First day of school. School sucked.
Two of the finest people I’ve ever known: my Uncle Les Walsh and his wife Bobby (one of my mother’s sisters).
Rest in Peace Bobby. My elegy to her is here.
Nowadays they call this ‘child abuse’. That poor dog, he lived in fear. I was fourth of five kids and I think my ma just sorta burned out at that point. She was mostly amused by me bein nuts. Of course my dad, well, who do you think took this?
If only I’d been born later, Calvin Klein would have loved me.
The folks and ‘the boys’. Passerbys were probably thinking “must live near a nuke plant”.
Left to right: My Father, George, me, my mother Shirley and my brother David.
I still remember Kennywood Park – I was so lucky to have gone there as a kid. The Thunderbolt was my favorite ride. Worst ride – that damn tippy ark-thingy. Scared me so bad I still have nightmares. THANKS DAD!
My cousin Joe Walsh‘s daughters. (click thumbnail for larger image)
From left-to-right: Annie, Casey, Leslie, Megan.
Congratulations to Leslie on her graduation (last year)!
Time for Peace
by Jim Winkler
(James Winkler writes a regular column for The United Methodist General Board of Church and Society and makes me grateful that I belong to the Methodist faith -mdw)
The United States lost this terrible war in Iraq long ago. Those of us who oppose the war have not done enough to wake up people to reason.
VA. APPEALS COURT
Anti-Spam Conviction Is Upheld
N.C. Man Flooded AOL Customers With Unsolicited E-Mail
‘Have you no sense of decency, sir?’
It is to our deep national shameâ€”and ultimately it will be to the Presidentâ€™s deep personal regretâ€”that he has followed his Secretary of Defense down the path of trying to tie those loyal Americans who disagree with his policiesâ€”or even question their effectiveness or executionâ€”to the Nazis of the past, and the al Qaeda of the present.
Angie Paccione’s campaign just raised $1,000,000
One of the waterfalls on the North St. Vrain river below Button Rock Dam (TerraServer).
Work to get these cursed things OUT of our election system. NOW
Saw this on a concrete-pumper truck control panel. I think this is the most graphic warning label I’ve ever seen (and I’ve seen a few). Definitely would leave a mark.
Changing the Report, After the Vote
My dear friend Charles was struck down by a sudden attack of blood clots – agonizingly painful and completely dibilitating. Had us all worried there for a while.
He’s doing much better now, thank heavens!
Last report indicates he’s still feeling pretty bad – this was a ‘near-death’ experience. Apparently the clots went the ‘right’ way – otherwise he’d have died of a heart attack or a stroke.
Marilyn and I visited recently and took him a home-cooked meal. He’s looking much better! WHOO HOO!!
Just did a network analysis for a Mac-based client and found nine-year-old Mac hardware quietly working away in the backroom.
9 years x 40 work weeks x 5 day work week x 8 hour day is over 14,000 hours with virtually no maintenance. In an office with *no* computer-savvy staff.
Try that with a crop of Dells.
Jon Gruber at Daring Fireball (again) lays it all out.
Brian Krebs, Jon Ellch and David Maynor certainly *do* appear to be completely full of s–t and dead-set on trashing their own reputations.
Gruber does a very detailed item-by-item dissection of their ‘demo’ and the obvious distortions and flat-out lies therein.
Everything that’s pertinent about Jon Benet’s (latest) confessed killer.
Apple’s investigation into claims of poor conditions at a Chinese iPod factory found no forced labor but revealed that workers were exceeding the company’s limits on hours and days to be worked per week, the company said Friday.
So close we share blood
your sister my mother
our families blurring together
In the wheel of faces
yours is brightly lit
Echoes of you stand near
children of your heart
adoring husband – his arm bare
yet you are here
I hear your voice
speaking through your children
and they hear the echo too
your face in their mirrors
Gentle heart I wish you well
I was proud to know you
and more proud
to be family
For my Aunt Bobby
Hearing reports of numerous deaths in friends’ families. I hate losing people I love.
My dear Aunt Bobbie Walsh passed away after a severe stroke. The family is gathering to pay their respects.
‘Ferdee’ has moved on… Continue reading F-100 is Gone
Nothing to see here, move along.
I think this is Stephanie Baum – such hate with such glee:
I think that last line is a reference to the ‘Darkest Days’ post and is even more repellent than the ‘Not So Bonita’ remarks* days after Marilyn’s death. Not to mention proves someone’s still stalking me. So much for cyber security cough. But every time they pull this nasty shit I’m going to publish about so that people will have a reference going forward. Eventually there will be enough dots. Note how this person always calls me out by name but hides behind a pseudonym – which the Times-Call conveniently refuses to reveal the email to. I’m certain the Longmont police could (or have?) found out but I don’t know. The law about defaming the dead that they so vigorously shook in my face expired recently – and LongmontEats.com appeared within days. Sigh. An entire site just to attack me and spit on Marilyn’s grave again. Hardly civil at all.
The ‘coniptions’ being referenced are my efforts to have personal attacks on myself, my daughter and Kimberly Gibbs removed, as well as some fairly acid quips in response to vicious hateful remarks (that remained published**). Also, pointing out that the smears on Gibbs were being coordinated with Facebook users in other states seemed to really inflame the howler monkeys since that’s one of Mile-Hi’s favorite tactics on Facebook.
This is the kind of deeply evil hatred that is the calling card of the self-proclaimed ‘first lady’ of Longmont and the Jr. Birdmen and I believe it’s still being enabled by the Times-Call.
I understand the TC building was sold recently.
What bridge will these trolls hide under when the TC is gone?
Update 5/25/15 – Gee, somebody’s pissed off… clearly I hit nerve.
