tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65762005161164028742024-03-20T09:28:32.958-04:00Termites of SinMr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.comBlogger523125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-26227617305886175282016-02-23T15:33:00.001-05:002016-02-23T15:33:19.811-05:00What the hell's going on here?What the hell is going on here? I've been away for months, nay, years and nothing's changed. Old friends are still around. The place looks and feels the same. Am I caught up in some kind of time warp? Or, is it a chronosynclastic infundibulum? That's it! It must be! What else could explain Donald Trump?<br />
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Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-39032358434703177722014-08-12T16:10:00.000-04:002014-08-12T16:10:13.756-04:00I Hear Them All<span style="font-size: large;">A song for our times...</span><br />
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<div class="fb-post" data-href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=805329629490060" data-width="466"><div class="fb-xfbml-parse-ignore"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=805329629490060">Post</a> by <a href="https://www.facebook.com/thesiakapkeli">Siakap Keli</a>.</div></div>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-17172148520263555882014-07-31T09:19:00.001-04:002014-07-31T09:19:05.721-04:00For Men Only<span style="font-size: large;">Those of you who have visited my blog for a while know that now and then Mr. C comes across some information for you men that must be shared. Sometimes this information is frivolous, just having fun, sometimes not. This is one of those not frivolous things but information that can change your life, for the better, of course. So, take heed men and don't say I didn't tell you so. (Not sure why the dude has to wear a gun for this. Maybe he's spent a lot of time in the "No Go Zone")</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">These are the 10 winners of last year's Bulwer-Lytton contest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(run by the English Dept of San Jose State University),wherein one writes only the first line of a bad novel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">7) "Andre, a simple peasant, had only one thing on his mind as he crept along the East wall: 'Andre creep... Andre creep...Andre creep.'"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">6) "Stanislaus Smedley, a man always on the cutting edge of narcissism, was about to give his body and soul to a back alley sex-change surgeon to become the woman he loved."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">2) "Mike Hardware was the kind of private eye who didn't know the meaning of the word 'fear'; a man who could laugh in the face of danger and spit in the eye of death -- in short, a moron with suicidal tendencies."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1) "The sun oozed over the horizon, shoved! aside darkness, crept along the greensward, and, with sickly fingers, pushed through the castle window, revealing the pillaged princess, hand at throat, crown asunder, gaping in frenzied horror at the sated, sodden amphibian lying beside her, disbelieving the magnitude of the frog's deception, screaming madly, 'You lied!'"</span><br />
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<br />Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-35854636578396706392014-07-19T06:28:00.000-04:002014-07-19T06:28:50.948-04:00Casey Kasem's Body Missing... WTF?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Is this whole world bat shit crazy? Beloved disc jock Casey Kasem, (never could stand the weird little ferret myself)</span> <span style="font-size: large;">who kicked the bucket about a month ago, is missing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My initial reaction... so what? But then I thought, why the hell would anybody want Casey Kasem's body? Turns out this whole thing is about the wife hiding the body from the daughter because one wants to bury him the other wants to burn him. I say burn all three of them and improve the gene pool.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am 70 years old and am still amazed daily by the depths of depravity and outright... I can't think of a word to describe the unbelievable greed and selfishness that comprises human behavior these days. Can anyone help me out?</span>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-51870021844451949692014-07-15T15:25:00.001-04:002014-07-15T15:25:05.464-04:00Pretty Much Sums It Up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-60500564666143668722014-07-06T18:35:00.001-04:002014-07-06T18:35:15.305-04:00Too Much Fun!<span style="font-size: large;">I feel bad that I've abandoned my blogosphere family... but not that bad, 'cause the reason is, I've just been having too much fun</span>. <span style="font-size: large;">It's not right for old folks to be having this much fun, and I don't trust it. I can smell trouble hidin' just behind that tree. But I'm going to enjoy it while it lasts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Got a call from my X a couple of weeks ago (we're still friends) wondering if I would be interested in traveling up to Nashville to catch the Dave Rawlings Machine at the Ryman Theatre. It took me all of about two minutes to think it through and cry out... hell yes! Every country boy has to make a pilgrimage to the Ryman at least once in their lifetimes and I can hardly think of a better reason. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the way up we spent the night at a cozy little Inn in Chattanooga, the Sky View Bavarian Inn, an older, super clean and affordable place about halfway up Lookout Mountain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sunrise as seen from our room. We spent the morning on the mountain checking out Civil War history. A huge battle was fought for Chattanooga, a vital rail center. Thousands of men died here. The very somber feeling of walking on hallowed ground.