Last fall, I had been excited to see the movie Ford versus Ferrari.
Of course last fall was the heart attack,Aorta rupture and essentially my death.
Not going to forget Halloween Day anytime soon!
And last night, that movie was on the boob-tube!
So, I had to watch it.
Why?
Well, my first job was with McLaren Racing, mic'ing parts on tracing engines.
It was only a part time job,
And paid all of $ .30 an hour!
Yeah the good old days when tiy were just lucky to find a job as a teen ager!
The movie was a fun romp through my memories.
Of course everything covered was prior to my getting on with McLarin.
Carroll Shelby had made his splash on the world racing scene,
But he was a legend!
The GT-40 the fastest car I ever worked on.
Fun times!
The film follows the development of the GT-40,
The interpersonal clashes within Ford Motors.
And a general white washing of some of that history!
Plus an understanding of what happened to Shelby's friend Jeff. (sp?)
I would recogmend the film to anyone interested in the racing era: 1964 to 1969,
Politics of racing,
Or why Ford deserves its reputation as an abusive sponsor.
It is why I have driven either VW or Toyota my why life!
All I can say,
Is that the GT-40 was the scariest car I ever worked on!
It was also amongst the finest cars I ever worked on!
My racing days ended in 1977,
Except for a blast from the past in 1980's when a GT-40 was found in the rafters of a Garage in Renton, Washington!
I was working on a HP system in Idaho at the time,
So on one of my trips to Boise, I diverted for a weekend to the Seattle area!
Arned with grubby clothes and a flashlight, I crawled through this dump of a garage!
And there it was!
Areal GT-40!
It had actually never even been raced!
Rich man's boy-toy.
I got it out of the "upstairs" of the garage.
Inventoried the parts,
It was mostly there!
And the property owner decided to keep the car!
Yeah, it seems Kris works for free a great deal of the time!
Last I heard, it was offered for sale for millions!
(not sure what they were smoking!)
And remains unrunning and unsold!
There are just fewer whom are qualified to work on it, with time.
Good film to watch whether you like racing or not.
GG would not give it a thumbs up since she slept through most of it!
She wanted to warch Star Trek, yet, again!
And, no, the film did not sully any reputations!
Which says something given the deviants involved in the story!
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June 22, 2020
June 19, 2020
Countdown
I am a product of the age of Space and Rocketry exploration.
Before there was a Gemini or Mercury program.
Buck Rodgers and Rocky Jones were the fill of my idle hours.
So, with the start of the Mercury program,
I got to watch many of the unmanned rocket test shots!
5,4,3,2,1, Ignition! Blastoff!
Usually followed by an Earth shattering BLAST!
Yeah, rocket launches were nothing if not unpredictable.
And the rockets were so small,
Until you walked amongst their smoddering remains!
Apollo 13 was the first f the modern age of rockets I was able to view up close,
My Great-Uncle Leonard had a vibratating chair.
Nestled next to if was huge shortwave radio.
I used to hop into the chair and turn on the news, so as to hear the rocket laungh.
5. 4. 3. 2. 1 Ignition
(start the vibrating chair!
BLASTOFF!!!!!
It was such great fun!
:^)
Before there was a Gemini or Mercury program.
Buck Rodgers and Rocky Jones were the fill of my idle hours.
So, with the start of the Mercury program,
I got to watch many of the unmanned rocket test shots!
5,4,3,2,1, Ignition! Blastoff!
Usually followed by an Earth shattering BLAST!
Yeah, rocket launches were nothing if not unpredictable.
And the rockets were so small,
Until you walked amongst their smoddering remains!
Apollo 13 was the first f the modern age of rockets I was able to view up close,
My Great-Uncle Leonard had a vibratating chair.
Nestled next to if was huge shortwave radio.
I used to hop into the chair and turn on the news, so as to hear the rocket laungh.
5. 4. 3. 2. 1 Ignition
(start the vibrating chair!
BLASTOFF!!!!!
It was such great fun!
:^)
May 6, 2020
Sorting it out
Fifty years ago, the week wore on.
People I had no respective for were screaming, "America, love it or leave it!"
Then beat the crap out of you because you did no sound "American"!
Yeah, I had an accent the whole of my life, until the stroke in 2005.
Of course, I also lost my language abilities!
On the otherside, was also a group I had desire to identify with.
The "Don't tempt me!" crowd.
My friends were mostly on the hyper patriotic side.
Very few on the radical in your face crowd.
Most were like me, undecided which was right.
Yeah, we had no basis from whiich to judge right from wrong!
Father's friends were all "government - right or wrong!".
And yet such a blind eye to basis of truth, seemed really wrong to me!
But, again, I had nothing from which to express this.
Nixon was an anomally in my life.
Like me, anti-war.
Unlike me, pro-government policy.
The shooting at Kent State and the resounding reaction across America, honestly shook him up!
It made him rethink.
From his core belief.
To bad it was an evil version of Nixon that won that inner battle!
At this point, God, completely changed everything for me.
From an environment of hatred, all I had known, to one of acceptance.
From friendless, to true friendships, many whom are still with me!
From wandering, to directed.
It is now 1975:
The US Army lost their case against me in Federal Court,
The Fellowship was fractured and scattered.
We duplicated our groups around the world.
I had learned to lean on Jesus for everything,
And there were some mighty awesome men, and women, whom taught me:
Jess Moody
Francis Schaeffer
A guy named Douglas Hunt
Bruce Robinson
Debby Kraemer
and, or course,
Dutchman
and Swede.
And whom was right or wrong?
Seems to me, whatever you put in front of God in your life - is wrong.
Does not matter your politics or desires.
Nixon was wrong because he had the choice,
And he chose ultra-conservatism, over his Quaker beliefs.
Mudd was equally wrong because he sought man's right over God's.
Yeah, choices we make do matter.
Short term
And in the long term .....
People I had no respective for were screaming, "America, love it or leave it!"
Then beat the crap out of you because you did no sound "American"!
Yeah, I had an accent the whole of my life, until the stroke in 2005.
Of course, I also lost my language abilities!
On the otherside, was also a group I had desire to identify with.
The "Don't tempt me!" crowd.
My friends were mostly on the hyper patriotic side.
Very few on the radical in your face crowd.
Most were like me, undecided which was right.
Yeah, we had no basis from whiich to judge right from wrong!
Father's friends were all "government - right or wrong!".
And yet such a blind eye to basis of truth, seemed really wrong to me!
