another: I can't leave the office because my head is so big it won't fit thru the door.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 02, 2007, 07:14:32 pm




          Well one more reason for you to be nominated our resident Mark Twain.. Your life is truly a
study in irony..  Maybe you could just widen the door.  You definately deserve that big head.  It is so great, its  so sad.  sigh*  My most sincere  :)    CONGRATULATIONS     :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 03, 2007, 01:43:17 am


                                                                     :-*
Title: 4 July 2007:
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 05, 2007, 10:46:28 am
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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 05, 2007, 10:48:24 am
 :o
Title: Re: 4 July 2007:
Post by: Kelda on July 05, 2007, 11:50:00 am
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The food looks yummy Tru... but whats with the scary dog!? look like its creeping up on you ready to pounce!!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 05, 2007, 12:48:12 pm
We went to my friend Carol's (The Sage of Elamsville) house and to get there you have to go thru the country, and thru the territory of three dogs that live to chase vehicle out of their territory. I was real tickled to get that shot, I held the camera out the window and looked at the view screen in the side mirror.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 05, 2007, 03:14:14 pm
Is that coconut between the blueberries and strawberries?
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 05, 2007, 03:43:29 pm



        iI would rather have been with you.  That food looks great, and the
flag cake is a beaut.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 05, 2007, 04:00:33 pm
Is that coconut between the blueberries and strawberries?

Yep, that is the only fruit with cholesterol: Coconut! Yum!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on July 05, 2007, 04:06:28 pm
Yep, that is the only fruit with cholesterol: Coconut! Yum!

But it is good cholesterol.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on July 05, 2007, 04:17:03 pm
Yep, that is the only fruit with cholesterol: Coconut! Yum!

I know a lot of high cholesterol fruit...oh wait...you're referring to the kind that one harvests.   :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on July 05, 2007, 05:03:42 pm
Truman, I saw a Virginia license plate just minutes ago, perhaps the first one ever for me. I had taken our office van to the Classics library, to deliver their daily mail to them (and pick any outgoing mail up), and while parking, saw the pertinent plate adorning the car directly in front of me. The name 'Jamestown' was at the bottom (no doubt in commemoration of the 400th anniversary of the founding of that English colony); otherwise, the plate was very austere.

But it reminded me of you.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 05, 2007, 09:12:57 pm
I know a lot of high cholesterol fruit...oh wait...you're referring to the kind that one harvests.   :laugh:

OMG, Scott in Mass you just doubled my vocabulary!

Scott in Texas: Am I austere (I have never spelt that word before) ? ;)

And squirrles love coconut husks.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: southendmd on July 06, 2007, 08:17:08 am
Yep, that is the only fruit with cholesterol: Coconut! Yum!

Actually, cholesterol only comes from animal sources, so go crazy with the coconuts!

Coconut oil is high in saturated fat, however, which is believed to raise cholesterol levels in people. 

I think squirrels are high in cholesterol.  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on July 06, 2007, 01:32:16 pm
Am I austere...?
Certainly not! I meant to suggest merely that the Virginia reference sent my thoughts your way. I'm glad I didn't use the first word that came to mind when describing the license plate: plain (which most certainly does not describe you, my friend!).
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 06, 2007, 01:58:31 pm
Actually, cholesterol only comes from animal sources, so go crazy with the coconuts!

Coconut oil is high in saturated fat, however, which is believed to raise cholesterol levels in people. 

I think squirrels are high in cholesterol. 

               DOES THAT MEAN WE HAVE TO TAKE SQUIRREL  OFF OUR DIET
               IF WE WANT TO WATCH OUR CHOLESTEROL?   
   Dang, I had planned on squirrel stew for dinner..Ive been fatening em up too.  Lots o peanuts.
   (http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb162/ifyoucantfixit/squirrelsandbirds197.jpg)        


             
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 06, 2007, 02:57:30 pm
Certainly not! I meant to suggest merely that the Virginia reference sent my thoughts your way. I'm glad I didn't use the first word that came to mind when describing the license plate: plain (which most certainly does not describe you, my friend!).

No problem, just a bit of fun with you. Virginia has soooooo many different kinds of license plates, but the Jamestowne one is the most popular one right now.

I like the Washing, D.C. plates that have "Taxation Without Repreentation" on them ;)

One of my female co-workers told me it was national kiss day. So I started humming "I was made for loving you, baby" and walked off.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 06, 2007, 04:06:31 pm
                                           
         Tru you are a tease??    LOL
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 06, 2007, 04:36:19 pm
                                           
         Tru you are a tease??    LOL

Hehehehe, ocassionally.

Speaking of squirrles, I have a friend whose grandma was from the mountains, and she said when she first got preganant she had a craving for squirrel. To eat that is.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Front-Ranger on July 06, 2007, 04:52:50 pm
I second what Texas Scott said. You are certainly not austere!! Austere is to you as Proulx is to Faulkner!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 06, 2007, 06:22:49 pm



       Well mine are all pets, never would consider eating them, any more than the cat
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 07, 2007, 12:43:29 am
Austere is to you as Proulx is to Faulkner!!

I've been working this one over in my mind, and don't think I've quite got it yet.  But it's being an interesting exercise.  I've read more Faulkner than Proulx, but don't have any Faulkner passages memorized.  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 09, 2007, 04:57:07 pm
"My mother is a fish." >:(

--William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

"Catch some fish Daddy, Big, Big ones" ???
--Alma Jr. (Ossana & McMurtry)

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 09, 2007, 07:32:16 pm
(http://images.ciao.com/ide/images/products/normal/193/Ben_Jerry_s_Phish_Food__2198193.jpg)

(Lynne's favorite ice cream)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 11, 2007, 08:26:12 am
"The Lodge" is as old as the town. It had been built as a place for the big wigs of Marshall Field & Company to stay when they came to visit the mill where their towels were made. It was not a place that was accessable to those people making the towels. It was seen only o the sly, when someone got the nerve to drive up the mountain to it, on a single one lane road, worrying they would meet an on coming big wig. Not that there was ever an official policy, but when you are not invited, you certainly don't feel welcome.

The towels are made in central America now, the mill is a warehouse for other things. The Lodge, and its accompanying 600 acres is now a retreat center, and the setting for the wedding I would perform. I had originally turned down the bride and grooms offer to spend the night there, then thought better of it.  It was approaching midnight when I walked up the hill from the pool, sufficiently buzzed, the grand pile of rock in the starlight. "I am going to sleep in the Lodge" I told myself, giddily, with an imagined town of spirits standing behind me.

In the wee hours of 7-7-07, my uncle, aged 77, slipped away after a short and miserable battle with Leukemia. I got the news when I woke up.

Thirty years to the day it had been 7-7-77. I had gone to Dixie Caverns in Salem, Virginia with my family. I called one of my nephews to remind him of it. "That was 7-7-77?! How can you remember that?"

"Quite easy" I replied. I knew Katie's birthday was approaching, but did not know it was that day, as I met her countrymen, fine people from New South Wales, who could not explain why it was not just New Wales. People who'd never seen a lightening bug. The day rolled on, beautiful in its heat, June bugs swarming over the terraced grounds. "No thanks" I said to a beer. "Not drinking till they're married".

The evening was perfect, hot, but golden in the first stages of sunset when the ipod played the didgerdedoo R&B selection. I stood at the end of the shuffleboard court, with the groom and his brother, the best man, and the bride and her father stepped off the veranda. It was one of the most surreal sights I have ever witnesses. They came down the board, I told them to stand on the 7's and take a deep breath.

The babysitter said she clocked the ceremony at 2 and a half minutes. Not a second more.

"C'mon they're call for all the single men to catch the garter" I replied I wasn't single. "Oh that's right".

A couple of rum and cokes would be fine, and when the rum was gone there was the tequila, and in the morning, there was the unbridled visitation by the demon of regret. The need to purge and to get the hell away from The Lodge.

I could not even attend my uncles visitation. The next day I had still not ate and I couldn't sit with the family, I might have to make a dash for it, quick. As the preacher spoke thru tears at how my uncle had helped to removate the church, how his mark could be found in every inch of the place I slipped out to find the the god of porcelain they keep in a little room in the basement, and upon finding it not fastend very well to the floor I looked upward.

"Very funny, Uncle" I said.


Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on July 11, 2007, 08:58:44 am
Shakes - you always write so beautifully!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 11, 2007, 10:08:15 am
Hehehehe, ocassionally.

Speaking of squirrles, I have a friend whose grandma was from the mountains, and she said when she first got preganant she had a craving for squirrel. To eat that is.
I love Squirrell and dumplins!
Well, I did when I was a boy.
Don't know about now.LOL
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on July 11, 2007, 10:32:36 am
Do you guys eat squirrels seriously? I thought it was a joke!!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 11, 2007, 10:32:45 am


           >:( >:( :'( :'(

             SORRY TRUMAN  you  shouldnt have had to go thru that{{{{{hugs}}}}
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 11, 2007, 12:44:46 pm
Do you guys eat squirrels seriously? I thought it was a joke!!!
When your poor, meat is meat! LOL
They don't sell it in the grocery store though!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 11, 2007, 01:23:28 pm



      Its sick, but I just had this picture.  Going to the meat market, and asking how much is a side, or a loin of squirrel.    :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: southendmd on July 11, 2007, 01:29:03 pm
(http://www.binkyrecords.com/images/merchandise/squirrel-sticker.jpg)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 11, 2007, 02:07:31 pm
When your poor, meat is meat! LOL
They don't sell it in the grocery store though!

