The Sun is ardent and passionate about today. Riveting its rays on our sub saharan souls we melt in its presence. No lap of luxury exudes from the shores of Great Michigan Lake cascading along the coastline of our environs.
Sorting through the formats of life can be difficult when you are not sure how many choices you have. Just step out on the porch, lower the shade and soak up the HEAT.
At 8:00 am the rays are coming over the horizon of the lake zeroing in on your face, best to have some shade to pull down to offset the blazing glare. As one friend once said your not going to get anything done just sitting there talking about it. I best be moving on and getting on it it. BUT WAIT!! Did I win the lottery last night? “Shut up fool, you’ll know soon enough.
David Roberts is the manager of the Los Angeles Dodgers. The position of Manager of a baseball team comes with some DIGNITY, until you offer something to deny its presence. While the Dodgers are the clear front runners in their Division, it is by no means a given that they won’t experience some sort of catastrophic injury to say Kershaw and suffer an ignoble descent.
So, with something akin to half the season left to play, Roberts comes out with a slam against the White House to say he is not going, when he hasn’t even got the World Series in hand to even be invited. Personally, I wouldn’t give two hoots if NO SPORTS FIGURE ever goes to the White House and let me add further, for playing a game they shouldn’t even BE INVITED to the White House. So this is going to sound crazy, but since we are harkening back to olden times a lot. Let’s go back to Gladiator times and every time there is a near brawl of (one’s afraid and the other is glad of it) that all participants be escorted to the Los Angeles Coliseum and thrown into the mix with cudgels and other instruments until there is a final conqueror.
Should there be no clear winner after several reviews and protests amidst chants of We Won’t Go, bring in the Lions and Tigers. of which I have a picture of around here somewhere.
ONE MORE THING; MEN, If you always wear a suit you can use the bathroom anywhere.
“If you take responsibility for yourself you will develop a hunger to accomplish your dreams.”
“So many of us are looking for a savior to rescue us. The government. The lover who will heal the wounds of the past. The expert who will show them “the one thing” that will make all the difference. If you wait on these things, you will wait a very very long time.
Only you can rescue yourself. This is not a tragedy. It’s an opportunity. The ultimate opportunity, in fact. “
I find the above IRKSOME. The only thing absent from its high sounding mantra is the ending. “You idiot.” I’m going out on a limb today challenging a concept of many gurus out there today who preach a philosophy of ‘self help’ I was introduced to W. Clement Stone, Norman Vincent Peale, Zig Ziglar and Napolean Hill many years ago. Long before the likes of Tony Robbins, Les Brown and others. I would not say the latter are charlatans but copycats who have refined the same message in their own image.
I no longer hope for the day that “I shall overcome”, I have. And I know how I got here. Others too often say who have traversed a similar path, “if I can do it, anybody can do it.” I say that’s a false lie. It’s not true. None of us are made so much alike that what fits one’s life is guaranteed to fit another’s.
Now I have hit a stumbling block of remembrances of laying naked on a dungeon floor while others of my age were struggling through high school and puberty and proms and cars, all because I was kicked out of my home which my parole officer used to have me sent back. Oh, there’s more, there’s always more. But where were the soothsayers of self recovery then, where were the protestors of inhuman justice perpetrated against juveniles then. Did they think we were machinery and changing a few parts here and there would be like the kissing of a boo boo and there it’s all better now.
See, I’ve lost my way and can no longer focus my attention on the task at hand. It’s at this point the writer knows what he or she is writing is nothing more than the flailing of their arms screaming into the night. Followed of course by the crumpling up of the paper torn from its moorings in the typewriter and sent flying toward the rubbish can. But this isn’t a typewriter, nor paper, nor someone who minds that they are still not quite happy about yesteryear…..
Even as the night goes unwillingly and it’s darkness clings to the remaining hours not even the fumbling fingers of an old man on a keyboard can withstand lightnesses early arrival. I’ll pay for this later I tell myself but laying claim to these early morning routines allows me the tranquility that only me, the birds, and a few moist worms can enjoy alone for our reprieve.
I have had a hint at the news while waiting for the water to boil for the coffee and I won’t be turning that back on. One of my tasks that awaits me is how to disconnect cable while keeping my landline phone and the internet.
Hope springs eternal is still the mantra with the weather though compared to other parts of our country we really don’t have anything to complain about. Playing with fonts and opening size letters are all I can do to keep my fingers moving. Where did the Tiger go that I had planned to feature in this article. Let me go try and find him.
I should give reference to the above quote as being attributed to A. Lincoln.
This coincides with doing one day at a time. A euphemism that is followed by many who traverse these lands. Additional content shall be forthcoming. Whenever I work from the office of Dr. Dryasdust I am sure to encounter conditions in harmony with sneezing. Since I am a slow individual anyway we’ll tackle this project slowly. Wait a minute, this is my new format of posting to social media. It is in so doing that I have all my posts under one roof and don’t have to wait 2, 5, or 7 years for Memories to bring them back round again. And should any medium not like my posts, I’ll still have them. Which brings to mind another thing. I can go back and re-capture my old posts and bring them over here to consort with other thoughts, I’ve thought.
I wouldn’t believe it had I not seen it myself only moments ago. I didn’t even catch the name of the tournament, having only changed the channel in time to watch the devastation careen off the lip of the cup.
I am moving over to my website, scotirish.org, exclusively beginning this coming Friday. We have been down this road before but as I enter this year I need to discard the old and search for something completely new, and believe me, it is not on Facebook.
On March 1, 1978, I began a new chapter in my life when I was released from a federal halfway house. Judy Kalina (nee Hullings), drove me down to 832 S. Wabash in Chicago in her yellow Bug Volkswagen. There wasn’t much to my departure, sign out pick up my belongings (a box of books) and officially move in to my new home in Evanston.
This site is still under construction as you may have heard. Today, we are starting all over again. And I suppose the first thing I need to tell you is that I like Rock and Roll and Rhythm and Blues and about most musical genres to tell you the truth. You will see that interspersed throughout my writings.
As I approach my 74th year, and soon too, like next month. There’s no mountains to climb, no things to overcome, and no vision other than to cross the finish line. I’ve done most of the overcoming and mountain climbing that I am going to do. There are those who want to push me to do more goal finding, what does God want me to do. Well I don’t know to tell you the truth but if he has something for me I’ll be ready and if He doesn’t than I have done the best I can and we’ll live with it.
In the mean time we’ll do a lot of reviewing because as I have experienced these 74 years, like the Farmers Insurance man says I know a lot, because I have seen a lot. Take this particular Web Site which I call Thomson Home Emporium. It will become the merchandising arm of the publication. Other pages will have other functions that we will bring to life as we proceed. Other than being the Editor of a weekly Prison Publication Editor of The Weekly Echo. for a few years all I really have is a lot of gumption. To that end we will see what we shall see. More to be forthcoming, that’s for sure. And let me say, most of y’all know me to one degree or another, you see something that might benefit this site feel free to speak up. John C Thomson
Ever Since the Chicago Cubs mortgaged their future for what they thought was their immediate gain they have continue to auction off the best they had to offer and fallen victim every time. D J LaMaheiu went on to stardom with the Colorado Rockies and Josh Donaldson went on to star for several teams, Oakland, Toronto; And now Gleyber Torres and Eloy Jimenez are about to break on the scene and we are going to long for the day that never will be of having those two with the current set of Cubs.