Abortion

I probably am not anti-abortion. I just beleive that if you are responsible for creating life, you should take care of same.

My ex-girlfriend (of 3 months)invited me to her brother's retirement party on the basis that HE wanted me there. Sucessively fed me drinks right and left to a point at which I couldn't go back to the barracks... so WE got a motel room.

A month later, without contact during that month, she calls me and says she's pregnant. When after I said it wasn't mine, she reminded me of her brothers retirement party........ yep, now my lights are on.... so what do I do????

Final decision was obviously to take care of MY responsibility. Product was my job to raise great kids [she'd had one (that survived mis-carriage) whom I adopted].

Abortion, should be allowed. BUT NOT as a form of birth control for consential fucking. Birth control is always available... drunks aside. I was raped in my opinion. Which supposedy meant she loved me and wanted my child. 12 years of marriage proved othersise... She GAVE me the kids (7-9-11) in exchange for a new car.

However, if you're the recipient of the sperm and didn't want it... either because you were screwed by coercion, (be it drugs, alcohol, force) THAT's... "Date Rape", AND I would agree and recommend an abortion.

Fighting Time

Remembering the first time someone twice my size wouldn't quit pinching me during high school freshman basketball lay-up practice... told him to stop (like or what, I'm gonna beat him up). Anyway, the third time popped my cork, and with a swift rotation I stuck my fist through his belly button... so he couldn't breath for a bit, but he never bothered me again. I'm 14, tall and skinny. Only muscle and bone, (still can't float) with an attitude.

2nd time I hit someone was the fat boys friend, he musta missed the 1st and 2nd warning. I and a friend were in the ticket line for a high school basketball game. Didn't know I could be so 'pissed off' about being harrassed. My mind went black again, and I slugged him in the jaw, he landed on his ass and slid 8 or more feet up against the wall. Shook his head, rubbed his jaw... and nobody 'pissed' me off for a couple of years...

3rd time, a supposed friend...... don't know how it started, (best guess, I'm a lawn mower kid who delivers papers am/pm and a country route, and his dad owns a grocery store, and I had a brand NEW '61 Plymouth Fury (1960) anyway he popped me in the parking lot, in the eye with his ring finger, I did instantly know that I would have a black eye. So I popped him in the nose, now his eyes are watering and he's gonna kick my ass, trouble is.. I popped in the nose again, still swinging but can't touch me.. cursing and whatever, he's after me again.... 3rd pop in the nose, I ask him if he's had enough... he did decide it was time to go to class. He looks ok after his eyes quit watering, I still have a black eye.

Mind you, this is 1959, in a small Nebraska town. I was one of 9 boys in my class of 15. I was the only one who really had to work for any income. Everybody else got allowances for chores accomplished, and owned the farm or whatever later...

I know this is getting long, but the last time I was punched was in basic training in San Antonio, 1961. USAF

I'm in a barracks with 56 guys, double bunked, mine on top... and some dude from New York City (me a farmtown kid of 18) starts picking on the shortest kid I've seen in the Military. I was spit-shining my boots and tired of his BS, yelled out... leave him alone, pick on someone your own size. Not only did he have a big mouth, he was 6'2" and 190 something... found me and my big mouth, picked me up slugged me in the eye... (another black eye) but, it got quiet after that and we all slept good.

Next morning back in roll call formation, the Drill Instructor goes down the ranks, comes to me and ask's me... 'what happened to your eye' ... instinct was instant, "I ran into a door knob". No further questions.

Later that day, this giant comes up to me and says... You were only one to stand up to me, and I come from the Bronk's. AND added, if there is any place you want to go on this base, or in the city, I will BACK U UP. And He did. Called, No Fear!!

He became an Air Policeman, I went to electronic tech school, and taught the teachers.

Wacky Weed.....

I'm over 60 something now and the the first time I did the green stuff (1976) it tasted and smelled like the g'dm weeds I had to cut when I was 8 or 9 with a 'corn knife', actually a machette. Had to kill the weeds, or the cattle would reach over the fence and eat the stuff. Then they acted stupid. Who needs a stupid cow??

The Mother of MY kids introduced me to the first hit. Age 33. 1976 (above)

8 years later, (1984) and having ended the last, 3rd divorce... MY Choice... That's another story, longer that the 2nd anyhow.

anyway, having now passed the age of '39' and still getting carded...even then... and I'm over 40...(then)!! And I had retired.... or thought so.....

So, one of my new lady friends... a nympth and a Harley biker, has a party in rememberance of her Hubby killed in cycle accident, because a g'dam drunk ran a red
light.

I'm a tall skinny guy, shave every day and wore a sports jacket and took care of business. BUT.. I have NO FEAR........ military thing.

These guys were twice my size, no shaves, leather, etc....

Somehow I got seated on the counch between those gentlemen, and as the "Zig Zag'went around, I thought... what the hay, my girl friend will take care of me.