And if your REAL poor, there is always Possum.........which is why I swore off potted meat.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 11, 2007, 02:14:18 pm
And if your REAL poor, there is always Possum.........which is why I swore off potted meat.
Been there done that!
I don't remember it but I have been told I had possum pie at my great aunts house.
They lived in Giles county out in the sticks!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 11, 2007, 02:19:11 pm
You have got to be the youngest person I have heard of who has consumed the possum!

Now the place down the road from he has a Brains and eggs special for breakfast.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 11, 2007, 02:21:20 pm
You have got to be the youngest person I have heard of who has consumed the possum!

Now the place down the road from he has a Brains and eggs special for breakfast.
i don't know which is worse  :P
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Scott6373 on July 11, 2007, 02:22:54 pm
You have got to be the youngest person I have heard of who has consumed the possum!

Now the place down the road from he has a Brains and eggs special for breakfast.

Yum...had some just the other night...we wa sittin' by the ceement pond, jawin', cousin Joe Bob was pickin' a fine banjo... ;D...kidding... :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 11, 2007, 02:24:17 pm
Yum...had some just the other night...we wa sittin' by the ceement pond, jawin', cousin Joe Bob was pickin' a fine banjo... ;D...kidding... :laugh:
We were too poor to have a cement pond! We just swam in the ole waterin hole!  :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 11, 2007, 02:29:48 pm
When I was a kid my Mamma would get rid of me for a week during the summer by sending me to "Vacation Bible School" at the Methodist church. Them women were so stingy they resued styrofoam cups year on year, they were brown inside.  :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 12, 2007, 01:31:21 pm
Here is a first: I learned of the death of former US presidential widon Ladybird Johnson from the top of the forus page here at Bettermost. (Way to go Phillip!)

I turned to my partner and told him and said with BIG eyes "You know what this means?!?!?" and went on to explain how Bess Truman's record as longest living "first lady"is safely intack.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 12, 2007, 01:33:49 pm
...and it will be interesting too, to see if Ladybird comes to be indentified as the first first lady of Hispanic descent. Her mothers maiden name was Patillo.
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Post by: moremojo on July 12, 2007, 01:55:01 pm
I saw Mrs. Johnson in person twice, both times in Austin. The first time was about a quarter of a century ago, when my mother and I were enjoying a stroll on one of the city's Hike and Bike Trails near Town Lake. My memory is a bit vague, but I remember seeing a woman of some mature years walking past us (from the opposite direction), with maybe one or two men beside her. My mother told me immediately afterwards that the woman was Lady Bird Johnson.

The second time was some twelve or thirteen years ago, when she walked through a hall in the Peter T. Flawn Academic Center on the campus of The University of Texas at Austin (which then housed the now-defunct Undergraduate Library, where I then worked). She walked right past my open office door, with security men on either side of her. My eyes briefly met those of these three individuals as they quietly made their way to the building's rear exit...and I immediately recognized the former First Lady, though I had only seen her live some ten years earlier, and otherwise knew her image only from photographs. I learned later from my then-supervisor that Mrs. Johnson enjoyed the privilege of passing through the staff areas of our library, if she chose to make her rounds on campus easier thereby. I never saw her in that area other than that one time, though.

I learned yesterday afternoon that Lady Bird had died earlier that day. My sister told me when I met her at her church following her choir practice. She said that the former First Lady was lying in state for two days at the Lyndon B. Johnson Presidential Library, also on the University of Texas at Austin campus. There seems to be little comment or commotion on my corner of the campus today, however. The days seems like any other...perhaps her death was expected, considering her age and recent history of illness.
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 12, 2007, 03:39:27 pm
Quote from: Shakestheground on Yesterday at 02:19:11 PM
You have got to be the youngest person I have heard of who has consumed the possum!

Now the place down the road from he has a Brains and eggs special for breakfast.


Yum...had some just the other night...we wa sittin' by the ceement pond, jawin', cousin Joe Bob was pickin' a fine banjo... ...kidding... 
 
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cracked me up...and made me kinda sick at the same time.......... :P    :P
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 12, 2007, 03:47:05 pm



      I remember Mrs Johnson very well of course.  Being somewhat older than the rest of you..She seemed to be the quintessential southern "lady."  She was very soft spoken and kind, and she was always polite. 
      I will forever be grateful to her for the campaign to reinstitute the wild flowers growing by our highways and fields.  I had remembered them from when I was a child, and by the time my kids were born, they had all but disappeared..Now I see them flourishing again..  It may not seem very important in the giant scheme of things.  But I think food for the soul is just as nourishing as food for the body.
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Post by: Ellemeno on July 12, 2007, 03:48:37 pm

I told them to stand on the 7's and take a deep breath.



Truman, :)
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Post by: moremojo on July 12, 2007, 06:19:57 pm
I had remembered them from when I was a child, and by the time my kids were born, they had all but disappeared..Now I see them flourishing again..  It may not seem very important in the giant scheme of things.  But I think food for the soul is just as nourishing as food for the body.
Janice, the wildflower season this past spring was the most spectacular I can remember seeing in all my Texas days. One unexpected, and unexpectedly beautiful, result of my decision to turn back from my intended trip to Colorado in May was getting to see the absolutely gorgeous wildflowers that carpeted the sides of the road to Kerrville from Abilene. The northern part of Llano County was particularly impressive--my mother and I had never seen anything like it, and it took our collective breath away.

So, yes, that could be yet another thing for which we should gratefully remember Lady Bird. And I agree that food for the soul is absolutely essential to a life fully lived.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 13, 2007, 01:54:37 pm
I thought this was a very moving account of Ladybird's passing:

Priest describes Johnson's last moments By KELLEY SHANNON, Associated Press Writer
Thu Jul 12, 4:48 PM ET
 


AUSTIN, Texas - Lady Bird Johnson died amid song and prayer as she spent her last moments with her two daughters, other family and friends at her bedside, a priest said Thursday.
 
"It was a beautiful scene, truly," said the Rev. Bob Scott, a friend of the family who was called to the former first lady's Austin home Wednesday and was present when she died at age 94.

Johnson, the widow of President Lyndon B. Johnson, is Episcopalian. She and her family knew Scott for years because of his association with St. Austin's Catholic School, attended by some of her grandchildren.

Scott, called by Johnson's daughter Luci Baines Johnson and granddaughter Nicole Covert, was told that she was in a coma and close to death, he said in a news conference Thursday.

When he arrived at her home overlooking the city, the multi-denominational group of about a dozen people asked that he lead them in prayer. He said he suggested giving Johnson a welcome into heaven, and he read the prayer "Litany of the Saints."

After each saint's name was read, the group responded, "Pray for Claudia," Johnson's given first name. As soon as he finished the prayer, a nurse at the head of the bed said, "She has passed," Scott said. "At that very moment."

There was also a hymn, sung at the behest of Johnson's older daughter, Lynda Johnson Robb. Scott said he couldn't recall the name of the hymn.

"It just seemed to be sort a song of triumph, to me," he said. "It was something that both Catholics and Protestants sing together. We all knew the words, so that was surprising."

He said Johnson was unconscious before she died, and that her death was peaceful.

"Even though death scenes are not exactly enjoyable ... the meaning of it was so beautiful, the faith of these people," Scott said. "The Holy Spirit sort of works with us once in a while, gets us to do what we should do at the proper moment and for the proper situation. I felt myself blessed to be there."

Johnson's family members are declining to speak publicly this week. But Luci Baines Johnson issued a statement Thursday through a family spokesman thanking her mother's caregivers and "all who ministered to her at the hour of her ascension into heaven."

A series of services to remember the former first lady will begin Friday with a private family Eucharist at her beloved Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center. Johnson, an environmentalist devoted to preserving wildflowers and native plants, founded the center in 1982 on her 70th birthday.

On Thursday, admirers of Johnson visited the center to remember her and sign a condolence guest book. She last visited the center in May for its annual fundraising gala.

"Everybody around here today sort of has wet eyes," said Marsha Bissett, 70, a volunteer clerk in the center's gift shop. "There goes one of the great ones."

The public can visit her casket at the LBJ Library and Museum at the University of Texas, where she will lie in repose beginning at 1:15 p.m. Friday until 11:30 a.m. Saturday. It will be in the same spot at the library where her husband's casket rested after his death in 1973.

An invitation-only funeral, which will be televised, will be held Saturday, and she will be buried Sunday next to her husband at the family ranch in Stonewall.

___

Associated Press writer April Castro contributed to this report.
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Post by: loneleeb3 on July 13, 2007, 04:27:36 pm
When I go thats how I want it to be! :(
God bless her sweet  soul and be with her family!
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 14, 2007, 01:30:53 pm
I have had a visited by the serendipity fairy.

My partner has been reading this book from the library lately, "Pressing On" The Roni Stoneman Story as told to Ellen Wright (University of Illinois Press).
Stoneman may not be immediatly recognizible to most people, but if you ever saw the syndicated TV show Hee Haw she was the gap toothed woman living with her husband in a shack and she was always ironing and nagging him about something. I had always described her as the ugliest one on the show, but that turned out to be makeup. She is actually a very elegant looking woman, but still as authentic as they come.

Her story, simple and direct, was taken straight from interviews and chronical she life in a travelling musical family. Pure oral narative. Her family is from the Galax, Virginia area, but she has lived all over, in desperate situations, husbands who beat her, friends who were not friends at all. She had one hard row to hoe after another. The title is a take off on that never ending ironing, both in that skit which is her greatest claim to fame and in her life, smoothing out the wrinkles. When my partner left for a trip to Wisconsin this weekend I told him I would take the book back for him and check it out myself and read it.

So with a weekend to myself, I asked about and found a friend from work, her sister and kids, and the Australian couple who are the parents of the groom from last weekend, were all going to descend on Floyd Friday night for the Jamboree (www.floydcountrystore.com). I had not been there since the store was enlarged to accomodate more so I eagerly planned on joining them. I stopped in Elamsville at the Sage's invitation of Walmart hamburger and garden grown potatos and ended up taking her gardener, James, with me up there.