But, again, I had nothing from which to express this.
Nixon was an anomally in my life.
Like me, anti-war.
Unlike me, pro-government policy.
The shooting at Kent State and the resounding reaction across America, honestly shook him up!
It made him rethink.
From his core belief.
To bad it was an evil version of Nixon that won that inner battle!
At this point, God, completely changed everything for me.
From an environment of hatred, all I had known, to one of acceptance.
From friendless, to true friendships, many whom are still with me!
From wandering, to directed.
It is now 1975:
The US Army lost their case against me in Federal Court,
The Fellowship was fractured and scattered.
We duplicated our groups around the world.
I had learned to lean on Jesus for everything,
And there were some mighty awesome men, and women, whom taught me:
Jess Moody
Francis Schaeffer
A guy named Douglas Hunt
Bruce Robinson
Debby Kraemer
and, or course,
Dutchman
and Swede.
And whom was right or wrong?
Seems to me, whatever you put in front of God in your life - is wrong.
Does not matter your politics or desires.
Nixon was wrong because he had the choice,
And he chose ultra-conservatism, over his Quaker beliefs.
Mudd was equally wrong because he sought man's right over God's.
Yeah, choices we make do matter.
Short term
And in the long term .....
May 5, 2020
Innocence Lost
I came to America in 1969.
Not a good year for America.
Even harder on Germany.
But 1970 was worse.
I was in South Carolina and planning my escape!
For a high scgool student, there were only two options:
College or military draft.
I could handle the draft since father was a personal friend with Nixon.
So, hoping to avoid the Coast Guard, I was working the college angle.
In the pre-internet days, you had magazines ads to learn about schools.
So, I had found some which looked like they would take me.
And as far from South Carolina as I could get!
Two f my top choices were Lee College in Tennessee and Ohio's Kent State.
Two non descript schools.
But, as this week was to playout, fifty years ago .....
The nation was stunned,
Then broke into factions,
By the end of the week,
It was mass rioting and confusion.
Kent State was but the spark.
My school sponsored a guy named Rudd(?) to come and speak on civil disobedience.
I certainly understood his passions,
But I knew from Nixon, personally, his split view on anti-war and governing requirements.
Although portrayed as a hard ass conservative in the press,
he was a very much a feeling man with liberal values .....
Not a good year for America.
Even harder on Germany.
But 1970 was worse.
I was in South Carolina and planning my escape!
For a high scgool student, there were only two options:
College or military draft.
I could handle the draft since father was a personal friend with Nixon.
So, hoping to avoid the Coast Guard, I was working the college angle.
In the pre-internet days, you had magazines ads to learn about schools.
So, I had found some which looked like they would take me.
And as far from South Carolina as I could get!
Two f my top choices were Lee College in Tennessee and Ohio's Kent State.
Two non descript schools.
But, as this week was to playout, fifty years ago .....
The nation was stunned,
Then broke into factions,
By the end of the week,
It was mass rioting and confusion.
Kent State was but the spark.
My school sponsored a guy named Rudd(?) to come and speak on civil disobedience.
I certainly understood his passions,
But I knew from Nixon, personally, his split view on anti-war and governing requirements.
Although portrayed as a hard ass conservative in the press,
he was a very much a feeling man with liberal values .....
April 25, 2020
Musical Saturday Morning
It must have been 1963 that I first heard a song by Herman's Hermits.
Their tunes were easy to remember and sing along with.
Who cares if I was in third grade with no idea what they meant!
Their tunes were easy to remember and sing along with.
Who cares if I was in third grade with no idea what they meant!
April 7, 2020
Yesterdays Ghosts
Since high school, I have always been haunted.
At the time, I was haunted by:
The damage I did to two thugs, whom would have killed me
My abandonment by my high school sweet-heart
After college, I could add:
Loss of an almost wife
Causing a terrible traffic accident
A few years ago I was able to get past the loss of my wife and accept her choices in life.
I have no reason to "get past" the thugs, they got what they earned.
This past winter the Lord kindly reminded me about what really happened to my girlfriend.
So, I understand, it was not her choice but her father's I could not deal with.
And the traffic accident, I really played no part in.
But I was part of the problem, in so far as I was speeding.
sigh ....
But several years ago, I slipped up, and trusted someone again.
I was completely transparent, that was our agreement.
I was just not ready to deal with someone I trusted - lying to me ...
To my face ...
Without so much as a blink of the eye!
Around year two, things were no longer understandable to me.
So, when Kris is confused, he turns to Miss Manners.
As usual, their insights were right on target.
Then they deleted me as a friend.
I have no idea as to why.
But that hurt.
I thought I was past all this,
But last night I visited my es-friend's homepage on FaceBook.
Yeah they had quite a few changes in their life,
Not necessarily for the best.
And I felt kicked.
I hate it when people I still pray for make poor choices.
But, I now know to pray for God to draw them back.
He is good at that.
Even if He has to use a baseball bat to get your attention!
As for me, more time in prayer,
It is my refuge.
At the time, I was haunted by:
The damage I did to two thugs, whom would have killed me
My abandonment by my high school sweet-heart
After college, I could add:
Loss of an almost wife
Causing a terrible traffic accident
A few years ago I was able to get past the loss of my wife and accept her choices in life.
I have no reason to "get past" the thugs, they got what they earned.
This past winter the Lord kindly reminded me about what really happened to my girlfriend.
So, I understand, it was not her choice but her father's I could not deal with.
And the traffic accident, I really played no part in.
But I was part of the problem, in so far as I was speeding.
sigh ....
But several years ago, I slipped up, and trusted someone again.
I was completely transparent, that was our agreement.
I was just not ready to deal with someone I trusted - lying to me ...
To my face ...
Without so much as a blink of the eye!
Around year two, things were no longer understandable to me.
So, when Kris is confused, he turns to Miss Manners.
As usual, their insights were right on target.
Then they deleted me as a friend.
I have no idea as to why.
But that hurt.
I thought I was past all this,
But last night I visited my es-friend's homepage on FaceBook.
Yeah they had quite a few changes in their life,
Not necessarily for the best.
And I felt kicked.
I hate it when people I still pray for make poor choices.
But, I now know to pray for God to draw them back.
He is good at that.
Even if He has to use a baseball bat to get your attention!
As for me, more time in prayer,
It is my refuge.
March 14, 2020
Musical Saturday Morning
On ROKU, is simply thousands of shows to watch!
