The first video I promised for today.. This is on the Fourth of July in a little suburban town. It’s the finale of the Wonders Years, the final 5 minutes namely..
Things have been a little rushed this year with some family ailments, a new son, and just life whizzing by.. Thanks for a friend who posted this video on my Facebook page yesterday, I realized how every Fourth of July I take a few minutes to watch this and .. sure, cry now and then too. It was a great show and it ended with a great proposition: The American dream, in a suburban American town, with fireworks blazing and life just going on.. Amazing.
I offer this up to you now.. hope you’ll take as much “Americana” as you can from it like I do ..
America seemingly is living in the wonder years.. confusing times of arguments, war, violence.. But since 9/11 things have been different. People are on edge.. People are watching over their shoulders for suspicious anythings..
I’d love to go back to a time when the American soul wasn’t perverted by color coded terror alerts and instead just wanted a grilled burger with a cold beer. I want to go back to a time when the United States wasn’t a bastion of political rhetoric—all of which means nothing in the end—and instead just work together for the betterment of all..
In some small measure, this show ending grounds me in a way. And I wish I can explain better why but I tried by best here.
And I knew they’d never have Winnie and Kevin get together..
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Reblogging this image from asylums- because of just how much it creeped me out..:
Harrisburg State Hospital beds
The thought of these old sanitariums and ‘nut houses’ as they once were called freak me out, to my core.. Maybe too many stories of abuse or ghost haunts.. But this image is lonely, sad, and chilling.
Shock storm hits Wisconsin and kills a child…. the storm rolled in out of nowhere, moved across Minnesota and Wisconsin on Friday, packing winds approaching 80 mph and hail as large as softballs..
A freaky holiday dream
I’m only relaying this because of how much it disturbed me last night..my dream involved a Fourth of July cookout with family and while we were looking at the sky, the sun went dim enough to stare at it—and it began to visibly emit large red flares … visible from the backyard cookout here on earth.
br>Looking back now the humorous part of my dream was that I immediately checked Twitter to see who else saw it..
Of course, it was the Armageddon flare. We were doomed. Then I woke up. Thankfully.
You can’t beat this song.. At least not when performed by Roberta Flack.. Goodnight all.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Bombs bursting in air
Homemade fireworks blowing up tonight from sea to shining sea.. My neighbors are not excluded from the festivities.. It’s just my hope that they have a slight inkling as to what July 4th actually is..
Keep sending good thoughts my way.. My mother-in-law is trending better but she’s still in heap of problems. This is her favorite song, my wife tells me.. and I’m posting it since hope it all we have in life..
Oh the irony..
Chris Hansen is famous to sneaking up on naked men who prey on kids on TO CATCH A PREDATOR, but now he is the victim of a hidden camera.. He was caught potentially cheating.. Allegations now. No word on whether he brought the wine and condoms. I’m sure we’ll find out.
Oilstone: Exxon oil spills in Yellowstone River and forces evacuations.. No word yet on what caused the leak .. the oil stretches for miles. Ain’t that America..
Go Daddy was sold this week for $2.25 billion bucks.. and it’s giving a lot of people the excuse of running an image of giant breasts with the Go Daddy image planted on them. Including me. Because it’s the Fourth of July, and damnit, that’s the right of every American: To blog an image of large breasts with Go Daddy on them. Let the fireworks begin.