James was itching to be anywhere by Elamsville. He does not drive and being dependant on Carol for his transportation and has a bad case of cabin fever. He has recently been attempting a move to Roanoke where he would certainly have a better time of it, and detailed to me the two guys he met thru the MCC church who were supposed to help him find an apartment, but insted got him caught up in their personal drama. I finally had to tell him I had had enough personal drama myself this week and I was unwilling to listen to anymore. His tangential mind went on then to a number of other things and at one point mentioned his taking violin lessons as a child and that his 4th grade music teacher had been married to Buck Owens breifly.

"The woman with the blue fiddle who married him for 3 days?!"

"Yeah that's her! Janet Griph (?sp.) "

The crowd was pouring out into the street when we got there at 7, two or three other band were set up outside, both sides of the street.We found my friends and acquaintences and squeezed our way into the "new and improved" store. Standing room only, as usual. While James held back I twisted my way to the front with the ladies to the new laminate hardwood dance floor. Fans were trained on the floor, which was a blessing. They were all there, the regulars: Jerrold, the human question mark, Wendell, the only black man in Floyd, Turkeyhat Man, Glynnis, who always wears hotpants and who I met once at the Grand Ole Opry, and yes this would be a good night, Over-all boy was there.

Let me explain about overall boy. He is perhaps 32, about 6'2", perfect features, built like a brick shit house, always smiling, laid back, always wearing overalls and tap shoes and man can he dance. Friendly too. Of all the grain fed, farm use men in Floyd County, he is it. To be on the same dance floor with him is to have reason to grin all next week.

Having danced thru four songs, me and my new endorphins needed to go outside and get some air. I went out the front door looking for James when this middle aged blond woman comes up and starts rubbing my belly and hollers to her friends "Eat at Joe's!" and we all laugh and I add "and Tom's and Dick's" and she says:

"Awww, thank you for being a good sport, you are so good looking!" and she extends her hand and says "I'm Roni Stoneman."

I looked at her with widening eyes and the face in front of me matched perfectly with the cover of her book. "Lord God You Are! I'm reading your book!" I all but hollered.

Roni Stoneman went on to thank me and tell me all about he family. Most of her children it seems work for Nissan and she told me I looked like Tim White, an regional music promoter which I took as a compliment and then told me how I needed to get a hold of the Atkins Diet to get that gut off of me before it was too late (I thought had it not been for this gut I would never have met you!) I ended up buying a copy of her book which she autographed for me, but she declined my invitation to dance. I thanked her for telling her story. She is 69 years old now but does not look a day over 55. She was in her eliment, a minor clelbrity among friends, amonsgt people who hold her in high regard, who show her love.

I still wonder sometimes at my serendipideous good fortune. How things make themself know to me just before I see them. I am in that space right now, betwixt what I know and what I try to believe. Come again sprit of serendipity, I always love your visits.

Last night I dreamed I was back in high school again, but this time I was a teacher, not the student.

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Post by: Ellemeno on July 14, 2007, 01:57:17 pm
Jesus H., Tru, I feel so effin' lucky to read this.  Besides the miracles described, I love the "Walmart hamburgers and homegrown potatoes" and I also love that you instantly knew that your "gut" was a key part of the miracle.  Thank you, Serendipity Fairy, for visiting Truman.  :-*
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 14, 2007, 02:17:41 pm





           You are such a blessing to have here Truman.  You are a source of never ending enjoyment.  That was precious, and good to know that others
see your worth instantly as well.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 17, 2007, 02:53:41 pm
It is Tuesday before my departure for Alberta on Saturday. And it is official: I felt my first twinge of anxiety this morning. All this stuff I have to get done before leaving and on top of that more stuff popping up, like it always does when I try to go out of town.

I will pack every night this week. I have the books together, and tonight I will pick my clothes. By Thursday I will make an actual list, bt Friday afternoon I will be furiously hunting for it.
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Post by: Shasta542 on July 17, 2007, 03:02:32 pm
It is Tuesday before my departure for Alberta on Saturday. And it is official: I felt my first twinge of anxiety this morning. All this stuff I have to get done before leaving and on top of that more stuff popping up, like it always does when I try to go out of town.

I will pack every night this week. I have the books together, and tonight I will pick my clothes. By Thursday I will make an actual list, bt Friday afternoon I will be furiously hunting for it.

 :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

When ya get there----Have fun!!!  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 17, 2007, 03:05:45 pm
I will, anyone wanting a post card from Alberta, just PM me with their address.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 17, 2007, 03:26:17 pm
Tru, your serendipity fairy visited me.  This happened the day I read about your experience with Ronnie Stoneman, but have been forgetting to tell you:

I was walking through the local variety store, and I was thinking about your story.  Just as I was getting to the part where she suggested the Atkins diet to you, it suddenly occurred to me to wonder if she knew your last name, and if that's why she said that.  And then I turned a corner, and there was a display of all these Atkins bars.  "That's a weird coincidence," I thought, and turned another corner, to come upon a display of videos for sale.  The only one I saw on the shelf, instantly, was "Serendipity."

"Whoa, I hear you, Serendipity Fairy,"  I said (almost) out loud.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 17, 2007, 11:05:14 pm
I think it is a good thing the seredipity fairy would be visiting us at this particular time. I think it means to travel with us to Alberta, Hummmmmm.......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 17, 2007, 11:17:25 pm
You ever wonder what Jack was doing out on that back road when his tire went flat?

They had called for rain every afternoon this week and I wondered why in the Hell didn;t I mow the yard last weekend. The call came from the office a key I had been waiting on was ready so I would head in and get iti so I could show this house. The new agent, she had called me. She has a Pippy Longstocking of a daughter who today coated her feet with some thing to make cracked heals peal.

She asked me if I could stop at Bojangles and get her a biscuit and I said sure. Then I rememoried they didn;t take debit cards so I had to run by the ATM, I cut into the parking lot, too quick, I hit the curb, hard my tire busted.

I got out the $20 Sears and Roebuck air pump which pointed out the busted place to me, n the rain. So I got the trunk open, full of shit, I got the spare out, the jack, but I am missing......, of all things. The tire iron.

Maybe the seredipity fairy made off with it, I dunno.

I knew the tellers and one of them handed he her keys and said she thought she had one, she did, laying right next to a box of romance novels.  I  carried the impliment to my jacked up car and groaned them lug nuts off. Here was this thing I had known all my life as a tool, and now it was a weapon.

I am driving very carefully now on the little baby tire. I'll go to the used tire place tomorrow and get a replacement. It will cost between $10 & $15. The guy who runs the place will give me back a dollar from my cash and tell me to buy myself a biscuit.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 18, 2007, 02:50:46 am




       This must be the serendipity fairys day to,make you know to keep careful track of your tires.  Today we went to get our tires rotated, and the front end of the car aligned.  The tire store we went to couldnt get us in.  But reported we needed two new tires, and an alignment for the car.  We went to another one of the same chain.  They said we didnt need the alignment but we needed  all new tires.  Dang.. well that was a perfect start to our week.  I am choosing to think, it is the fairys way of telling us we might have had big tire problems on the way to california.  So now we can drive there with no worries about the car and tires...
        At least we didn't have to use a tire iron.  Oh by the way, I forgot to mention, they broke the center cap on one of our hubcaps...
         Gosh it seems to me that prices are getting higher, and reliable work is getting harder to come by/  But its all good, they didnt charge us for the   alignment which we didnt need.  doh
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 18, 2007, 03:05:13 am
Truman, you sound like you live in a place where bluebirds sing, there's a whiskey spring, and bank tellers hand you their car keys..... :)
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 18, 2007, 07:57:04 am
Well, you can;t go fishin' in a whiskey spring.  ;D

The other part of my story was when I got to the office with the biscuit I also dropped off my only piece of mail for the day: and box with red flowers on the outside sent to me, or current resident, from the pharmacy chain CVS. It contained a femine hygene product.  :o

I sat it on the desk and told them they would get a kick out of my mail, and left. Before I got in the car I could hear thier piels of laughter.  :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 18, 2007, 09:11:47 am
Truman, I love reading your stories.
I feel like I was there with you. I guess it helps being from the same area. I'm going to have to get you and my cousin together one of the times you go up there. I think she'd love you!
Y'all would be good friends.
It helps to read your words sometimes and quench the homesickness I sometimes feel. I guess you can take the boy out of the mountains but you can never get the moutains out of the boy!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 18, 2007, 05:07:16 pm
I told them to stand on the 7's and take a deep breath.
Truman, :)
:)   Yeah, I giggled at that line too !!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 18, 2007, 05:14:36 pm
"I'm Roni Stoneman."
:o   Goodness Truman!!  That's amazing!!   :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: esseffjoe on July 18, 2007, 08:26:18 pm
I'll be enjoying the Alberta adventure through your posts. Hope you have easy travels.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: RebelWithASmile on July 19, 2007, 12:06:28 am
I wish i could go to Alberta!


Canada has a great appeal IMO. Idk...after Bowling for Columbine, i think it's peaceful there.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 19, 2007, 07:33:51 am
It is deffinalty a different place, there is this whole absence of....something when I've been there before. Just to know you are standing o ground that has nothing to do with Washington, the IRS, Homeland security and the all prevasive feeling of entitlement.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on July 19, 2007, 09:09:15 am
You ever wonder what Jack was doing out on that back road when his tire went flat?

I have. I've always wondered if he was coming back from one of his Mexico trips. Then again he could have been coming back from a rodeo show or something. As a rodeo man himself, I suppose he went to see those shows from time to time.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 19, 2007, 09:13:35 am
Quote
Well, you can;t go fishin' in a whiskey spring.