I sort of recalled the Hollies, mostly because I became embroiled in a family war within the group......
In 1967,NATO dictated that father had to evaluate one of the new transferees from England - and since they had a teenage son, I was ordered to become his friend.
The day went weirdly, the son was a bit of a psycho - he was convinced that a group called the Hollies had stolen one of their hits from him!
Yeah, British rock groups regularly troll 7th grade Germans for hit songs!
And I walked away from the kid and his hang ups!
A decade later, I am visiting with Mark Lindsey, of the Raiders fame, just my usual Thursday night diversion, when a news item popped up.
The kid I had pegged as troubled, was now 21 and had filed suit against the Hollies, EMI Music, and his parents!
Long story, short - he won!
The court agreed, the song was stolen!
Well, I was stunned!
He had been telling the truth the whole time!
And on the Hollies program there was NO mention of any tune called Bus Stop!
Nor Long Cool Woman! Two of their bigger hits!
Interesting.
I sort of recalled the Hollies, mostly because I became embroiled in a family war within the group......
In 1967,NATO dictated that father had to evaluate one of the new transferees from England - and since they had a teenage son, I was ordered to become his friend.
The day went weirdly, the son was a bit of a psycho - he was convinced that a group called the Hollies had stolen one of their hits from him!
Yeah, British rock groups regularly troll 7th grade Germans for hit songs!
And I walked away from the kid and his hang ups!
A decade later, I am visiting with Mark Lindsey, of the Raiders fame, just my usual Thursday night diversion, when a news item popped up.
The kid I had pegged as troubled, was now 21 and had filed suit against the Hollies, EMI Music, and his parents!
Long story, short - he won!
The court agreed, the song was stolen!
Well, I was stunned!
He had been telling the truth the whole time!
And on the Hollies program there was NO mention of any tune called Bus Stop!
Nor Long Cool Woman! Two of their bigger hits!
Interesting.
January 30, 2020
Aging
I have been going back and watching shows from the 1970's ans 80's.
My thought was to see how well they agd.
You know, something that old still having something to say or showing that it can still captue an audience.
Of course, I watched almost no TV in the 70's and 80's.
Just no time.
What with the mining operation, working with youth and keeping father's computers operational!
Honeywell ... wonder when the last time I even remembered those computers?
Such simplistic operating systems - sort of the Commodore 64 of the business world!
Except the Commodore is more powerful!
I got my first Commodore back when their price fell below $1,000.
Back the, I had a buy option on one of those GE/Honeywell 50's.
But one never came up on the market.
But, as the Commodores got cheaper, I started writing stuff for them.
Up until 1992,the Commodores did all I could ever ask.
But with the internet, suddenly the Commodores limited memories and processor speeds - left no hope for old technologies!
It is why I never got involved in PC's - they evolve too quickly to hope to keep up.
Of course, today nothing seems to be changing in the PC world.
It has reached the point of customer apathy.
To many changes too fast.
Without customer buy-in nor input.
No product acceptance,
No future.
Been the rule of computing systems since the 1960's,
Still true today.
January 20, 2020
Forth Reich
A friend gave me a number of books before my hospitalization, not realizing I could no longer read! With the return of my mind two weeks ago as come the ability to read! Very nice, I love reading.
One of the books was entitled, "The Forth Reich".
For those of you whom are weak on your German, Reich, refers to the State.
Like your Federal Government.
Now, World War Two was fought with the Third Reich.
Hitler's self described, thousand year civilization.
Luckily for mankind, a conglomerate of godless heathens defeated the German forces.
(referring to the leadership, not those performing the fighting!)
Now what most do not understand is that, there has already been a war against the Forth Reich - and the results are a bit of a mixed bag.
In a combined effort, the US, Britain, Norway, and Russia combined an assault first on Antarctica and then on to Argentina in 1947.
The entire effort lacks any formal documentation!
It is all "Top Secret".
Really?
Why, 60 years later?
Nope cover up time, because you see America won WWII!
Hitler was either shot in the head by his own hand, took poison, died fighting in the streets of Berlin or escaped by Junker heavy lifter or submarine! Point is: he is officially dead!
And if he isn't dead from WWII, then America looses credibility in the world's eyes.
And somehow, that is more important than truth?
That is how we ended up with political correctness, what the elite dictate truth to be - becomes truth!
So, we have truth and then there is "truth"!
Not very convenient.
Oh make no mistake, the little war did occur, NAZI forces were subdued, if not utterly destroyed. But not without cost. Any you would think that cost documented - NOPE!
But a 1990's investigation found ALL of the suspected Argentinian locations of Nazi sympathizers utterly destroyed.
All antarctic sites are under "No Fly" zones.
Enforced by military jets and rockets!
Is it possible Hitler did escape?
There was a route from the Bunker to the surface.
There was a landing strip at that spot.
There were all 5 of the Junker lifters in town, with their 18,000 km flight range.
All 5 left in mass with virtually all staff, gold treasury and important documents.
And all Junker disappeared from history.
Now father told long ago of:
Having had a flight at the end of WWII from his base in northern Poland to Bergen.
The point of the trip was a U boat inspection of some type.
It is one of those stories of his which does not fit with what we know!
But today it fell in place, maybe?
Just stick in there with me as I piece this together.
So father is taken from Poland, to Bergen.
No idea why him.
To do something unique to him.
That was of value at the time.
He performed his task and was taken home to play cat and mouse with the Russians.
The tale would be meaningless were it not for father remembering the U boat's number!
The same number as a boat now thought to have ferried Hitler to Argentina!
Too weird.
I wonder now if his other odd tale of loading a U boat during an evacuation, was a part of the other tale?
And the execution of the captain.
How could all of this fit together?
Yet father never said anything about what is known about the Forth Reich, nor associated subjects one could wonder about.
sigh ....
So many unknowns .....
sigh
And this inquiring mind would like to know!
One of the books was entitled, "The Forth Reich".
For those of you whom are weak on your German, Reich, refers to the State.
Like your Federal Government.
Now, World War Two was fought with the Third Reich.
Hitler's self described, thousand year civilization.
Luckily for mankind, a conglomerate of godless heathens defeated the German forces.
(referring to the leadership, not those performing the fighting!)
Now what most do not understand is that, there has already been a war against the Forth Reich - and the results are a bit of a mixed bag.
In a combined effort, the US, Britain, Norway, and Russia combined an assault first on Antarctica and then on to Argentina in 1947.