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">That afternoon we moseyed north towards Nashville where we would spend a couple of days with my brother-in-law and see the sights. Along the way we stopped at a nice little state park, Old Stone Fort, where there were beautiful little waterfalls and wooded trails. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mr. Charleston at the Mother Church awaiting the show. As you can see, we barely made it inside as the show was sold-out. As it turned out, we were lucky to get padded folding chairs, the rest of the seating is butt-numbing hardwood church pews. I can't say enough about the quality of the music and the experience. A sample below. When the band played Led Zepplin's "Going to California", the crowd finally figured out who the John Paul Jones playing mandolin that was introduced several times during the evening actually was! Yes!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Nashville is one of my favorite American cities. A really fun and pretty city. On the way home we over-nighted in Atlanta to catch an old friend, Seth Walker, at the infamous Eddie's Attic. Seth killed it to a sold-out house.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If you ever go to Atlanta, a must do is the Atlanta Botanical Gardens. Fabulous. Spent twice as much time there than we had planned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Finally, 4th of July (Independence Day) weekend and my musical partner in crime and I played our first public performance. Had a blast and the (very biased) audience (mostly my family) seemed to like it just fine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">All-in-all, a pretty darned good vacation/holiday break. Now you know what's been keeping me busy lately.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I frequently get friend requests on Facebook from
people I don't know. Of course, we have 6 degrees of friends in common
but still, I've never personally met this person that I can remember, and
see no reason to clutter my wall with their stuff and could care less
about playing "he who has the most friends wins" and have always
somewhat looked down on those who play that game.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>(The blog game is played the same way and when I initially got into blogging the object was to go out and "follow" as many people as possible because, obviously, the larger your following the better your blog, right?)</i> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, then I noticed
that I have 143 Facebook "friends" and I asked myself, do you really kno<span class="text_exposed_show">w
that many people? How many of these friends actually know you by name
when they see you? So, I decided to wade through them to find out and
was somewhat surprised to see that all but about 6-8 of my friends I
know personally, by name. Throw in all of the people in my life who are
not Facebook friends and wow, you've got a village, and I don't think
of myself as a particularly popular guy. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show">Don't really know where this
is going except to observe that knowing this many people is a
dynamic new to human kind and I wonder about the ramifications.</span></span>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-29036439935354501542014-06-17T13:29:00.000-04:002014-06-17T13:29:13.663-04:00So You Think You're Smart<span style="font-size: large;">Think you're smart? OK, explain this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Last week I went to my local bank ATM to get a little cash and when I entered my PIN a message flashed on the screen... "Happy Birthday Charleston." I have to say that I was taken aback, and somewhat miffed, that I would get such a personal message from a machine that I hardly knew.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Of course, I know that it's Mr. Fargo's way of trying to make my banking experience pleasant and to let me know that I'm a person and not just a number. And I also know that the bank has more information about me than the government but somehow, I couldn't shake the feeling that my privacy has been invaded and visions of Big Brother swam through my head. Orwell was right, just a half-century too soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What's next? "Mr. Charleston, your account is $0.34 from being overdrawn. Please make a deposit (cash) or you are in danger of being charged a $38.13 overdraft fee, $2.00 processing fee, and 29.9% interest. We hope you enjoy your Wells Fargo banking experience." I'm already receiving obnoxious texts from AT&T reminding me that my account is about to be charged $42 for my phone and to please be sure there is enough cash to cover it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The troubling thing is, this whole rush to "personalize" your e-experience has become the biggest driver of the dumbing-down of America. Anywhere you go on the internet you are bombarded with ads from web sites you have recently visited, inane trash-TV proliferates, and organizations like Fox News learned long ago that it is far more profitable to pay raving lunatics like Glen Beck a million bucks to say what people want to hear than to operate a legitimate news organization.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The net result is, in this Information Age, where we have access to more knowledge and information than anyone, anytime in history, we are being enclosed by fewer and fewer choices and the focus has become so narrow and self-centered that people lead encapsulated lives to the point of being unaware and unconcerned about what happens outside of their personal little media bubbles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">It's a trap difficult to escape and particularly so for our youth, who have become so addicted that some believe carrying a gun to school and killing people is just another reality game.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I don't know the answer, but I fear for the future.</span><br />