No but ya sure as hell can go swimmin in it!!!! :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on July 21, 2007, 06:19:06 pm
Before you leave Truman, I wish you a safe trip and a wonderful pilgramage.....

I wish I were there, but I will be with you in spirit, and will enjoy it all by reading your stories and looking at the pictures..


Take care my dear friend.......have a drink out of that whiskey spring for me.......
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 22, 2007, 03:27:47 am
Oh goody, Truman is about to post from Alberta!!!
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 22, 2007, 03:30:55 am
Will do, Katie Sue!

Well it is the end of a long day. My first thought this morning was when I went to sleep it would be in ALberta, and I am about to do that very thing. It was a beautiful day for travel, to chase the sun across the western sky. At 10:45 mountain time I could see both the setting sun and the lights of Calgery from the plane window, it was like the light had to stick around to see that I got here.

I told the woman sitting next to me I was coming to see where they filmed Brokeback Mountain and she was like "They filmed that in Canada?!?"

Photo ids are being accepted, they are asking for passports but so far a photo id will do.

Earlier I operated a motor vehicle outside of the United States for the first time. A Toyota Yaris. Stranges thing I have ever driven.

Sleep tight.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 22, 2007, 03:31:27 am
You Bet. :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 22, 2007, 03:32:52 am
:-*
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 22, 2007, 12:16:20 pm
View from my motel window this morning:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 22, 2007, 12:23:33 pm
View from my motel window this morning:
Wow Truman!
Thats beautiful!
Thanks for sharing your adventure with us!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Lumière on July 22, 2007, 12:24:22 pm

Enjoy Alberta, friend!

Wish I could've been able to make it.


 :-*


~M
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Brokeback_Dev on July 22, 2007, 12:35:27 pm
Cant wait to see many, many more photos from the Alberta pilgrimage.  You're so fortunate to have had the experience of great fun where they filmed Brokeback Mountain.  Must have been great to share that experience with other Brokies from around the world.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 22, 2007, 10:56:29 pm
Yo Truman!  I got a voice message from Lee - she wants to know if steaks would be welcome at the potluck.  I left a voicemail message back that I'm still in Seattle for five more days.  :)

Give my love to all a thems.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on July 23, 2007, 07:45:24 am
Tru - enjoy!

 :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 23, 2007, 02:13:22 pm
 :D  Woosh I could be there with y'all!            :-\ :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 23, 2007, 09:18:33 pm
I will try and make sense.

Meryl is Annie Proulx's twin.

i am happy.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 24, 2007, 09:11:23 am
I am counting on pictures being worth a thousand words, my exhaustion level is unbelieveable.
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 24, 2007, 09:16:03 am
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 24, 2007, 09:16:59 am
 :o Front Range found the piece of wood missing from the chopping block!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 24, 2007, 09:25:34 am
It was a mixture, again in that space betwixt what I know and try to believe. I did well until the drive there when I realized the actors, the director and crew traveled this road, it started to hit me.

It is called Goat creek.

The walk thru horsefly country to a little place like all the beautiful places here, but different. Here Heath and Jake had been, had laid upon the ground, rolled over rocks, recited lines, changed my life. Here was the place the tent was, the fire, was this bit of charcoal one of those cooling embers?  Here, now knitted into the fabric of the land, that rolls on and on out ward to all of you, to my home, now solid in its reality.

Thankyou, Darryl Solly, and all those involved with findingbrokeback.com.

When Ennis rode away from Jack that first morning the world had changed, this is what he saw around the bend:

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 24, 2007, 09:29:08 am
We were not the first there: a cairn of rocks stands on the spot of the dozy embrace, and a shirt, someone left their damn shirt up there.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 24, 2007, 09:29:20 am
WOW!
Here come the tears! The beautiful writing mixed with the beautiful images and the scenes and emotions they provoke can be overwhelming.
Thank you sooo much for sharing it all Truman!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 24, 2007, 09:31:39 am
I need to put my britches on Lee, gonna go up on that mountain where computor generated Jack moved across the face of it like and ant on a table cloth, and it is easy to feel like an ant out here. Good to know you are there, Friend!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 24, 2007, 09:34:14 am
I need to put my britches on Lee, gonna go up on that mountain where computor generated Jack moved across the face of it like and ant on a table cloth, and it is easy to feel like an ant out here. Good to know you are there, Friend!
It's good to know you're there enjoing the moment and living it for those of us who can't be there!
(http://bettermost.net/forum/index.php?action=dlattach;topic=654.0;attach=13301;image)
I love that there is a marker there. That is almost a holy site. I hope y'all re-enacted the embrace there!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on July 24, 2007, 10:16:53 am
Oh my God, I'm recognizing this scenery! I honestly don't know if I could ever stand on this ground; I think the emotions would be too overwhelming. Thank you, guys, for going there for me (and for sharing the experience via beautiful pictures and words).
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: SFEnnisSF on July 24, 2007, 11:42:42 am
These are awesome.  Damn I wish I coulda got up there sooner this week.  We should open up a thread in the Alberta section for photo's etc. like this.

Keep them coming!  I'll see you Friday Truman!  :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 24, 2007, 02:49:27 pm
 :D   So wonderful to see what you're seeing!!     :D   And what they saw ...  :-\   Wish I could be there too!     :'(   :P ;) :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: SamChez on July 24, 2007, 09:02:19 pm
When Ennis rode away from Jack that first morning the world had changed, this is what he saw around the bend...
Transported, by words and pictures.  Thanks!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: dot-matrix on July 25, 2007, 12:22:41 am
Wow Truman, so much beauty and good friends to share it with.  Thanks for sharing your experiences of it for those of us at home.  Just lovely.  Hi to You and Meryl and my Sheriff honey Roland from me!

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 25, 2007, 01:38:31 am
I just wish I could write. I mean as verbose as I am sometimes there is just not words.
We climbed up what we "thought" was gonna be the mountain where Ennis raises up from washing the coffee pot and see Jack moving across the face of it. That is a computor generated image BTW, I figgered after my experences today that Jack and his horse would have to be about a hunnered feet high to be seen.

Any way, we climbed this mountain. Me and Rayn and Mouk got there late because of a lot of reasons, one of which being a ram and a moose. Tamarack and Nova and Goaboydc and another guy from Finding Brokeback done left, but Rayn hollered for them so loud they sent back a search party and we climbed up thru lodgepole thicket, strait up at a 45 degree angle, for three hours, to discover we were on the wrong ridge and the mountain we ment to climb was next to us. I found a nice spot on a shale strun clear spot and me and mouk enjoyed out lunches.

But that was okay, I told Mouk "If I have a heart attack, let me die, it will be okay." The experence I had today turned out to be real life rather than Brokeback,but damn, what a beautiful place to be.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on July 25, 2007, 03:18:48 am
gorgeous.
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Post by: David In Indy on July 25, 2007, 03:46:38 am
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRUMAN!!!!


:D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D

Somebody posted a thread wishing you a very happy birthday, and I can't find it. Oh, it's there all right, but me and my simple mind can't seem to locate it.

Anyway, there it is. Happy Birthday Friend!!  :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on July 25, 2007, 05:11:08 am
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRUMAN!!!!


:D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D

Somebody posted a thread wishing you a very happy birthday, and I can't find it. Oh, it's there all right, but me and my simple mind can't seem to locate it.

Anyway, there it is. Happy Birthday Friend!!  :D

Its your birthdy Tru?? I can't find the thread either so on here I will say,  Happy Birthday Friend!  :-*

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 25, 2007, 10:16:00 am
(http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i294/garich_66/thBirthdayAnimatedNeonCake1.gif)

What a great way to spend your Big day!!!!!
Hope it's very happy Truman!

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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on July 25, 2007, 10:35:19 am
I just looked at the calendar, and Truman's birthday is on August 3rd. Sorry to spoil the party. However, I suppose he wouldn't mind celebrating it now. Would you Truman?  ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on July 25, 2007, 10:40:21 am
I just looked at the calendar, and Truman's birthday is on August 3rd. Sorry to spoil the party. However, I suppose he wouldn't mind celebrating it now. Would you Truman?  ;D

have two birthdays like the Queen! or just have a birthday that lasts over a week! plenty of time to get over a hangover that way!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 25, 2007, 11:44:54 am
:-*  HAPPY MOUNTAIN DAY, TRU!!  :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 25, 2007, 11:45:55 am
 :D   Happy Birthweek Tru!!!           :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 25, 2007, 12:21:50 pm
Thank kew, Thankew, I will gladly accept all the birthdays I can! This would be a good place to spend it for sure,

So if you can't be in Alberta for your birthday,
Be born again......

I have moved my horse back riding trip back to Thrusday and taking the day to chill out and do some post cards and writing and finally get to the bank to exchange my money. It is no problem spending American money here, but I always feel I am being rude.

I have also determined that the best way to sleep on a fold out couch is to leave it the way it is and sleep on it like a regular couch. I am sharing a condo with Meryl, RouxB, JCinNYC and Kirkmusic, so it is a full house. They are grea people and I am enjoying getting to know them, or know them better as the case may be.

In this wonderful compound we have as our neighbors Sherrif Roland, Southendmd, Mayor Phillip and John,  Front Ranger, Mouk, Pete and Rayn. There are others staying in other places too, including Nerdyjock, who is driving back and forth from Calgery. I had a wonderful time talking with him last night about his experence in life.

Also have met Fabienne and her family. They have two very beautiful daughters. Last night I met BBMkat2006 and her husband. Let me tell you  folks I have never in my brokeback experence seen a more supportive spouce. He is right there with her, documenting the sights, a bunch of them  took off this morning.