The entire effort lacks any formal documentation!
It is all "Top Secret".
Really?
Why, 60 years later?
Nope cover up time, because you see America won WWII!
Hitler was either shot in the head by his own hand, took poison, died fighting in the streets of Berlin or escaped by Junker heavy lifter or submarine! Point is: he is officially dead!
And if he isn't dead from WWII, then America looses credibility in the world's eyes.
And somehow, that is more important than truth?
That is how we ended up with political correctness, what the elite dictate truth to be - becomes truth!
So, we have truth and then there is "truth"!
Not very convenient.
Oh make no mistake, the little war did occur, NAZI forces were subdued, if not utterly destroyed. But not without cost. Any you would think that cost documented - NOPE!
But a 1990's investigation found ALL of the suspected Argentinian locations of Nazi sympathizers utterly destroyed.
All antarctic sites are under "No Fly" zones.
Enforced by military jets and rockets!
Is it possible Hitler did escape?
There was a route from the Bunker to the surface.
There was a landing strip at that spot.
There were all 5 of the Junker lifters in town, with their 18,000 km flight range.
All 5 left in mass with virtually all staff, gold treasury and important documents.
And all Junker disappeared from history.
Now father told long ago of:
Having had a flight at the end of WWII from his base in northern Poland to Bergen.
The point of the trip was a U boat inspection of some type.
It is one of those stories of his which does not fit with what we know!
But today it fell in place, maybe?
Just stick in there with me as I piece this together.
So father is taken from Poland, to Bergen.
No idea why him.
To do something unique to him.
That was of value at the time.
He performed his task and was taken home to play cat and mouse with the Russians.
The tale would be meaningless were it not for father remembering the U boat's number!
The same number as a boat now thought to have ferried Hitler to Argentina!
Too weird.
I wonder now if his other odd tale of loading a U boat during an evacuation, was a part of the other tale?
And the execution of the captain.
How could all of this fit together?
Yet father never said anything about what is known about the Forth Reich, nor associated subjects one could wonder about.
sigh ....
So many unknowns .....
sigh
And this inquiring mind would like to know!
September 9, 2019
I knew a crooked Man
There are far too many Paul/Pol/Pohl's in my life!
My own father's fake name he hid under for most of his life.
My mentor, now dead.
All of his sons,
All of his sons-in-law!
And yes, even grand children's names!
They were all family to me,
Except for my own MIA birth-father!
When I meet a man, whom portends to be Christian,
I quietly just step back and watch
And wait ...
The truth will eventually slip out ....
By year three,
I knew the guy was the real thing!
Solid family,
Solid prayer life,
And knew his Bible!
I prayed about this,
And decided to tell him I was adopting him!
He had no kids anyone knew of,
And I needed to know how to live as a Christian male!
Needless to say,
As a very proud German,
He saw no reason not to tell me I was crazy!
But events in his life suddenly,
Brought me to the forefront of his life -
He needed someone
And I was faithfully there ...
For over thirty years!
And through those years,
I learned he did have grown children,
And where all of the skeletons were kept.
And when I found it was time to build a family,
He was an enthusiastic grandfather!
In his 90's,
He could no longer do many things.
His body was broken,
From decades of mission trips.
Helping people with construction,
And yes, his house was broken as well,
By an awesome mudslide
Me and "my boys" dug his house out of the mud by shove fulls for months!
I knew a crooked man,
Whom lived in a crooked house,
And I made him family,
And served him as best I could,
Envision a father should be served.
Until God called him home ....
Ahead of me.
My own father's fake name he hid under for most of his life.
My mentor, now dead.
All of his sons,
All of his sons-in-law!
And yes, even grand children's names!
They were all family to me,
Except for my own MIA birth-father!
When I meet a man, whom portends to be Christian,
I quietly just step back and watch
And wait ...
The truth will eventually slip out ....
By year three,
I knew the guy was the real thing!
Solid family,
Solid prayer life,
And knew his Bible!
I prayed about this,
And decided to tell him I was adopting him!
He had no kids anyone knew of,
And I needed to know how to live as a Christian male!
Needless to say,
As a very proud German,
He saw no reason not to tell me I was crazy!
But events in his life suddenly,
Brought me to the forefront of his life -
He needed someone
And I was faithfully there ...
For over thirty years!
And through those years,
I learned he did have grown children,
And where all of the skeletons were kept.
And when I found it was time to build a family,
He was an enthusiastic grandfather!
In his 90's,
He could no longer do many things.
His body was broken,
From decades of mission trips.
Helping people with construction,
And yes, his house was broken as well,
By an awesome mudslide
Me and "my boys" dug his house out of the mud by shove fulls for months!
I knew a crooked man,
Whom lived in a crooked house,
And I made him family,
And served him as best I could,
Envision a father should be served.
Until God called him home ....
Ahead of me.
July 29, 2019
Apollo
Today, is of course, the anniversary of Apollo 11.
Man's first reach for the stars that succeeded.
It was fun to hear from long lost cohorts that worked with me on the internal upper stage.
Almost humorous think on how a German college student got drafted on to the internal upper stage, until I was brought to America and then put in 9th grade!
Then I was off until IUS redesign many years later!
Lord how I hate supposedly "intelligent" people!
Educated far beyond their abilities!
The one most noted absence on the TV has been the rather complete lack ofany referenced to "Uncle" Werner ( Von Braun).
I know he was there, as father was there with him!
They both stopped by our house on their way back to Washington DC after the successes!
So a fun day of reminiscing!
And day 2 of breathing again!
Now to catch up on 6 weeks of no sleep!
Man's first reach for the stars that succeeded.
It was fun to hear from long lost cohorts that worked with me on the internal upper stage.
Almost humorous think on how a German college student got drafted on to the internal upper stage, until I was brought to America and then put in 9th grade!
Then I was off until IUS redesign many years later!
Lord how I hate supposedly "intelligent" people!
Educated far beyond their abilities!
The one most noted absence on the TV has been the rather complete lack ofany referenced to "Uncle" Werner ( Von Braun).
I know he was there, as father was there with him!
They both stopped by our house on their way back to Washington DC after the successes!
So a fun day of reminiscing!
And day 2 of breathing again!
Now to catch up on 6 weeks of no sleep!
July 6, 2019
Musical Saturday Morning
I was thinking about "Critter" this week, AKA "She whom hates all males". She would have significantly changed the flow of Ryder's book!