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Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-5789575695159714472014-06-06T08:00:00.000-04:002014-06-06T08:00:57.071-04:00To Too or Not To TattMostly, I don't like tattoos. They're ugly at any age and butt-ugly in old age. I kinda like the discreet little butterfly type in hidden places but even most of those have the artistic value of a slug. Now, along comes a new age of tattoo art that might, might I say, make me change my mind.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And, like everything else, there are those that go too far.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I guess it takes all kinds of folks to make up this world. Thank goodness no one is posting pictures of me!</span>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-58122686789243899272014-05-30T05:38:00.001-04:002014-05-30T06:04:35.683-04:00There But For Fortune<span style="font-size: large;">I've been on a house cleaning kick lately. Not my domicile, but my computer. I've got thousands of images that I tucked away for that "someday" when I'll take them all out, dust them off and create the world's next great photo exhibit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've been ruthless, slashing and burning my way through them, after all, I have worked as a press photographer and know that, at best, only one image in ten is worth keeping, and that was in the film days. With digital, probably one image in one hundred.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, once in a while, I run across one that stops me in my tracks and makes me think.</span><br />
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Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-3956231026716911142014-05-25T06:37:00.001-04:002014-05-25T06:37:12.220-04:00One of those "gotta do something" kind of posts<span style="font-size: large;">It was so easy to be absent. To be in a place where I didn't think about "maintaining" a blog. But now that I have begun to post again, I again find that one begets another until one sits in front of me for so long that it begins nagging me for attention.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So, here I sit, keyboard in hand, without a damned thing to say. Oh, I've run across some interesting things over the past few days but none of them cried out to be shared with the world or, if they did, they were shared on Facebook which seems to be my communication of preference lately. It didn't begin that way. It began with the entirely practical way of communicating with fellow musicians whilst constructing a St. Patrick's Day performance across three states.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We could create a "group" and message each other everything from lyrics, chords and set lists to audio file links. What a tremendously useful tool. But now that the gig is over it has become a way to keep in touch with friends and happenings and what they had for breakfast, political opinions, lost dogs, right here, right now, family photos and God knows what other useless information.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So the blog languishes. It isn't "immediate" enough. It doesn't communicate with personal friends but with friends flung far and wide, most of whom I will never meet. But still, it beckons, the last stale post staring out at me. Shaming me. So here I am blathering about nothing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But, before you start off on your own rant about Facebook let me hasten to say that, were it not for Facebook, I wouldn't have known about or attended one of the most magical events of my recent life, a house concert in Palm Valley, Florida with Mamajowali. Soft Florida summer night, palm trees, Live oaks, Spanish moss, full moon, wonderful people and vibes and music that put a smile on my face for weeks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Yeah, I think life is good.</span><br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/vrUCDv5tgzo" width="560"></iframe>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-74415620405380957922014-05-16T06:04:00.001-04:002014-05-16T06:04:46.043-04:00OK, I'll bite. What the hell is Food Shaming?<span style="font-size: large;">Has this world gone totally crazy? Or, maybe I have become a crotchety old man with no imagination. Either way, it's ugly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">While typing this it occurred to me that maybe a lot of this sophomoric cultural nonsense that seems to be as pervasive as dirt these days is happening because, finally, we really have seen and done it all and the only thing unique left to explore is to drill down to the lowest level of human thought and maybe when these "artists" and their pop-culture media lemmings finally reach rock bottom it'll turn around and we can once again pursue and celebrate mankind's highest achievements.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyhow, what started all of this was an article I read of an artist who illustrates the phenomenon of food shaming, whatever the hell that is. Here's the link: <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/05/14/lee-price-art_n_5298398.html" target="_blank">Food Shaming</a></span> <br />
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Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-67290558995770105652014-05-04T20:59:00.001-04:002014-05-04T21:09:08.787-04:00This about says it all<span style="font-size: large;">This about says it all about what I've been doing lately. The old man staying out of trouble on a rainy Saturday morning.</span><br />
