I Coulda Been A Contenda

agreeing with C_+J_'s dad

I myself aint givvin' up on my hopes of beein' Presidnt ;) ;)

Beautiful post ol simmons, know that I think the world of you, and I love you, but I wish you could putt a little better. Coming from a guy who couldnt hit a donkey on the ass with a bass fiddle.

Also, Ive seen Garths chest, he could have that translated into three Chinese dialects, and they would all fit on his furry turf. But I have to agree that is a quote to live by. Priceless.

Hang in their Captain, golf season is right around these last grey clouds, thank goodness.

Mr.Simmons, sometimes disappointments lead to many fond memories.

Aw Kieth, your blog is a lot of fun to read, but your visits are even better!

I had to laugh as I read about at that petite elderly lady-gotta love that post-menopausal straigh talk! My father often repeats with a laugh the story about how my dear Aunt Bonnie responded to her daughter,Janie, at the family reunion once when Janie told her mother "My baked beans look much better than your bake beans!" Without missing a beat Aunt Bonnie replied "Well eat 'em then!" Ha! Classic!

The elderly. Our national treasure.

I've been doing a little introspection lately, and one of the thoughts that disturbs me is the ever diminishing resource of our elderly. The thought that in a few more years all the old-timers will be gone-well,it scares me. I know, I know, we'll still have google around to ask those questions to...yet there's something about the vasts amount of knowledge, experience, courage, examples of self-sacrifice, that the elderly possess that once it's gone, well ,gee..I'll feel kind of lost. My dad, for example, was born in year 1913. He still lives up in the old farm house where I was born (he delivered me, as well as cut and tied my umbilical cord-gave me an inny!). This guy's seen so much in his life....damn! It'll be a lonely day when he goes.

And what the hell do I have to offer the young but tax dollars? The wisdom of Maybe, maybe not?? Bah! I guess, if/when comes the time, I can think back to my Dad and what story he might use ,then do my best to tell it like it is/or was, on our side of the mountain. Or,suggest a google search.

Kieth,see ya tonight!

Oh btw,one of your sucessful legacys was in last night-love that Matty!-he speaks so highly of you.

My successful legacies are four fold, they are all different and I'm proud of all of them. They are my four best friends and my relationships with each are all unique.

Matthew is a class act and I only wish I had half of his intelligence and all of his sense of humor.

Remember what they say, "Always be nice to your children, for they will be the ones choosing your nursing home."

Was that Ralph Waldo or Lake and Palmer?

Early on, Emerson was friends with Thoreau and Hawthorne. Can you imagine those conversations?

Well said.. well said. I think it's a good idea to stop and take account of your life every now and then.I, too, have enjoyed the ride thus far.

well no cause its another day gone--- but yes becaue there are more comments on this blog to read!

Another wonderful evening at The Pepperoni Grill. It is easy to become addicted to your manicotti, not to mention the Bourbon Barrel Stout. I'm sure that my lack of any culinary skills will drive me back pretty soon. Great service too, please tell Megan we sure appreciated her hospitality.

I sure appreciate the plugs fellas-

Come on down,C&J'sDad,it'd be a pleasure to meet you.

After dinner here it's a lot of fun to walk a few steps west down the sidewalk to the fine establishment known as Aggies. There you can rub elbos with the locals and enjoy a cold drink.

outnumbered: What are you going to do with all those capital letters you've saved up over the years? Does your keyboard even have a shift key? Oh, and before hope&dust beats me to it, disappointment only has one 's'. How long you going to be in Florida?

I've never written a play before and if I ever worked up the courage to try, I'd have to start with a comedy. It's like betting the ponies, if you start with a comedy and it doesn't work, then you conveniently, at worst, have a relatively poor tragedy.

Sly Stallone as Thoreau:

Yo, I can't catch any fish.

Dan Akroyd as Emerson:

We honor the fish because they have external freedom, power and grace, which we feel should be proper to man. The poet is the sayer, the namer and represents beauty, while the fisherman destroys the delicacy of life. All of our senses direct us to the conclusion that, if you don't like it, move your silly cabin to another pond.

Outnumbered? - Get yourself a miner's light to type by when CR sleeps. By the way, I've never considered myself a disappoinment, just been told that I've been one. I've had some disappointments, but that usually originates with too much outside in, swaying too much or just a total block out, but I doubt that you'd completely understand the reasoning behind those concepts.

I don't remember inviting anyone to eat. I usually don't do that because I'm a poor planner. I'm pretty much of a spur of the moment type of diner, but if you're going to be in the area, give me a call.

I've always heard that an old mathematician never dies, he just loses some of his functions.

Maybe this example would help, B ball fan: Ghosts don't exist,right? So if,for example,we stepped into a room where there were 3 rows of 7 ghosts, then in that amazing moment we would try to make a quick count of how many ghosts were actually before our eyes by multiplying -3 x -7 and concluding that's 21 freakin' ghosts! Run!!!

Hmmm...nevermind. Maybe your nephew is right.

I'm not playing Monopoly, but maybe some Mexican Dominoes. I've never thought it was right that no one but Parker Bros could make Monopoly.

I'm not sure about those ghastly ghost-like multipliers, but if you look at having a debt of $3 (or -$3) and you owed that amount to three separate dead people (or -3 people), then your total debt would be +$9 because dead folks can't collect (we'd be splitting hairs to even mention their heirs) and you'd be $9 ahead.