We used to do duets around the Seattle area back in my college days.
Most winning song, for us, was "Hush" by Herman's Hermits.
But, in my tenor days, I was in a Barbershop Quartet and we sort of conquered with, No Milk Today.
So it was fun to reflect on ....
We used to do duets around the Seattle area back in my college days.
Most winning song, for us, was "Hush" by Herman's Hermits.
But, in my tenor days, I was in a Barbershop Quartet and we sort of conquered with, No Milk Today.
So it was fun to reflect on ....
June 28, 2019
Down Old Mexico Way
It is sort of like Christmas any day that I can remember something!
Yesterday, I buzzed by the coin shop and they were displaying a set of Mexican currency.
There was a banknote created under the French government.
A set of notes created under the Juarez revolutionary goverment.
And a set of notes created by the Military commander after the fall of Juarez!
They were all issued in Chihuahua.
Now, when I graduated from my college studies, my reward to myself was a month in Mexico.
I traveled throughout Sonora, Durango and Chihuahua States.
And had a wonderful trip!
One of the reasons I had selected Mexico, and its northern states, was that my high school girlfriend's grand father had served under Pershing on the "chase Poncho Villa around" exercise.
Pretty much I followed his path through Mexico.
I even spent an afternoon with Poncho's "wife".
So, I have a fistful of revolutionary currency
I can dress like a cowboy
I have my Colt SSA in .45 Long
Now do I watch The Three Amigos
or Two Mules For Sister Sarah????????
Yesterday, I buzzed by the coin shop and they were displaying a set of Mexican currency.
There was a banknote created under the French government.
A set of notes created under the Juarez revolutionary goverment.
And a set of notes created by the Military commander after the fall of Juarez!
They were all issued in Chihuahua.
Now, when I graduated from my college studies, my reward to myself was a month in Mexico.
I traveled throughout Sonora, Durango and Chihuahua States.
And had a wonderful trip!
One of the reasons I had selected Mexico, and its northern states, was that my high school girlfriend's grand father had served under Pershing on the "chase Poncho Villa around" exercise.
Pretty much I followed his path through Mexico.
I even spent an afternoon with Poncho's "wife".
So, I have a fistful of revolutionary currency
I can dress like a cowboy
I have my Colt SSA in .45 Long
Now do I watch The Three Amigos
or Two Mules For Sister Sarah????????
June 27, 2019
Apollo 11
So hard to believe, that it has been 50 years ago!
We had arrived in the United States, in June, right after school ended in Germany for my sister and I.
I was sent off to Washington State to visit with my uncle Doug, mother's younger brother, for a week.
Mom and Dad went shopping for a home in South Carolina (shudder!!!!).
And we met up in Florida.
First stop was the Space center at Cape Kennedy.
Father had worked for Werner Von Braun during the War.
So reunion time for them!
My sister and I made a day of it playing on the crawler carrying the Apollo 11 rocket!
It moved very slowly down the tarmac, the rocket towering above us.
The crawler was huge, it seemed like the size of a foot ball field!
Numerous sets of tank treads.
And a huge rocket standing there at attention!
Eventually the two adults finished and we could leave for some serious beach time!
Yes, with our FBI agents in tow.
The ubiquitous federal babysitters!
Ugh!
Now, it is 50 years later.
The moon was ours for a few moments
Now long ignored.
The PBS special was excellent.
And I got extremely interested in how rockets work!
So much so, that I was to assigned to the Apollo's Internal Upper Stage,
For the Saturn 5 rocket!
Saturn 5 had been the work of Swede while he was still in college!!!!!
Gotta admit we have a moment in history here as we prepare to return to the moonj, with an option for Mars.
We had arrived in the United States, in June, right after school ended in Germany for my sister and I.
I was sent off to Washington State to visit with my uncle Doug, mother's younger brother, for a week.
Mom and Dad went shopping for a home in South Carolina (shudder!!!!).
And we met up in Florida.
First stop was the Space center at Cape Kennedy.
Father had worked for Werner Von Braun during the War.
So reunion time for them!
My sister and I made a day of it playing on the crawler carrying the Apollo 11 rocket!
It moved very slowly down the tarmac, the rocket towering above us.
The crawler was huge, it seemed like the size of a foot ball field!
Numerous sets of tank treads.
And a huge rocket standing there at attention!
Eventually the two adults finished and we could leave for some serious beach time!
Yes, with our FBI agents in tow.
The ubiquitous federal babysitters!
Ugh!
Now, it is 50 years later.
The moon was ours for a few moments
Now long ignored.
The PBS special was excellent.
And I got extremely interested in how rockets work!
So much so, that I was to assigned to the Apollo's Internal Upper Stage,
For the Saturn 5 rocket!
Saturn 5 had been the work of Swede while he was still in college!!!!!
Gotta admit we have a moment in history here as we prepare to return to the moonj, with an option for Mars.
June 25, 2019
Eatonvlle, Quilting & Memory
So, this past weekend kicked off the Shop-Hop Quilting weekendd in Western Washington.
And I got sucker into it again!
But this year I could not drivedue to my now failing heart.
:(
So, Saturday, I loaned my car to the local quilting group for the day.
And they put about 300 miles on it touring quilting shops from Seattle to the Canadian border!
They were all amazed at what I had done to Toyota RAV4,
Just a bit technology!
Toyota offers many types of automation,
But they are sold as packages, not singlely.
And often in groups with stuff no one cares about, except teenagers!
So, the ladies liked my improvements!
Sunday, after church GG wanted to go hunt some more quilting shops.
Eh, what the heck!
I am grounded from driving, so lots of free time!
We did two shops in South Tacoma and then headed for Puyallup.
Then GG recalled a shop in Eatonville - most of the way to Mt. Rainer.
So we diverted our course,
And the weather put the rain into Rainer!
I called the Eatonville shop to get directions.
An elderly lady tried to talk me to the shop but she may no have been outside in 20 years!
Nothing was as she described!
Andreally!
"Look for the big yellow housse"
Actually describes 30% of the town!
AARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
As GG shopped a memory, more like a vision, played before my eyes!
I pulled into a small Swedish town, early afternoon of a rainy day.
My future wife not to be, sat beside me and directed me to her grandmother's home.
I switched off the engine and got out of the car.
Back then I towered at 6'4.5", her father had half an inch on me!
(and about 100 pounds!)
So, I spent the afternoon visiting with 'Nana' Svenson.