The 2nd puff stopped my watch... shortly or however hours went by (I'm sure 15 minites) that's when I 'beat the feet', staggered out of the house went to a Denny's or whatever, and proceed to take a nap on the table... I think I ordered food, and ate it. Because at 6 something in the morning I was presented a 'check' for services rendered. No cash, no car nearby, left my d'license as deposit, and musta walked a long ways to an ATM............

Anyhow, we didn't have sex anymore... NOW I miss her, but will never forget her.

She became a 'wha wha'........ and I couldn't save her.

Tears don't work, here's humor..

Subject: Bless You


A man and a woman are sitting beside each other
> in the first class section of the plane. The woman
> sneezes, takes a tissue, gently wipes her nose
> and shudders quite violently in her seat.
>
> The man isn't sure why she is shuddering and goes
> back to reading. A few minutes pass. The woman
> sneezes again, takes a tissue, gently wipes her
> nose and shudders quite violently in her seat.
>
> The man is becoming more and more curious about
> the shuddering. A few more minutes pass. The
> woman sneezes yet again. She takes a tissue,
> gently wipes her nose and shudders again violently.
>
> The man's curiosity finally got the better of him and
> he turns to the woman and says, "Three times you've
> sneezed, taken a tissue and wiped your nose then
> shuddered violently! Are you sending me signals or
> are you going crazy?"
>
> The woman replies, "I'm sorry if I disturbed you. I
> have a rare condition and when I sneeze, it causes
> me to have an orgasm."
>
> The man, now feeling a little embarrassed but even
> more curious says, "I've never heard of that before.
> What are you taking for it?"
>
> The woman smiles at him innocently and says,
> "Black Pepper."

Jerry Lewis Telathon

... I'd like to beleive that this donated money truely helps. My high school girlfriend died of MS.

And we were to get back together when her kids were self sufficient. We did get together after my last divorce. I wouldn't cheat on my wife/wives and somehow she found out I was single again.

Spent a day at a deserted park, drinking wine and walking naked in the drizzeling rain. Imagine what that led up to??

Frequent visitor, and always welcome.

Contradiction of thought. Perhaps a double standard. I wouldn't cheat, but she could. So much for my values, but, Love never dies, and Judy will always be in my heart. Our favorite song, Via Con Didos.

I shall love her forever and ever... Randy Travis sang it right. I miss her.

Another Dude ...

...as I've stated earlier, I read (what's past tense of read)a lot... as a kid on a farm in Nebr (1 month 'til 13 yrs). I have it ...."(I've read alot)".

I memeorized the first section when I was probably 12 or 13. (Just the other day)(LOL)....

Kinda difficult to say, but that's probably why I'm not married now. Actually, I've out lived the one's I loved. I guess they weren't Happy... either I divorced them, or didn't marry them.

Life is a beach, don't wash up...... on the beach!! AND I can't swim or float.

Spent the best memories of my life on the beach's of Gulfport, Biloxi, Lake Ponchatran (sp)... I'm angry about the happening's in New Orleans. BUT that's another post.

HERE's the "Story of my Life"



The time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light, that lies
In woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing.
Though Wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorn'd the lore she brought me,
My only books
Were woman's looks,
And folly's all they've taught me.

Her smile when Beauty granted,
I hung with gaze enchanted,
Like him, the sprite,
Whom maids by night
Oft meet in glen that's haunted.
Like him, too, Beauty won me,
But while her eyes were on me,
If once their ray
Was turn'd away,
Oh! winds could not outrun me.

And are those follies going?
And is my proud heart growing
Too cold or wise
For brilliant eyes
Again to set it glowing?
No, vain, alas! th' endeavour
From bonds so sweet to sever;
Poor Wisdom's chance
Against a glance
Is now as weak as ever.

-- Thomas Moore

I won't worry about 'copywrite' these guys are 2 or 3 times my age....maybe 4.

Emerson said it...

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
But make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired of waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise,

If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;
If you can think -- and not make thought your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same,

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken
And stoop and build'em up with worn out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss;
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you,
Except the will that says to them "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings -- nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you -- but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!

EMERSON

On Being a Dad

Father's sire children, Dad's raise kids. My children are (hopefully) forever young. I've always believed this one thing.... Happy people, don't get sick!
I tried to keep me and my household HAPPY. For the record, as far as I know, neither of my daughters have ever been hospitalized, the youngest did home birth, and my oldest has never had a cavity (40)... though she probably did go to a baby hospital.

My kids didn't know they were born poor, as I was, and did my best to make their childhood better than mine.

Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you. (But do it First) j3:16

M7:7

I still ride a 10 speed...faster that durn mountain bike. Lance is younger than I am... now I'm pissed off because I was born too soon, could'a waited 20 years.

...

Single Parent @ 33

Divorced, three kids, my own business and a good income. (1976) My son was 13 and my daughters were 11 and 8. We traveled a lot on the Interstates, and I'd let them take their turn at the wheel. Midwest,not much traffic. The reasoning based on the idea that if I got hurt, someone could take me to the hospital.

My repair shop was in the basement, so I could be home 18 hours of the day. Did the laundry, cooked, etc. Their allowance was a deductable business expense, since I told sam they worked for my family business. My son helped with deliveries, oldest daughter did the books, youngest lotsa clean-up.