Then there are the finding brokeback folks, they are in another whole dimension, they have the scenes memorized, the known locations memorized, the stories behind the finding of them, the stories of talking to the crew, one of them knows the "Ever Try Calf ropin'?" bartender, who had agreed to be interview. I learned that one of the extras at the pool table that Jimbo goes over to is gay, and we came upon them just after they discovered the Ennis leaving the mules up the mountain.

Hey wulf, I played a tune on the hormonica you gave me when I was up on tht mountain yesterday, even surprised meself. RouxB wants to know where hers is.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 25, 2007, 12:29:53 pm
 ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 25, 2007, 12:30:59 pm
 ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 25, 2007, 12:33:10 pm
 :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on July 25, 2007, 01:34:13 pm
Loving the pix!!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 25, 2007, 01:39:12 pm
Only 5 more posts Kelda!

Hey the Canadians have updated their coins to show the Queen more like she is now. It is cool. Sorry to hear about all that rain and flooding the English are having.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on July 25, 2007, 01:41:42 pm
In Scotland we're absolutely fine - but my mum, sister and nieces are down staying at my aunts at the moment - in Gloucester! Luckily the house hasn't been flooded and they have water and electricity but they can't go too far as everrywhere is flooded! Not much of a holiday but they are safe...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 25, 2007, 02:51:48 pm
 :D  Thanks for sharing the trip with us Truman - keep em coming!

And say howdy to Mouk and RouxB for me!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 25, 2007, 04:10:12 pm
You Bet Wayne!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 26, 2007, 01:18:02 am
It is quieter on the boards, They are here, in this living room, fork in hand, the soft mummer of conversation punctuated by Phil laugh, RouxB tender meandering voice, bbmkat texture and Abe, grounding us all. I sit here in this comfortable chair and gaze out at them, this community of people, stepped out of their separate and unequal lives, to come together here.

I am still wondering. Most times I am wondering why shit happens, but this, wonder, this thing what got a hold of us, it ain't over yet. It will continue, it will turn the tumblers of my heart and either open it, or close it, as the case my be. It is a good thing.

And in the soft cacophony of this place I smile a little inward smile. I am happy, you have made me feel wonderful, and young again, and sure of myself. My eyes turn away from Brokeback Mountain, and I send you a wink.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 26, 2007, 01:51:32 am
You may be calling them "dumb asses," but it don't take much lookin' to see who the smartass is!  :-*  Thanks for writin', Bud, we are drinking it up.

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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 26, 2007, 08:19:49 am
It is quieter on the boards, They are here, in this living room, fork in hand, the soft mummer of conversation punctuated by Phil laugh, RouxB tender meandering voice, bbmkat texture and Abe, grounding us all. I sit here in this comfortable chair and gaze out at them, this community of people, stepped out of their separate and unequal lives, to come together here.

I am still wondering. Most times I am wondering why shit happens, but this, wonder, this thing what got a hold of us, it ain't over yet. It will continue, it will turn the tumblers of my heart and either open it, or close it, as the case my be. It is a good thing.

And in the soft cacophony of this place I smile a little inward smile. I am happy, you have made me feel wonderful, and young again, and sure of myself. My eyes turn away from Brokeback Mountain, and I send you a wink.

Truman, you certainly have a gift for writing my friend!
i love your eloquent style and the details you give. I feel like I'm there with you.
Thanks for keeping us updated!
I'm so glad you are there living the dream for us!
Have afun and keep posting!
Tell  the sheriff I said hey!
Lee
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 26, 2007, 09:31:37 am
Thank you Lee, I think sometime the Muse likes me, I think sometimes she is drunk on tequlia and throwing mudballs at me.

The manager of this place is a round feller, in the evening he walks his cat on a leash. The cats name is Lady Attitude. As he stands talking to a guest LA focuses her attention on the bushes and swishes her tail like she is planning on cutting them down.

Yesterday the horse rideing group had problems, as I heard, Mouk had to jump from her horse when it got spooked. She is okay, but Fabienne was kicked, directly in the knee. I am hoping she went to the hospital last night. I had switched with her so she could go yesterday and I feel bad about it.

I should head out myself, this day not only is a blank page, but some one has come along and erased all the lines. 
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on July 26, 2007, 09:43:01 am
Yesterday the horse rideing group had problems, as I heard, Mouk had to jump from her horse when it got spooked. She is okay, but Fabienne was kicked, directly in the knee.

Oh my god! That's awful. I hope she's fine. Please, keep us posted if you have more news.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on July 26, 2007, 09:55:33 am
Thank you Lee, I think sometime the Muse likes me, I think sometimes she is drunk on tequlia and throwing mudballs at me.

The manager of this place is a round feller, in the evening he walks his cat on a leash. The cats name is Lady Attitude. As he stands talking to a guest LA focuses her attention on the bushes and swishes her tail like she is planning on cutting them down.

Yesterday the horse rideing group had problems, as I heard, Mouk had to jump from her horse when it got spooked. She is okay, but Fabienne was kicked, directly in the knee. I am hoping she went to the hospital last night. I had switched with her so she could go yesterday and I feel bad about it.

I should head out myself, this day not only is a blank page, but some one has come along and erased all the lines. 

oh goodness, please give Fabieene a hug from us here.. I hope she's okay.

cats on a leash - I had ones for my cats - a jokey present left by 'santa' the year i got the kitties. They did and skimble still does just sit firmly and get strangled if I try to use the leash .. they insist(ed) on getting dragged along!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: esseffjoe on July 26, 2007, 12:09:31 pm
Yesterday the horse rideing group had problems, as I heard, Mouk had to jump from her horse when it got spooked. She is okay, but Fabienne was kicked, directly in the knee. I am hoping she went to the hospital last night. I had switched with her so she could go yesterday and I feel bad about it.

This is not good news. Give both a hug and well wishes from me, and do not feel bad about sitting out yesterday.

Reading your posts makes me even more sorry I could not be there.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: belbbmfan on July 26, 2007, 02:20:52 pm
((((truman)))

please don't feel bad. my knee is swollen but the iboprufen and the ice are working, no need to go to the hospital. besides, it's laundry day anyway  ::), so plenty of rest for me.

i'm so glad you wanted to switch with me, it would have been very difficult for me to get there today.  :-*

and being on moose mountain was awesome, kick or no kick.

see ya

fabienne
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 26, 2007, 03:08:21 pm

    I am truly enjoying the posts telling us what is going on..So sad though about fabienne and the other lady to be horse pitched.. 
    Low startle point indeed.  Hoping you all continue and have no more incidents of injury or disasters...Only Good Fortunes From Now On............
                                                                                      janice

     
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on July 26, 2007, 09:22:21 pm
It is quieter on the boards, They are here, in this living room, fork in hand, the soft mummer of conversation punctuated by Phil laugh, RouxB tender meandering voice, bbmkat texture and Abe, grounding us all. I sit here in this comfortable chair and gaze out at them, this community of people, stepped out of their separate and unequal lives, to come together here.

I am still wondering. Most times I am wondering why shit happens, but this, wonder, this thing what got a hold of us, it ain't over yet. It will continue, it will turn the tumblers of my heart and either open it, or close it, as the case my be. It is a good thing.

And in the soft cacophony of this place I smile a little inward smile. I am happy, you have made me feel wonderful, and young again, and sure of myself. My eyes turn away from Brokeback Mountain, and I send you a wink.

oh baby.......what a wonderful way to describe how you are feeling......and guess what?.....you got me feeling it with you, as no doubt everyone else who reads this....

What more can I add to such beautiful words......i wont even try......love u Tru....
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 27, 2007, 01:04:20 am
Hey Fabienne, I am glad you are okay, today on the ridge Allen (the head wrangle) had his horse bolt crossing the first creek and it came down on him hard. He was Okay, said he was any way and we did that 14 km trip Moose Mountain where we saw the I Ain't Queer scene and the running to the disembowled sheep scene and the moveing the sheep on the cliff scene.

I can't describe to you all what it was like to lay in the spot Jake Gyllenhaal  laid on that ridge, it is like the twilight zone.

Katie, good to hear from you, be watching your mailbox!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shasta542 on July 27, 2007, 01:11:14 am
Wow!! The horses I used to ride on trail rides were so gentle--they were almost tooooo calm. These ones must be a little more frisky!! I'll need to take lessons before I go again. No more injuries, I hope!  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on July 27, 2007, 01:15:09 am
You Alberta pilgrims are living rough, just like Ennis, and Jack too, in his younger days. Sorry to hear about the kicks and bruises (and any flattened harmonicas), but you might think of it as one more way of getting closer to the boys.

Take care of yourselves, and happy riding.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 30, 2007, 09:49:41 am
Dear Friends,

My last day here in Alberta and I have been able to get a connection. I apologize for the sporadic reposts, but RL has taken priority on this trip, and when I have had some down time it has been for rest.

I will be doing ALOT of writing later this week. I will tell you this trip has been the best trip I have ever been on in my entire life, I have done more, seen more and enjoyued myeself more than any other time.

Thank you Meryl, this would not have happened if it wernt for you, and thank you Thurson and Lovey, I mean Phillip and John, for giving us a home which this week was really a home on the range.

And I'll tell you what: Mayor Phillip is one of the funniest people I have ever met. He cracks me up evertime he says something.

The postcards are going in the mail this morning.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: loneleeb3 on July 30, 2007, 09:53:21 am
Have a safe trip home Tru,
I can't wait to hear all about you adventure and see your pictures!

Dear Friends,

My last day here in Alberta and I have been able to get a connection. I apologize for the sporadic reposts, but RL has taken priority on this trip, and when I have had some down time it has been for rest.

I will be doing ALOT of writing later this week. I will tell you this trip has been the best trip I have ever been on in my entire life, I have done more, seen more and enjoyued myeself more than any other time.