Yet another sockpuppet has appeared: Not_NORML – go take a look at their comments – all 1,928. Now there’s a person with an opinion – and I suspect a mental hygiene problem. Hmm. Who in this community crows about their prolific hate? Hmm. Here’s all the comments – note how quickly they’re posted.
5/25/15 11:25 AM – “Doug – Kim lives where? Gunbarrel. Where do you live?”
FRL – note, calls me by name but hiding behind a pseudonym. Want to bet money this is an Airport Committee Chairman trying desperately to preserve his public image yet vent his painfully swollen spleen?
Eight minutes later… (takes that long to read comments if you’re sounding out the words)
5/25/15 11:33 AM – “In your wildest dreams. The TC is not going under, and that would make you unhappy. You think of TC as your competition. Your head is swelled. Ownership change and reorganization could be a good thing for Free Range Longmont, but it might appear that FRL is going under. What’s really fun here is to see TC moderators remove your comments. Perhaps they understand that you can’t really be too annoyed, since that is precisely your job function at FRL – quashing free speech.”
FRL – Actually, I think of the TC as a symptom of a disease that was killing this town. Happy to say it seems to be abating. My head may be swelled, but it’s with pride – because I’ve nettled cowardly little pricks like you, who skulk around behind masks and wouldn’t know a civil discussion if one bit them on the ass. Yes, it might appear FRL is going under, if you’re smoking eight or nine stogies a day and guzzling Coronas. Seriously, get help. I’m sure it’s fun watching my comments get removed – your entire life is trying to silence others, being a raging narcissist. I’m not really annoyed, more amused at the funhouse foolishness of that so-called ‘news’ site.
Eleven minutes later… (Not_NORML must have had to look some words up)
5/25/15 11:44 AM – “And we see that you’re equally unimpressed by Judge LaBuda. It’s so clear to all that LaBuda is a skydiver and clearly should not have been assigned this case. No matter, you will find something that puts the judge’s decision in doubt. I know – She doesn’t live in Longmont!”
FRL – I’m unimpressed with any judge that can’t understand ‘telegraphing’ a punch. The visits to homes should have been done without announcement. Bad call.
Eleven more minutes. Someone is really pissed, they keep adding to their little rant.
5/25/15 11:55 AM – So you admit that you like taking pictures of kids, and a rather good looking woman dressed in a tight outfit turns you off. Yes, it is your right …
Duh. What grandparent doesn’t like taking pictures of kids. Not sure what you’re implying? “…rather good looking…” Really? *shrug* Some people think this is cute. To each their own. Tight? *chuckle* I think ‘ill-fitting’ is the term you’re groping for. Yes, it IS my RIGHT and you can bet your sweet bippy I’ll keep USING IT.
Eight minutes later – clearly still pissed off. So much for the Coronas.
5/25/15 12:03 PM – A list of the folks that FRL and Doog find as important contributors. It’s a long list and only a few photos. It’s pretty likely that that Doog doesn’t have a contribution relationship with them, he just lifts their writings for his web site. Important for this issue is that most of the FRL contributors do not live in Longmont.
Thank you for pointing out our 125 contributors who are all listed by first and last name, unlike other ‘blogs’ that are basically a tiny cabal of hatemongers who hide behind masks and do nothing to raise the dialogue. There’s not a lot of pictures because not a lot of people use the Gravatar system which adds the image. Wow, what stunning ignorance of the web. If this is Stephanie Baum she just underlined her incompetence. As for ‘lifts’ (as in stolen?) nothing on FRL has been published without written permission and the overwhelming majority are written specifically for us. I do have a relationship with most of my writers. That last line is a lie, plain and simple, the large majority of FRL contributors are Longmonters who publish with us precisely because we don’t allow these kinds of attacks.
* You should own up to this.
** The Times-Call is finally starting to pay some attention but it’s still clearly not a priority.
“Works like a horse” is a very old saying. Everyone that works to survive knows the feeling of the ‘endless furrow’. We all pull the plow together but our dreams have to transcend it. Continue reading The Joy of the Yoke
When I first started communicating with Marilyn (who was to become my wife) I realized that I had found someone who really spoke to my inner child, which had faded to a near-wraith after seventeen years of marriage to an alcoholic.
As I ‘cleaned house’ metaphorically, I discovered that my heart was made the way it was by all the experiences I’d had. Some good. Some terrible. Sting calls it ‘…the shape of my heart…’ but to me it’s a house.
My father was not always my best friend – he still isn’t. However, he did give me a lot of good advice and was as good a father as he could be. He never lied to me or backed away from a challenge in life. Here’s my thanks for that.
Just and True
When I was a young man
my father spoke to me
in words of measured wisdom
he tried to make me see
That life is hard and painful
a place to serve and work
to always do my very best
and never turn or shirk
and if I did the best I could
rewards would come to me
for nothing in this life he said
would ever come for free
As I grew up I questioned this
as young men always do
until I learned the hard way
that what he said was true
The upward path is always hard
and shortcuts mean defeat
cause no one likes a liar
and no one loves a cheat
But on that path you find the friends
that make your life worthwhile
I hear you now George Parker
I hope this makes you smile!
The only thing I really own
is what I learned from you
Always do your very best
Be always Just and True.
with love for my dear father
your son Douglas
There is a fire that burns
with the heat of a thousand suns
I have walked through this inferno
Shadrach is my name
Like the sun in the sky it burns
silent but relentless
now the fire is within me
Meshach is my name
Honor tends this furnace
blows the coals white-hot
no impurities survive here
Abendego is my name
Every atom of my being
sings this fierce paean
I have lived to tell this tale
Douglas is my name
To my friends I beckon, come close
let the furnace protect you
To my foes I beckon, come close
The fire still burns
With the heat of a thousand suns.