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<br />Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-64055596834182962442014-05-01T06:56:00.000-04:002014-05-01T06:56:52.702-04:00I'm Not Dead Yet<span style="font-size: large;">My humblest apologies for being absent without leave.</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Been really busy with my musical friends putting a band together. I'll be back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-41752460613730261242014-03-31T21:11:00.000-04:002014-04-01T22:04:56.654-04:00Old Goats and Wooden Boats<span style="font-size: large;">I believe I'm allergic to South Florida. Every time I'm down there it doesn't take long for me to start itching to get the heck out of there. This past weekend I figured out what it is that starts me to itching. It's because every single person there... looks like me!</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">It truly is God's waiting room, especially this time of year when all of the snow birds are still there. Oh, the people are pleasant enough. Almost too pleasant. I find that's a trait that I myself have become guilty of lately. Well, maybe not, at least not to that degree. But you know, at least some of you know how it goes when you reach an age to where you truly don't give a damn about the petty troubles of this world because you have finally come to a point to where you realize that there ain't one dang thing you can do about any of it and there aren't enough years left to do it anyway. So... why worry? Be happy.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">What got this started was a weekend get-a-way down to Tavares, Florida to meet my old buddy Punch and a visit to the Sunnyland Antique Boat Show. It seemed as good an excuse as any for getting out of town for a weekend adventure.</span><br />
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Found a nice old-Florida motel. Pretty dog-eared but clean and operated by (who else?) an Indian couple named (what else?) Patel. Suited our retro-weekend perfectly. Although, I do wish they could find bath towels larger than diapers.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Saturday dawned cool and rainy but we got to the show before it really opened up later that afternoon. I was really intrigued by these hand-made canoes and outboard boats. They were beautiful but one of these babies, bare bones, will set you back about $3,600. I suppose that's not so bad, all things considered.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Lots of beautiful old woody's. They really are grand.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Did I mention there were boats? Lots of boats. Old boats...</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">... and new boats...</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">.. and whew boats...</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">... and rhythm and blues boats...</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">... and places to party...</span></td><td class="tr-caption"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">...and stuff to look at...</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">... and stuff to buy...</span></td><td class="tr-caption"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">...and a geezer orchestra on Friday night that laid down some fine big band swing.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">... and a geezer rock band the next night that laid down some fine boogy and one of the best cover's of Sweet Etta's "At Last" that I have ever heard...</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">... and an old steam train that carries old people around in a big circle. These folks were patiently waiting for the next train, scheduled to arrive in one hour. See what I mean?</span></td></tr>
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">All-in-all a pretty fine weekend and well recommended. As a plus, the nearby town of Mt. Dora is really a beautiful little tourist destination with all of the accompanying restaurants, boutiques and antique malls you would expect. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-size: large;">However, be that as it may, by Sunday morning I began to itch, and headed north to the comfortable confines of Baja Georgia. I was so pleased to see a youngster that I didn't even mind that he gave me the finger in traffic. <i>How sweet it is.</i></span>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-47280139414088337902014-03-30T22:07:00.001-04:002014-03-30T22:07:40.990-04:00The Geezers are Coming, the Geezers are Coming<iframe width="560" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/G0PekTUmBdY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-54971716260721026972014-03-28T05:49:00.003-04:002014-03-28T05:49:46.462-04:00It's Been A Grin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Not very often,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">but once in a while,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">something or someone comes along to capture your imagination.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It's usually a simple thing, at least for me, and something you can pick up and do for yourself. A little challenge with big rewards, like putting a whole story or thought or idea together in fifty-five words.</span><br />
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<a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks G-Man. It's been a grin. </span></a>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-82269127998617647442014-03-25T06:06:00.000-04:002014-03-25T06:06:09.681-04:00Summer's Almost Here... I Promise<span style="font-size: large;">Flip flops and shorts this past weekend. Jackets and socks the next. Gotta admit, it keeps things interesting. A contrast in styles.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me and my best buddy, Skeeter, bundled up at the beach.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But Summer's almost here. Students chilling at one of Florida's natural wonders, Itchitucknee Springs.</span></td></tr>