Thank you Meryl, this would not have happened if it wernt for you, and thank you Thurson and Lovey, I mean Phillip and John, for giving us a home which this week was really a home on the range.

And I'll tell you what: Mayor Phillip is one of the funniest people I have ever met. He cracks me up evertime he says something.

The postcards are going in the mail this morning.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Brokeback_Dev on July 30, 2007, 10:07:28 am
Dear Friends,

I will tell you this trip has been the best trip I have ever been on in my entire life, I have done more, seen more and enjoyued myeself more than any other time.

The postcards are going in the mail this morning.

I am so happy for you Truman that you had the wonderful opportunity to go on this trip to Alberta. 
I am looking forward to my post card!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: moremojo on July 30, 2007, 11:19:46 am
That really touches my heart to read of this being your best trip ever, Tru. BBM has been such a blessing in our lives, in part for bringing so many wonderful people together.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 30, 2007, 11:37:20 am
Indeed Scott it has, and I'll tell you this, I don;t feel like the same person who arrived here a week ago.  I think it has facilitated the real change in my life that Phil holds as the mission for the sight. In the past week I have hiked a mountain, rode horses twice, rode a mechanical bull, gone to a rodeo, danced, sang, rafted, swam, loved, lost, and had the biggestest emotional release of the century.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on July 30, 2007, 12:31:31 pm
Truman, I'll be downstairs with my bags in a few minutes.  :)  :-*

Hi Everyone - just a quick "Truman is the bestest," which I'm sure you'll all agree.  :)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 30, 2007, 02:49:31 pm


        Wow, Truman.  So glad to hear you have had such a wonderful experience.  That is what this movie is all about, isnt it.  You are always the best in my book.  And thank you very much.. I really appreciate that.  You are such a caring and wonderful man.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on July 30, 2007, 02:58:49 pm
Glad you've had such a good experience.

 :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Meryl on July 30, 2007, 03:44:06 pm
Safe journey home, Truman!   :-*

I'm still in Calgary, resting up for an early flight tomorrow to the Tetons to see my brother for a few days.  Never enough mountains, never enough.  ;)

Thanks for your eloquent reports, Friend, and thanks for your smiling presence this week.  The great fun and emotional highs we had on this trip made all the planning more than worth the effort.  How about that moon last night?  It don't get better than that.  8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 30, 2007, 03:56:59 pm
Thanks for sharing the trip with us Truman!!  We'll look forward to more of it soon!!    :D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Wayne on July 31, 2007, 10:51:51 am
I will be doing ALOT of writing later this week. I will tell you this trip has been the best trip I have ever been on in my entire life, I have done more, seen more and enjoyed myeself more than any other time.
:D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on July 31, 2007, 11:17:15 am


           " Yippee yi oh ky aye.".....yeehaw       :laugh:     :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: dot-matrix on July 31, 2007, 03:22:04 pm
I won't be around on Friday so I want to take a moment......

To wish you..
Truman
Southern gentleman, sage and humorist of rare insights  
a very happy and fulfilling Birthday!


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Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: JCinNYC2006 on July 31, 2007, 11:34:11 pm
Even though I'm a king, you're still the top guy around here!  Happy birthday my newfound friend!  big big hug, J
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 31, 2007, 11:36:21 pm
Thanks Dot! I hope to be around, sounds like I will be busym the office sort of went to hell with or without me.

I am really at a state about  writing about all this, will be doing so in the next few days but it is so overwelming, so much of it, wanting to get it just right.

I will tell you that not only is it the best trip I ever took, it is the best thing I ever did in my life, life changing in fact.

Yeah, I know what I'm getting for my birthday. Running shoes. And this guy I have carried a quarter of a century is being evicted.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on July 31, 2007, 11:38:34 pm
Even though I'm a king, you're still the top guy around here!  Happy birthday my newfound friend!  big big hug, J

 ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;) ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: JCinNYC2006 on July 31, 2007, 11:40:16 pm
Thanks Dot! I hope to be around, sounds like I will be busym the office sort of went to hell with or without me.

I am really at a state about  writing about all this, will be doing so in the next few days but it is so overwelming, so much of it, wanting to get it just right.

I will tell you that not only is it the best trip I ever took, it is the best thing I ever did in my life, life changing in fact.

Yeah, I know what I'm getting for my birthday. Running shoes. And this guy I have carried a quarter of a century is being evicted.
We should have jogged while we were there!  That path in Canmore was perfect.  And don't worry about getting it right, however it comes out is gonna be you, that's all that counts...
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: opinionista on August 01, 2007, 06:26:06 am
Hey Juan. Good to see you back around here. I've been missing you!  8)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on August 01, 2007, 02:01:42 pm


      Truman if you dont really feel ready to tell about your trip.  You should not feel obligated.  If you want to keep it forever just for yourself, thats ok too.  Some things are difficult to put into words even tho we have a very profound feeling about them.  You can internalize that for yourself.  No apologies.  So take your time.  If and when you feel like telling it.  We will be here to llisten.                                               janice
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: JCinNYC2006 on August 01, 2007, 03:08:40 pm
Hey Juan. Good to see you back around here. I've been missing you!  8)
Gracias Natali!  Oiga, este Truman necesita practicar espanol asi que tenemos que ayudarle!  Hope you're well, been too long, J
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on August 01, 2007, 03:14:23 pm
Yes Juan - its so nice to lok at the last posts at the bottom of the home page and loads are from you!!!

 :-*
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: JCinNYC2006 on August 01, 2007, 03:38:11 pm
hey Kelda!  Great to see you too, you were missed this trip!!  I am going to try and post more often...J
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Kelda on August 01, 2007, 03:40:23 pm
hey Kelda!  Great to see you too, you were missed this trip!!  I am going to try and post more often...J

Well, thankyou! and YAY to posting more often!!!!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2007, 03:59:18 pm

      Truman if you dont really feel ready to tell about your trip.  You should not feel obligated.  If you want to keep it forever just for yourself, thats ok too.  Some things are difficult to put into words even tho we have a very profound feeling about them.  You can internalize that for yourself.  No apologies.  So take your time.  If and when you feel like telling it.  We will be here to llisten.                                               janice

Well I can;t keep it to myself, I'll  bust. Now Phil and John they have the whole weekend on video, and when you see it I hope you will approve. We did a ceremony in which I attempted to honor your brothers memory. Wish you could have been there.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: JCinNYC2006 on August 01, 2007, 04:01:33 pm
That was a great ceremony Tru, very moving and a perfect way to close out the trip.  J
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2007, 04:08:10 pm
Gracias Natali!  Oiga, este Truman necesita practicar espanol asi que tenemos que ayudarle!  Hope you're well, been too long, J

yo trabajo en mi espanol!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: JCinNYC2006 on August 01, 2007, 04:21:05 pm
yo trabajo en mi espanol!
Bueno pero no digas la palabra que te ensene en Calgary!  Es muy fea!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: ifyoucantfixit on August 01, 2007, 04:36:27 pm
      Truman you are such a caring person, and thank you very much for that.  I feel very honored to have friends that would do that.  You are a joy and a blessing to this place..........thanks again.



 Juan, I dont know if you remember the conversations we had over a year ago about the Rufus Wainwright music, late one evening on chat.  I went to see him in concert last night with my two grandaughters.  The concert was great fun and loads of energy.  He really has a special and unique voice.  The music was not what I am used to from him, but it was great.  Just not quite what i expected.  He had lots of kind of new age stuff in it, with horns, and other instruments not usually on his music.  I am still trying to digest it, and find out if i really like it or not.  I wish he had put more of his older stuff in.  Only two songs, out of a 2 1/2 hr show.  There was divided thoughts also on his opening act.. Sean Lennon.  I liked it ok for steel rock music, but i dont think he will be close to his father in ability.  His music did however have certain things in it that were a tribute to the guitar styles of his father. 
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Post by: moremojo on August 01, 2007, 04:40:53 pm
Julian Lennon certainly sounded like his father when singing, but he seems to have disappeared from the radar for the past many years. Even if Sean had no talent at all, and didn't possess a single creative bone in his body, he would still merit a place in musical history for inspiring one of his father's loveliest compositions...'Beautiful Boy'.
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Post by: JCinNYC2006 on August 01, 2007, 04:58:26 pm
Juan, I dont know if you remember the conversations we had over a year ago about the Rufus Wainwright music, late one evening on chat.  I went to see him in concert last night with my two grandaughters.  The concert was great fun and loads of energy.  He really has a special and unique voice.  The music was not what I am used to from him, but it was great.  Just not quite what i expected.  He had lots of kind of new age stuff in it, with horns, and other instruments not usually on his music.  I am still trying to digest it, and find out if i really like it or not.  I wish he had put more of his older stuff in.  Only two songs, out of a 2 1/2 hr show.  There was divided thoughts also on his opening act.. Sean Lennon.  I liked it ok for steel rock music, but i dont think he will be close to his father in ability.  His music did however have certain things in it that were a tribute to the guitar styles of his father. 
Hi Janice!  That rings a bell about Rufus.  His name came up on the trip too, he does have a particular style and I was saying I tend to love the covers songs that he does (Across The Universe, Hallelujah, Bewtiched, Bothered and Bewildered) and certain songs that he wrote (a lot of Want Two, like Waiting For a Dream).  When I read critiques of his music, the word "ambitious" comes up a lot, but when I've bought his albums, I'm not always totally satisfied.  I can't say that I would've liked Sean Lennon at all either, but it sounds like the concert was worth it?  J
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on August 01, 2007, 05:08:53 pm
         One of the things in his favor (Seans)  it was difficult to hear everything he was saying, but he does seem to be very personable.  Cracks jokes, and certainly doesnt take himself too seriously.  I thought that was very likeable. 
          Rufus is such a wonderful personality, that even if you dont like the music, you can still enjoy his show a great deal.  He first came out in a red and white candy striped suit with glitter stars placed over it.. I thought it was great.  The second time after the break he had on the lederhosen.  The last set was his tribute to Judy Garland, and broadway which everyone loved.  They also remarked he had legs most women would envy..  All in all it was a great experience.  But my favorite album is still the first one i bought.   "Rufus Wainwright."  I love all of that one.
            He did a Foggy day in London town, and Hallelujah.  He had the crowd in his hand for those.  It was
amazing.