They got good grades, rewards for A's & B's. Every Feb/Mar I'd get them out of school for a week to go visit their Mom in Louisanna, whilst I'd go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. (Cold and snowy in Iowa)

Girls are different, after the age of 12 or so. It happened & I KNOW nothing, asked my Nurse neighbor to HELP!! She was a couple of years older, had a daughter who played with my youngest, and was a very good looking blonde. Glenda was very,very helpful. (I didn't know she was a nymph, but being single & 33 who am I to argue). I still love nurses.

...there is no ending near in sight for this story, so I must close... since the raising of my daughters has a very happy ending, and it involves those years between 1976 and 1984.

PS: Mardi Gras is on hold... Uncle Sam will fix it, and watching the videos, it's gonna take a long time. (I lived from Biloxi to Kenner for 2-1/2 years when 18(1961), and went back every year until 1984. My USO Mom moved to Tn, and I moved to Tucson.

Draft Dodger...1961

This could be a book....

.... I call myself a draft dodger' because I enlisted in the USAF....... no money or grants or whatever for further schooling.

Believe it or not, when in electronics class... I taught the teacher. So the Air Force was going to put me into a missile silo, except some physic decided I might push the button out of turn. Kinda like don't piss me off'....

So they sent me to extra combat training.... I went thru AIT, (Advanced Infantry Training) shot every weapon, like I was shooting rats at the dump with a flashlight. Expert!

They gave me a jeep with 23 radios, that I had to be able to fix if any part of the 'machine' IF broke down.... pack the wheel bearings, climb a mountain, fix the radios. They called me a "Forward Air Traffic Controller" FAC for short.

Spent time in Saudi Arabia in '63... nothing but sand, got a nice tan. (took 4 years to get rid of it...long story)... The trip and time spent is another long story. Turkey, Spain, Azores, I had more AIR time than most stewardess's...

Viet Nam bound, with the 1st ID out of Ft Riley, KS....... packed my jeep, (actually boarded it up with plywood, so no damage could happen to it), put it on a train for Calif to catch a ship to VN. and took my family to my parents house for a 6 month stay.

Whilst at my my folks home I'd jumped a gate because it was easier that unlocking it, felt a tweak in my stomach, not a pain.

Had a great supper, and never in my memory had Mom ever served grape juice with supper. Two hours later I passed grape juice, told myself that's not right', and if it happen's again .... as it did at 5 am, passed so much blood that in Sioux City they fed me two pints.

I'm in a hosp across from the St Louis arch....watched it be connected (the halves) (65)... lost 33 lbs in 30 days, they took out half my stomach. (Told me 4.6%) Went back after 29 days, and was told that I'd stopped loosing weight after two days there.
THEN an USAF Pilot who was going with me showed up in the same hospital, and told me that they had changed my orders to not 6 months TDY (Temporary Duty... with extra pay) to one year PCS...(permanent change of station).

He also told me that the jeep I would have been driving (65K1234)(Used to have fun with the Army numbskulls and the sequence) pulled into a Special Forces Camp to the S2 tent (Security) and as my replacement (Named William) went to put up the 32' whip antenna.. only 2 steps, the first mortar shell in his head, and 23 shells into MY JEEP.

....sorry guy, for this part of the book...............

I have my health... no wealth, but everytime I had money, somebody else wanted it... I am a survivor, and still fearless,and my kids are doing great.





The last 30 some years my rifle is a pool stick, don't own anything that uses bullets. I win when I want to... don't play for money... maybe a beer...

Teachers...

I didn't mean to impose on Rachael, excuse me. I had to be my own teacher, and having read so many books about Edison, Leonardo, Longfellow, B. Franklin... etc, I was like the robot "Bengamin 5" (sp and close I hope)....... I devoured books, learned to type back in '51... again, I had to teach myself.
SIDE NOTE... taught my baby brother how to type, and it probably saved his life when he got to Viet Nam...... Sarge in Charge (NCOIC) ask's the ranks if anyone knows how to type.... My bro was drafted, Infantry..... (Dumb Shit)...... but he could type and got an "office job".........


One thing about being smart or at least "well read", You know more than your teachers, and I've almost been always ....... One Step Ahead of THEM..........

Good books, old ones esp, biography's... are better than tv, or party'ing when your pre teen. (NOT quite right...... since I quit reading in the 9th grade) Still can ACE a test, spook the Physic's, and have my Health.........

...too much to say at one time, I'm still getting used to expanding on my feelings, and I have 'one hell of a lot to say'

Thanks, Rachael..... for encouraging or inspiring me........ :-)

What am I gonna do when I grow up....

I'm in my 60's, and in better health than most of my acquaintences this age.. if they're still alive. My ambitions don't exceed my abilities... just don't ride a 10 speed at 20+ mph if you're drinking. Most the people I hang out with are under 40 or 30. I'm probably their friend because I have a car, license and on occasion, money.

Wisconsin

I've lived in most of the states in this USA......... I think Wisconsin is the most protective of them all.......... but then I moved here when I was 59..........