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<br />Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-66658152708960444532014-03-21T07:11:00.001-04:002014-03-21T07:16:42.340-04:00What The Hell Was I Thinking?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">The holidays. An extra twenty pounds. Gotta get out and get some exercise. My friend encourages me to enter this race. It'll be fun. Lots of people will be there and it's mostly walking, she says. And you know what, it does sound like fun. I think I'll do it. What the hell was I thinking? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><i>Friday Flash 55 At The G-Man's</i></a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This past Saturday I was sequestered at home because it was the morning of the annual Gate River Run, "The Largest 15K In America" and "The American 15K Championship." It turns out the thing runs right past my dead end street so there was no escape. So, being blocked in and not having any Bloody Mary mix, I decided to stroll down the block with my camera and enjoy the festivities.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I pretty quickly discerned that the event's participants could be divided into five divisions. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">1. Elite Athletes</span></h2>
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Way out front and the overall winner of the race.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">The men in hot pursuit. I learned later that they start the race in stages with the women going first, followed by the men. The idea is for them both to reach the finish line at the same time. Didn't happen this year and first place overall went to the women. Didn't see the Ethiopians this year. They've taken home the trophy so many times it's become to be expected.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span> <span style="font-size: large;">2. The Semi-Pros.</span></h2>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">These are marathon regulars in the event as a warm up to the marathon season. This is about two-thirds towards the finish and they were running strong.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">I tried to do a whole series of fanny's but the sun wouldn't cooperate.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> 3. The Party Animals</span></h2>
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Don't ask me, I'm just the photographer.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="center"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Tarzan was having a good time, but still a long way to go.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Who knows.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now this girl has the right idea.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> 4. The Rest Of The Field</span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;">5. "What The Hell Was I Thinking?" </span></h2>
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<span style="font-size: large;">500 miles, Fortune 500, Indianapolis 500, S&P 500, Daytona 500, Fiat 500, Mercedes 500SL... there's magic in that number... and a lot of fun, and grief, and sweat, and friends made along the way. It seems a milestone of sorts. <span style="color: #e69138;"> <span style="color: #ffd966;"><b>So, please join me in celebrating my 500th post at The Termites of Sin!</b></span></span></span><br />
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<a href="http://g-man-mrknowitall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><i><span style="font-size: large;">Friday Flash 55 at the G-Man's</span></i></a>Mr. Charlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497415823443875308noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6576200516116402874.post-79024528834980110002014-03-11T06:22:00.002-04:002014-03-11T07:06:01.850-04:00499 - The Yankees are Comin', the Yankees are Comin'<span style="font-size: large;">Sunday was a beautiful spring day and I decided to visit an old work-mate and friend who is a Civil War re-enactor. The occasion was the anniversary of some sort of skirmish just west of town at a place called Camp Milton.</span><br />
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Medical doctor by trade. Union Colonel by hobby. Had a nice conversation with the doctor as I've often wondered how the men decide who will be an officer and who isn't. He replied that it was very similar to the way it actually was in the war. Sometimes someone will form a company or regiment and appoint themselves honcho, but most often, the officers were elected by their men if they came from small villages where everyone knew everyone else. In the case of large cities, the state's governor most often appointed the commanding officers.</span></td><td class="tr-caption"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">My friend "Shorty" delivering breakfast from the fire. These people take the historical accuracy of their costumes and encampment seriously and each is very knowledgeable about what it is they represent. In fact, she, and all the women, sew their own clothes.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Fire-cooked cornbread and apple pie. Delicious. Shorty also made a wonderful sweet potato casserole. All from authentic period recipes.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Shorty's "camp". I'm telling you, you have to be dedicated to the historical value of this endeavor to put this much work into it. Like me, she is no longer a "spring chicken" and is building herself a period camper trailer for future events. Enough of this pitching a tent stuff. In fact, nearly everything in this picture has been sold and this is the last time for this set up.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">Just because I like it.</span></td></tr>
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<tr align="left"><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: large;">I believe if I were doing this, I would arrange to be an officer, or better yet... live with the women!</span></td></tr>
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