Sad part was I learned that none of the kids knew their grandmother's real name,
She was just Nana, aka Grandmother!
It took a while to figure out that my future wife's mother had been a 'gold-digger' in her youth and a social climber.
She used her natural beauty to gain what she thought she wanted.
And a mother whom cooked meals for lumberjacks was not socially fitting.
Christine left home as fast as possible and never looked back!
Later I thought how odd that Oona had taken me there at all.
She had almost no relationship with her relatives.
They were not of the same social standing after all!
When all Hell was to break out in my life,
I thought on that rainy day in the wilds of Sweden.
In the quiet of the night,
When you really do need to find answers.
I was raised as a member of a poor German military family.
By contrast,
I was continued pressured to learn the skills of the elite.
In time to learn I was actually royalty.
Cash poor royalty that is.
And there plenty of 'proofs' to support the claim.
By age ten, I had undergone a weird ceremony, of royalty, bestowing royalty upon me.
And I got to go to royal weddings, parties and the like.
(And more importantly, dance with, hold and sniff princesses!)
And my mother,father and sister were insufferable!
I knew who they really were,
But airs were even maintained within the family!
And I flat refused to play the game!
I did not care if I was titled!
I was just Kris.
That is all I ever wanted to be .....
At age ten, I longed for two things:
A pair of western jeans
To be as far from my family as possible
And once oln my own,
I slammed head first into Oona and her family.
Living the false life,
Completely oblivious to that fact.
They worshipped the gods of plenty and comfort.
And yet they believed they were Christian!
I loved Nana Swenson,
She was a real person.
She lived to serve others and see to their comfort.
How far away she was from her 'successful' daughter!
I had figured it out,
And I was confused.
Oona came from a similar background as I,
But she had never had to see all she knew as being a great lie!
I could only trust God would prevail in the war I saw coming ....
Of course her parents were able to turn her against me.
It did not help that my father's position in the government could be terinated if I ever told the trusth as to my real name, origin or history!
(yes, Kris Plattner is my real name!)
And only God could help me if I said anything as to my suspicions concerning father!
He may have been a monster but he was still my dad.
I am standing on a yellow porch in the light mist.
Last time I had hugged a wonderful old lady,
Whose heart was broken by the actions and life of her daughter.
Oona slipped her arm in mine and whispered,
"I told you she was crazy ..."
I knew then it would only be weeks before the death spasms would begin.
She had not learned, as I had, the hypocrisy of her upbringing.
We would shortly become oil and vinegar.
Conversation has never come easily to me.
And she was upset because her grandmother had liked me!
I pointed the nose of the car south,
And raced towards my own doom.
I am standing on a yellow porch in the light mist.
I can only walk a few feet without winding myself.
The old ticker is fighting for me,
But three arteries need replaced.
GG slips an arm in mine and guides me gently back to the car.
We laugh at the adventure this has been,
The crazy people,
The odd situations.
And head for Orting and our oldest daughter.
I looked at GG driving and thought to myself,
"I could never have found someone like her, apart from God"
Even though our relationship is not normal,
God used that for each of our adopted family.
Because life is lived for them,
Not ourselves!
Last week, one of my friends asked,
"How would life have been different for you,
If Oona had not gone crazy on you?"
Actually, I have never considered this,
I live in the reality of today,
Not the what-ifs of yesterday.
Certainly, she would have been spared a debilitating disease!
Would have had that modeling career and fashion lines.
Everything her mother sought but never quite grasped.
And I may have stayed in the ministry and never gone into computers!
She would have needed to learn a few foreign languages ...
I would have to learn to swallow lutefisk!
And I got sucker into it again!
But this year I could not drivedue to my now failing heart.
:(
So, Saturday, I loaned my car to the local quilting group for the day.
And they put about 300 miles on it touring quilting shops from Seattle to the Canadian border!
They were all amazed at what I had done to Toyota RAV4,
Just a bit technology!
Toyota offers many types of automation,
But they are sold as packages, not singlely.
And often in groups with stuff no one cares about, except teenagers!
So, the ladies liked my improvements!
Sunday, after church GG wanted to go hunt some more quilting shops.
Eh, what the heck!
I am grounded from driving, so lots of free time!
We did two shops in South Tacoma and then headed for Puyallup.
Then GG recalled a shop in Eatonville - most of the way to Mt. Rainer.
So we diverted our course,
And the weather put the rain into Rainer!
I called the Eatonville shop to get directions.
An elderly lady tried to talk me to the shop but she may no have been outside in 20 years!
Nothing was as she described!
Andreally!
"Look for the big yellow housse"
Actually describes 30% of the town!
AARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
As GG shopped a memory, more like a vision, played before my eyes!
I pulled into a small Swedish town, early afternoon of a rainy day.
My future wife not to be, sat beside me and directed me to her grandmother's home.
I switched off the engine and got out of the car.
Back then I towered at 6'4.5", her father had half an inch on me!
(and about 100 pounds!)
So, I spent the afternoon visiting with 'Nana' Svenson.
Sad part was I learned that none of the kids knew their grandmother's real name,
She was just Nana, aka Grandmother!
It took a while to figure out that my future wife's mother had been a 'gold-digger' in her youth and a social climber.
She used her natural beauty to gain what she thought she wanted.
And a mother whom cooked meals for lumberjacks was not socially fitting.
Christine left home as fast as possible and never looked back!
Later I thought how odd that Oona had taken me there at all.
She had almost no relationship with her relatives.
They were not of the same social standing after all!
When all Hell was to break out in my life,
I thought on that rainy day in the wilds of Sweden.
In the quiet of the night,
When you really do need to find answers.
I was raised as a member of a poor German military family.
By contrast,
I was continued pressured to learn the skills of the elite.
In time to learn I was actually royalty.
Cash poor royalty that is.
And there plenty of 'proofs' to support the claim.
By age ten, I had undergone a weird ceremony, of royalty, bestowing royalty upon me.
And I got to go to royal weddings, parties and the like.
(And more importantly, dance with, hold and sniff princesses!)
And my mother,father and sister were insufferable!
I knew who they really were,
But airs were even maintained within the family!
And I flat refused to play the game!
I did not care if I was titled!
I was just Kris.
That is all I ever wanted to be .....
At age ten, I longed for two things:
A pair of western jeans
To be as far from my family as possible
And once oln my own,
I slammed head first into Oona and her family.
Living the false life,
Completely oblivious to that fact.
They worshipped the gods of plenty and comfort.