        And Scott showing how my mind runs in odd ways sometimes.  At the most unlikely of times.  Strangely enough, while Sean was onstage, I actually did think of him as the wee babe his parents had wanted to deeply.  How he is a very special person if only for that reason.  The influence he had on his father.          

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Post by: Ellemeno on August 01, 2007, 05:46:33 pm
Hey Truman, here's an early birthday present for you.  It's always nice when you know you are giving somebody something they really want.  You will have to get the sound on your computer fixed...

(http://www.aboriginalvoices.com/images/logo.png) (http://www.aboriginalvoices.com/)
http://www.aboriginalvoices.com/

("Listen Now" button in the upper right)

Love from one of your many friends,

Clarissa
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on August 01, 2007, 06:11:15 pm




     Lincy wont work Elle.
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2007, 08:30:18 pm
Bueno pero no digas la palabra que te ensene en Calgary!  Es muy fea!

I am going to have to work on that one, but I think I sould probably say:
Oh, I'm sorry. ;)
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2007, 08:36:39 pm
Hey Truman, here's an early birthday present for you.  It's always nice when you know you are giving somebody something they really want.  You will have to get the sound on your computer fixed...

(http://www.aboriginalvoices.com/images/logo.png) (http://www.aboriginalvoices.com/)
http://www.aboriginalvoices.com/

("Listen Now" button in the upper right)

Love from one of your many friends,

Clarissa
:o
OHHHHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY      :o     GAAAAAAWDD ELLLLLLLLLLEEEEEMMMMMEEEEOOOOO!!!
 :o
SHIT! That is Genius! We were like groving to that on the way to the airport and mentioned doing it and who knows if I ever would have or remembered and here you gave it to me, gave it to everybody here and that is so cool. Awe man, I have got to get song sound on this thing and like on tororry.

Whew!
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2007, 08:58:36 pm
Well, it come up on me in fits and starts.

On friday, I got a call on my phone and the person on the other end of the line said "do you know who this is?" and

I says, "No, who is this."

And it's Lee! Our own Lee calling me on the phone I am telling you and I was just as tickled because I was freaking about going to Alberta. All the tumblers had come together satifactorally and it seemed the escape would be with out much drama but I think I was more fearful of the reentry because I had some festerin work situations that I knew might be ripe by the time I got back. It helped me lighten up. Thank you, Friend!

And then that morning, I just woke up and it was a beautiful day and I thought : when I go to sleep tonight it will be in Alberta! And sure enough it was. The tip there was one of the most unmemorable experences of my life, totally stress free and uncomplicated. The only memorable thing was that I read the whole book "I Had To Do Something" By Mike Jones. He is the call guy who outed Ted Haggard. It is a wonderful read. You learn a lot about what his world is like. I think he is cool. Abe later read the book too in Alberta, but I get ahead of myself.

The sun was still glowing red in the sky @ 11 pm mountain time when the lights of Calgary appeared in the dark below, the sun had seen me safely there like a dying parent. (I don't know, really, for some reason i have been talking like this all day.)

I told two Canadian women, one a realtor in Calgary (please go away) and an Ontarian living in Florida. I told them both I was going to see where they filmed Brokeback Mountain. They were familar with the movie and had no idea it was filmed in Alberta, let alone Canada.

In Wyoming they will tell you it was fimed in Canada. If nothing else, they will tell you that.

I told it to the Canadian Customs office upon 1.2 km hike thru the Calgary Airport. Twists and turns and ramps and stairs and it got to be a test to see if you were physicall fit enought. They did provide benches.

The nice young lady said: "Reason for your trip?"

Me; "Meeting some friends from online."

Her: "Are these Canadians?"

Me: "Some are, mostly the US, and one woman from France who lives in England."

Her with big eyes: "And the purpose of your get together?"

Me: "To see the sights where Brokeback Mountain was filmed."

Her, Surprised and suddenly satifsied told me to have a good time.

I did.





Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2007, 09:24:18 pm
The there was the car.

I had thought for MONTHS when I get there I am gone get me a convertible.

Well as the months went by the subcompact line was looking better and better so I asked Mr. Tudboll about
12:40 in the moring (I think that is either 24:40 or 00:40, one) just in case devine providence had a surprise for me. I am always expecting the wrong thing of devine providence. I got what I absolutly needed: An iddy biddy Toyota Yaris. I think I have seen them arond here,, but not many. I had never driven a car outside of the United States and I suddenly took it seriously. Took that and my hunger and found me a Wendy's and then a Travel Lodge that was populated by a biker gang, some with biker chicks who I think got into the fasion end of it than the ones I have seen. But they were a bit intimidating, one look just like the guy ennis kicked in the face. Their jackets and belts were all different MCs in Ontario and Roland is welcome to lay in on this anytime but they spoke French. But I seem them.

So then I head out on Hwy 1 the next morning. The Trans Canada Highway, head west, it is the main road and it goes right thru the middle of town and this is a good sized city. It ain't Denver as far as I can tell but it was big enough. especiall if you are trying to follow Kirk on the freeway. We'll get to that.

I found them with no problem at all. I just drove past the big olympic sky jump and out in to the country, it cuts off nicely. Out yondoer I tried to teach myself what a kilometer was by looking at the odometer but I was more turned on by the fact the speed limit was 110. That just looked nice even if I was intentionally reading it wrong for effect. Went right up to the Branch Boundry Lodge and got out and seen all these people standing on the porch, like Sunday at Granny's house and I got up there and I recognized Phillip, from having seen one small picture of him and hearing his voice once, which I think I recognized from the radio. He has a good voice and I never tired of hearing it. He is an amazing guy. He and John, and I lerned to think of them as such because they compliment the hell out of one another. If this heard of cats were Gilligans Island they would be Thurston and Lovey Howell, 21 st century edition that is.

And Phillip just cracks me up even when he ain't taking about that woman from Alabama and the mudbugs what got in her mailbox.

I got their attention and asked if they were Bettermost, Wyoming and then I hear my name called so I went up and the faces were coming at me like in a dream, the well known , the familar, the remembered.

And then the woman at the top of the stairs turned around. It was Mouk!


Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2007, 09:44:01 pm
Mouk, is special to me because I met her on that first trip but first, please let me go back tell you what I remember of her telling me her story and she can come up in here and tell me to myob and tellit herself if she wants to.

Mouk is from France, and lives in the UK. One day, a saturday I have always imagined because she said it was a matinee, she went to the cinima and say this poster for Brokeback Mountain and it had two nice looking cowboys on it, so having heard nothing about it and based upon the obvious appeal of the main characters she bought her ticket for her ride to North America.

I learned on this trip that it was the show for the hearing impaired and it had subtitles which annoyed her at first but as devine providence would have it, came in handy, huh? ;)

So then at the end of the credits, (she is gone kill me I know, but I won;t worry about that right now) the lights come up and it is her and one guy sitting there and she can't hardly breath and he turns to her and says something to the effect: You ok?

When I first met her on the Yahoo Board I could tell she was not from the US. It was kind of a new thing for me and I thought cool. I picked up  on that and the gender fairly quick and as the fiirst gathering I went to approached we discussed by email the logistings of traveling to Wyoming from some place way far away but I don;t think I was clear on where. She would be without email for a period until the last minute. Any changes would have to be waiting for her small window of opportunity to abort if the thing didn;t happen. She was taking a risk.

I think she flew, what was it Mouk, 48 hours from Namibia? We were all in the car getting ready to go to Lightning Flat and her she come around the world in the nick of time. She had more window of opportunity to open than I ever realized. I was wowed by it. Wowed by her story, wowed by the power of this story. Words, placed in proper secquence to allow for the communcation of an experence had done this like dna comes together to make a person.

I know she enjoyed it, and when I give her a copy of Jeb and Dash befor dashing me and Wayne to our airports, their was tears in her eyes so when I seen here there at the top of them stairs I was looking, looking for that first and all I see was happiness. Hope I didn;t scare you slinging you around like that.

She has come across the water. Her intention is to remain in Canada. I am hopeful she can. If she can get into the travel industry there, she will be the person, folks from all over can come to and she could make it happen for them .

We have an express here where I live: Gurl, your the shit! And I mean that in the most positive way possible. I have long admired my ancestors who crossed that water for the crossing part but hell, your really doing it! I can;t believe it, it is wonderful! We sent up a little prayer for you. But then again, I get ahead of meself.


Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2007, 10:10:42 pm
I can almost call them, as I see them left to right, it was Phillip, and then Paul and Meryl and Juan and Roland and Rayn and John and RouxB was in the house. Well, you gotta go around and touch all of them, whch was no problem at all. I was so happy to be there. My jaw muscles was starting to loosen up.

(You see Janice I can't just write about it I gotta put on a show. At this rate I will be 44 when I finish.)

We had lunch at this really nice open air resturant in down town Canmore. Upon parting the car we observed a resident sweeping up a broken beer bottle in the street and he asked us did we want a beer, in a joking manner but it got me to thinking.

Now for a word from our sponcer: Having already had all the scapes with the law I entend having this lifetime I was mindful that I was at a much higher altitute and the effects it had on me last summer and I ordered a Guiness. Damn it was good.

Lunch was wonderful, I sat at then end with Mouk and John and across from Roland and then beside him Phillip. John at then end of the table. I decided right away that Roland was some kind of a shape shifter because he can do things with his face I have never seen another human being do. I thought I was having a flash back at first. I could tell right away there were all very intelligent people so I better act right. I soon lernt I didn;t need to be so uptight.

We went on the easy trail up to Grassi Lake as Pete had sent word to us. I knew about it from the banner Elle posted. I had seen it that morning. It was forshadowing. I would see a scene here and then after the so called easy trail saw it in real life, its green and blueish water made me say "Well, look at this...."

We were below what I later learned was a mountain peak formerly know as Chinaman Peak and addly enought there was a gentleman of unknow Asian descent with his daughter hoping to retrace his steps to his car, above. Unfortunatly we were not able to help him beyond showing him the map. After coming back from this trip I would probably have took him back, or got us lost one.

It was a good bonding with people I knew like RouxB and Paul and Mouk and people I did not know, like Juan and Meryl and Rayn. And the sun was real nice, and the air was clean, and Meryl said:

"Oh look up on the mountain, is that mist?"

It turned out not to be mist. It turned out to be DUST.

DUST I tell you, the reason Devine Providence would not let me have a convertible. Thank you.

We learned about the dust later, on Monday, just past our parting area for the Grasy Creek hike, Rt 743 (?right) turns to dust and gravel and washboard and there are people hiking and bikeing and climbing and there is dust like the dust bowl, like biblical plague, it is that dramatic.   

In the Toyota Yaris with Mouk and Rayn we followed Mayor Phil and Vice Videographer John up there and it dawned on me" They travelled on this road, Jake and Heath, on their way to do a scene, many of them.

It put me right over the edge. ANd what it is like is this: you have done travelled acrost the continent, the country, the planet, and you are wowed by the incredible beauty of the Canadian Rockies and here in some place you have never been, never thought about going to, you come opon a place you know, intimately. Like the back of your hand, like the line of your lovers spine, you are walking down a gravel road past a locked gate and the flys are biting you and you look up, and there on a mountan side across the valley is this crevass, faint, in the greened trees of summer, you know it, know what it looks like with snow in it, as Ennis Del Mal pitches an empty whiskey bottle and the tears come up in your eyes, oh may gawd.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 01, 2007, 10:25:11 pm
Now according to the information provided on the findingbrokeback website, and with the aid of Phil and John's boundless supple of electronic gadgetry, we were soon encouncing Meryl in her spot on the thrown of Ennis. Ennis the lassoed prince. The fair haired boy of summer who is having to leave the mountain, and by extention, his true love.

Even tough I am 30 lbs over weight and far from them summers I had my picture taken there. I didn;t ever get me in but a few and ain;t really worried about it, I really didn;t even need a camera, there was so many cameras going off you would have thought Oliver North was about to testify. From there you really should take the high road thru the rip rap and not go thru the bog like I did, to get to the camp sight.

Here the FNIT. washed clean of tons of mulch brung in for the shot, washed by sping floods not enough to completely wash away some charcoal, in a spot. This is Goat Creek. A a bend in Goat creek where a hiking trail crosses on a foot bridge that you have to climb up on and tilts up stream. It is the bridge. These are the trees, this rock Carin is the spot of the Dozy embrace scene. Visitors to the spot are encouraged to add a rock. They are encouraged by someone saying so in such a manner as it sounds like a good idea. That is all the weight it has to carry. And people pass thru there on that trail all the time and never know.

Thank you Juan and RouxB for assisting me in the reinactment. Thank you Abe for handing me a rock from Goat Creek to place in the cairn. I believe they remain there still, after we are gone. 

I made my video debute there, oh gawd I am gone have me such a margarita before watching that one!

But law it is getting late and I need to iron some clothes for tomorrow so this is it for me tonight.
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: JCinNYC2006 on August 01, 2007, 10:37:05 pm
I'm more on the edge of my seat than when I was reading the Harry Potter book, and I was there!  You sure know how to keep em coming back!  Buenas noches mi amigo...J
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Katie77 on August 02, 2007, 06:58:13 am
Truman, thank you so much for all your writing......I have only read it once, but im sure i need to read it two or three times more, which I will...

As usual, with your wonderful words, it is easy to be sitting there right beside you, seeing what you are seeing,hearing what you are hearing, and feeling what your are feeling.

Thank you for taking the time to write it for those of us that were not fortunate enough to join you.
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Post by: Katie77 on August 02, 2007, 07:07:37 am
.....And i hear its your birthday.......

HOPE YOU HAVE A SPECIAL AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TRU

LOTS OF LOVE FROM YOUR AUSSIE MATE....XXXXXXXXX
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Post by: wulfar360 on August 02, 2007, 12:08:43 pm
wonderfull words  truman  as always   !
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Post by: BBMISWEAR on August 02, 2007, 12:30:00 pm
Oh Truman I am reading this with tears in my eyes!  I can feel the joy coming right through my computer screen - just like I could feel it coming through my phone line all the way from Alberta to Maine last Saturday afternoon!!!

Truman I need more...more stories...and pictures...everything!  (I know never enough with me, huh)?

Thank you so much for this...but I truly do want to hear more.....

Lisa xoxo
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Post by: Front-Ranger on August 02, 2007, 12:49:02 pm
Guinness-drinking Truman, Take Me Away   (to Alberta again!!) 


HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRUMAN!! SO GLAD I FINALLY MET YOU!!

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Post by: Meryl on August 02, 2007, 02:09:43 pm



8)  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRUMAN!  8)


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Post by: loneleeb3 on August 02, 2007, 02:10:54 pm


8)  HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRUMAN!  8)



Is this for real or another false alarm???? :laugh: :laugh:
Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 02, 2007, 02:54:41 pm
Yes, it is for real this time, less than 18 hours and I will be 44 years old! ;D

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Post by: loneleeb3 on August 02, 2007, 03:10:29 pm
Yes, it is for real this time, less than 18 hours and I will be 44 years old! ;D


Well HAPPY BIRTHDAY

I hope it a great one and all your birthday wishes come true!!  ;D
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Post by: ifyoucantfixit on August 02, 2007, 03:15:03 pm

                  


                                           
:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRUMAN! 


                              Have a joyous day.                     
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Post by: opinionista on August 02, 2007, 03:29:43 pm
I was going to wait for tomorrow but what the hell...

¡¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS TRUMAN!!

:D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D  :D


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I hope you like chocolate  ;D
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Post by: Penthesilea on August 02, 2007, 04:04:54 pm

:D Happy Birthday Truman  :D
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You already got chocolate, now here's strawberries:

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 :D Have a great day!  :D
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Post by: Shasta542 on August 02, 2007, 04:21:21 pm
MMMMMmmmmmm--both of those cakes look so yummy. I hope the birthday boy is sharing!? 

Happy Birthday, and I love reading about your experiences, Truman.
  :)
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Post by: Penthesilea on August 02, 2007, 04:27:03 pm
Truman, I want to thank you for your writing about the Alberta trip. You describe everything so lively and colorful, I soak up every word. And it feels almost like I had have been there myself. Thank you so much for sharing with us.

Title: Re: Shakesthegrounds Rumblings
Post by: Ellemeno on August 02, 2007, 06:36:11 pm
Truie,

I'm going to go on as if you will very soon have sound.  While rambling around YouTube, I found this and thought it might be another nice birthday present for you (since it's the dog's birthday in the video).  The Top 25 Greatest TV Shows of All Times.
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jTugCEwRZVg[/youtube]
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Post by: Shasta542 on August 02, 2007, 07:34:35 pm
 :laugh:

He is hilarious, Elle---birthday hump...haha
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 02, 2007, 10:35:02 pm
Many thanks. I hope you all have a nice day tomorrow. It is Friday after all.
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Post by: ohiomyown on August 03, 2007, 12:13:46 am
Many thanks. I hope you all have a nice day tomorrow. It is Friday after all.


Truman, it's your birthday  in your time zone, but not yet here in mine.  I've been thinking of you and re-living our Alberta time all day as I traveled back into RL. Hope you get the gift of Fulfillment on this, your day. 

What a Magician you are, you turn Strangers into Friends.
Happy Birthday, darlin'
Judy
I flew all the way from Calgary to San Antonio today, and my arms are tired from all that flapping!
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Post by: Brokeback_Dev on August 03, 2007, 07:59:57 am
 
:-* :D :) ;) :o :P     Happy Birthday
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Post by: Shakesthecoffecan on August 03, 2007, 08:05:50 am
I busted two pair of jeans in Alberta.

The first was a rather new pair I had bought a couple of months before. The crotch could not take Mt. Inflexible.

Tuesday morning The Yaris headed out 742 again, Rayn beside me, Mouk in the back seat, getting lost in Canmore and then heading past the Goat creek parking area where a Ram grazed on the dust of the road, perhaps craving some mineral, or injesting small stones to aid in its digestion. On down the road a Moose on the road side made its exit into the woods, but the next one, was a good ways away, taking a bath in the lake and unconcerned with who watched her. We sat in the road, stopped in silence with a few other dust generators, still with no clear idea how far to the Provincial Park and the Sawmill parking area where we were to meet up with the findingbrokeback guys. We were doing a hike called "Jack Asscending".

So, dumb old me thought Jack Ascendsing was when Jack rode up to the sheep the first night on the mountain. Wrong, it is that scene, computor generted, in which Ennis, reaming out a coffepot in the stream with his pants leg rolled up, looks up, and sees Jack moving across a high meadow like and insect across a table cloth. The effect is real good on the big screen.

We thought we saw that mountain