And yet they believed they were Christian!
I loved Nana Swenson,
She was a real person.
She lived to serve others and see to their comfort.
How far away she was from her 'successful' daughter!
I had figured it out,
And I was confused.
Oona came from a similar background as I,
But she had never had to see all she knew as being a great lie!
I could only trust God would prevail in the war I saw coming ....
Of course her parents were able to turn her against me.
It did not help that my father's position in the government could be terinated if I ever told the trusth as to my real name, origin or history!
(yes, Kris Plattner is my real name!)
And only God could help me if I said anything as to my suspicions concerning father!
He may have been a monster but he was still my dad.
I am standing on a yellow porch in the light mist.
Last time I had hugged a wonderful old lady,
Whose heart was broken by the actions and life of her daughter.
Oona slipped her arm in mine and whispered,
"I told you she was crazy ..."
I knew then it would only be weeks before the death spasms would begin.
She had not learned, as I had, the hypocrisy of her upbringing.
We would shortly become oil and vinegar.
Conversation has never come easily to me.
And she was upset because her grandmother had liked me!
I pointed the nose of the car south,
And raced towards my own doom.
I am standing on a yellow porch in the light mist.
I can only walk a few feet without winding myself.
The old ticker is fighting for me,
But three arteries need replaced.
GG slips an arm in mine and guides me gently back to the car.
We laugh at the adventure this has been,
The crazy people,
The odd situations.
And head for Orting and our oldest daughter.
I looked at GG driving and thought to myself,
"I could never have found someone like her, apart from God"
Even though our relationship is not normal,
God used that for each of our adopted family.
Because life is lived for them,
Not ourselves!
Last week, one of my friends asked,
"How would life have been different for you,
If Oona had not gone crazy on you?"
Actually, I have never considered this,
I live in the reality of today,
Not the what-ifs of yesterday.
Certainly, she would have been spared a debilitating disease!
Would have had that modeling career and fashion lines.
Everything her mother sought but never quite grasped.
And I may have stayed in the ministry and never gone into computers!
She would have needed to learn a few foreign languages ...
I would have to learn to swallow lutefisk!
April 20, 2019
A Musical Saturday Morning Mystery!
Okay, so you know I have total amnesia.
Unless something external triggers a memory.
So, as my friends are continually being reminded:
Kris is very broken,
And life can be a riot!
But ever so often, I do get something right!
I heard this song while I am driving down to mother's last week.
The song was confusing me though.
The lyrics just did not seem to be logically connected!
I was missing something.
So, I watched the video ......
When the lady came out onto the stage, I instantly recognized her as being, Ronnie Spector!
I loved her voice as a child in Germany.
So did Phil Spector.
Or perhaps her potential cash flow more!
I felt real sorry for her, that she ever tangled with the creep!
And that was at the time!
Long before he shot and killed Supergirl!
Yeah, even as a child I could spot a creep with my back turned!
Phil took Ronnie, and with his contacts, did make her a music legend.
There are few female performers whom do not owe her!
Except perhaps Brenda Lee or Dale Evans!
So, what did Ronnie say?
And she is still saying it!
So, be my baby!
Yeah, mystery: solv-ed, as they say ....
Unless something external triggers a memory.
So, as my friends are continually being reminded:
Kris is very broken,
And life can be a riot!
But ever so often, I do get something right!
I heard this song while I am driving down to mother's last week.
The song was confusing me though.
The lyrics just did not seem to be logically connected!
I was missing something.
So, I watched the video ......
When the lady came out onto the stage, I instantly recognized her as being, Ronnie Spector!
I loved her voice as a child in Germany.
So did Phil Spector.
Or perhaps her potential cash flow more!
I felt real sorry for her, that she ever tangled with the creep!
And that was at the time!
Long before he shot and killed Supergirl!
Yeah, even as a child I could spot a creep with my back turned!
Phil took Ronnie, and with his contacts, did make her a music legend.
There are few female performers whom do not owe her!
Except perhaps Brenda Lee or Dale Evans!
So, what did Ronnie say?
And she is still saying it!
So, be my baby!
Yeah, mystery: solv-ed, as they say ....
April 16, 2019
Tragic Loss
Took say I was stunned when I turned on the news Monday,
Would be an understatement.
Notre Dame had caught fire!!!!
I quickly texted my sister,
Called my mother to tell her,
And sat back to stare in disbelieve at the flames devouring happy memories.
I lived on the Belgium-Lux-French border for many years,
until I became a teenager!
Paris was a half day commute back then,
But even at that,
I was in Paris at least once a month!
And each trip always had me either at Notre Dame,
Or one of the hotels overlooking the plaza.
I danced with the two Princesses Sophia's there!
Learned to eat Greek food,
Drink Ouzo,
Chat with Christian Dior,
And dance in a line of guys on a tabletop,
Shouting "Opa!"
The rest of those years were spent investigating the catacombs,
Studying the Roman Christian Church archaeology UNDER Notre Dame!
(never knew that there was an ancient church there - did you!?!?)
Yeah, I had a weird childhood!
And the flames burned for an hour and a half,
On rthe SKYNET coverage.
I turned it off as the spire came down.
I quietly said a prayer ....
That no Arab had been so stupid as to have done this!
( There were 12 attacks on Christian Churches in the previous 24 hours.)
So .......
And I wondered about this - me!
What I have I become?
Compassion for those whom have actively sought to kill me?
I still have a price on my head,
For my response to Bernard's murder!
Not my proudest moment ....
.
At least I would still take out that POC Radic,
Mass murderer,
Executioner of my cousin Bernard - for being a NATO Medic!
Very hard to forgive that.
Very hard to forgive being made the last male in my greater family!
Very hard to forgive what Bernard's murder did to the family!
To all whom knew him.
I guess I am feeling the loss today.
Loss of my youthful memories,
The hole left by my Uncle's son, then family, then Uncle losses!
And one Aunt I fear in the near future!
Then there will be one Aunt and me.
Sigh
So many memories of Notre Dame, now gone.
My birth place gone.
Soon, maybe me too?
Ah!
What a morbid little post this has become!
Time to take a nap!
Sip some fine tea.
And make something to eat!
Would be an understatement.
Notre Dame had caught fire!!!!
I quickly texted my sister,
Called my mother to tell her,
And sat back to stare in disbelieve at the flames devouring happy memories.
I lived on the Belgium-Lux-French border for many years,
until I became a teenager!
Paris was a half day commute back then,
But even at that,
I was in Paris at least once a month!
And each trip always had me either at Notre Dame,
Or one of the hotels overlooking the plaza.
I danced with the two Princesses Sophia's there!
Learned to eat Greek food,
Drink Ouzo,
Chat with Christian Dior,
And dance in a line of guys on a tabletop,
Shouting "Opa!"
The rest of those years were spent investigating the catacombs,
Studying the Roman Christian Church archaeology UNDER Notre Dame!
(never knew that there was an ancient church there - did you!?!?)
Yeah, I had a weird childhood!
And the flames burned for an hour and a half,
On rthe SKYNET coverage.
I turned it off as the spire came down.
I quietly said a prayer ....
That no Arab had been so stupid as to have done this!
( There were 12 attacks on Christian Churches in the previous 24 hours.)
So .......
And I wondered about this - me!
What I have I become?
Compassion for those whom have actively sought to kill me?
I still have a price on my head,
For my response to Bernard's murder!
Not my proudest moment ....
.
At least I would still take out that POC Radic,
Mass murderer,
Executioner of my cousin Bernard - for being a NATO Medic!
Very hard to forgive that.
Very hard to forgive being made the last male in my greater family!
Very hard to forgive what Bernard's murder did to the family!
To all whom knew him.
I guess I am feeling the loss today.
Loss of my youthful memories,
The hole left by my Uncle's son, then family, then Uncle losses!
And one Aunt I fear in the near future!
Then there will be one Aunt and me.
Sigh
So many memories of Notre Dame, now gone.
My birth place gone.
Soon, maybe me too?
Ah!
What a morbid little post this has become!
Time to take a nap!
Sip some fine tea.
And make something to eat!
April 10, 2019
SHE
I love the movie, "SHE".
I first saw the 1960's version, upon arrival in America.
I watched it on late night TV!
And I was mesmerized, not only by, the movie, but also seeing a TV!
Much less in color!
(TV's were quite rare in Germany back then.)
That was year 9 of my schooling.
In year 10, we had to read the book.
Have you ever it?
It is horrible!
Ryder might be a classic English author,
But to this little German, he was not understandable in the least!
And my book report reflected what the teacher did not agree with!
sigh!
Right now I am watching the 1935 Movie release!
And it is pretty good!
Even for a cheesy story, the dialogue is amazingly good!
And light years ahead of the "stuff" put out these days!!!!!
On a side note, when I first met GG, she rather quickly earned the name, Aisha ...
SHE whom must be obeyed!!!!!
And to group of college guys, that was just fine with the lot of us!
I first saw the 1960's version, upon arrival in America.
I watched it on late night TV!
And I was mesmerized, not only by, the movie, but also seeing a TV!
Much less in color!
(TV's were quite rare in Germany back then.)
That was year 9 of my schooling.
In year 10, we had to read the book.
Have you ever it?
It is horrible!
Ryder might be a classic English author,
But to this little German, he was not understandable in the least!
And my book report reflected what the teacher did not agree with!
sigh!
Right now I am watching the 1935 Movie release!
And it is pretty good!
Even for a cheesy story, the dialogue is amazingly good!
And light years ahead of the "stuff" put out these days!!!!!
On a side note, when I first met GG, she rather quickly earned the name, Aisha ...
SHE whom must be obeyed!!!!!
And to group of college guys, that was just fine with the lot of us!
April 3, 2019
Thinking
As I have often mentioned, I like Tony Hillerman's, Navajo mystery books.
So, as I was working by way through the Thurlo offerings in the same vein, I got to thinking ....
The Thurlo's tell the better story,
But Hillerman seems to have a real grasp on human nature and peoples of an animistic belief system!
Seeing forces behind every flickering leaf is unavoidable, when you do not recognize God.
How could one reasonably respond otherwise?
So how does God deal with man, when he is hard to find if you are trapped in blindness?
It is well and good to quote, "No man comes to God apart from me ...."
But, the view means ALL are lost and remain lost.
At least until someone reaches out to them.
Who is that to be in a post-Christian age?
You could say, "you and me".
But in the face of the billions to be reached,
That number of us to reach out is quite small indeed!
No, we need revival!
But, more so, God based evangelists.
And they are scarcer than hens teeth .....
Yes, hens do have something like teeth!
The point is,
We need to be diligently in prayer for the lost to reached.
To general for you?
How about your family members, co-workers, friends, etc ...
We all know many we should be in prayer for.
Of course, the danger is that, we might end up being "the one" to reach out to them!
Good luck.
Be prepared to get vulnerable ...
So, as I was working by way through the Thurlo offerings in the same vein, I got to thinking ....
The Thurlo's tell the better story,
But Hillerman seems to have a real grasp on human nature and peoples of an animistic belief system!
Seeing forces behind every flickering leaf is unavoidable, when you do not recognize God.
How could one reasonably respond otherwise?
So how does God deal with man, when he is hard to find if you are trapped in blindness?
It is well and good to quote, "No man comes to God apart from me ...."
But, the view means ALL are lost and remain lost.
At least until someone reaches out to them.
Who is that to be in a post-Christian age?
You could say, "you and me".
But in the face of the billions to be reached,
That number of us to reach out is quite small indeed!
No, we need revival!
But, more so, God based evangelists.
And they are scarcer than hens teeth .....
Yes, hens do have something like teeth!
The point is,
We need to be diligently in prayer for the lost to reached.
To general for you?
How about your family members, co-workers, friends, etc ...
We all know many we should be in prayer for.
Of course, the danger is that, we might end up being "the one" to reach out to them!
Good luck.
Be prepared to get vulnerable ...
March 30, 2019
Musical Saturday Morning
One of t he joys of spending so much time climbing in The Rocky Mountain National Park, was stopping at Village Inn in Boulder, Colorado about 2 AM. for a bathroom break and coffee. Well then there was the atmosphere and all of the odd people gathered at that hour! One of them was Carlos Santana (and I believe his brother as well. I just remember Carlos, as I ran into him often through 1978.
Yeah, in 1978, I witnessed to him about my faith and why.
He was polite and I had hope he would make peace with his Creator,
But, alas, the call of Eastern Mysticism was stronger!
So, personally sad ...
Yeah, in 1978, I witnessed to him about my faith and why.
He was polite and I had hope he would make peace with his Creator,
But, alas, the call of Eastern Mysticism was stronger!
So, personally sad ...
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