Well, I have my bike back. Back in July, 2008, I was involved in a wreck brought on by an old fellow that just had to back out of a parking place just as I was arriving at that very spot. I wound up on my back in the roadway beside my motorcycle wondering what the hell just happened???
So, three months later, I am pretty much healed up, and the bike is in great shape. It took a few rides to get that paranoid feeling to go away, but it appears to be okay now. I had even toyed with the idea of trading my bike in on a new one, but I've come to realize that is just how I deal with things sometimes. I buy myself things in order to achieve some level of peace somehow. I'm not sure what the psychological mumbo jumbo is that actually describes the condition, but I live with it and deal with it. I may eat rice and beans for a while, but I have a nice bike...lol.
I'm going to stick with this one though, and my Jeep, both vehicles are right at a year old now. I will attempt to keep them both and pay them off, along with all my other debts, so I can retire at some point in the future without all of them hanging over my head. Besides, things are much different now then they were a year ago.
To all who read these silly rantings, here is a wish for a great Thanksgiving holiday for all.
Mac
Friday, November 14, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
A new era dawns...
Well, we have a new President elect. No matter what else we may feel, think, or fear, it is now a done deal. My personal opinion is that he has neither the knowledge or experience to do the job, but he is in, and that is that.
I pledge to support him when he is right, and to oppose him when he is wrong, and both are subject to my opinion of what is right and what is wrong. But that is what I do with every President, regardless of party, regardless of race, regardless of religion. My principles are not for sale, nor are they subject to the winds of popularity. I am decidedly NOT politically correct.
So, for the next four years, I stand watch, and wait, and do what I can.
In addition, we got a new Sheriff here in Houston/Harris County. So things at the department are going to get pretty exciting as well. We'll see who goes, and who stays, and where we all wind up at the end of the day. At my level there probably won't be much change, but those fellows who are up in the thin air make much better targets. It should be interesting.
Best of luck to all, and God Bless the United States of America.
Mac
I pledge to support him when he is right, and to oppose him when he is wrong, and both are subject to my opinion of what is right and what is wrong. But that is what I do with every President, regardless of party, regardless of race, regardless of religion. My principles are not for sale, nor are they subject to the winds of popularity. I am decidedly NOT politically correct.
So, for the next four years, I stand watch, and wait, and do what I can.
In addition, we got a new Sheriff here in Houston/Harris County. So things at the department are going to get pretty exciting as well. We'll see who goes, and who stays, and where we all wind up at the end of the day. At my level there probably won't be much change, but those fellows who are up in the thin air make much better targets. It should be interesting.
Best of luck to all, and God Bless the United States of America.
Mac
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
This is the Cavalry poem upon which the name of my blog is based:
Fiddlers Green
Author Unknown
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting placeIs known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.
(This poem is the most original version I can find, but the U. S. Army, under pressure to be politically correct, changed the last stanza a few years ago by removing the line about putting your pistol to your head)
Fiddlers Green
Author Unknown
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting placeIs known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers' Green.
Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he's emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers' Green.
And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head
And go to Fiddlers' Green.
(This poem is the most original version I can find, but the U. S. Army, under pressure to be politically correct, changed the last stanza a few years ago by removing the line about putting your pistol to your head)
Friday, October 24, 2008
My New Granddaughter.
Hannah Lucille was born on October 7th, 2008, and is the most beautiful thing I've seen of late. So now I am a grandfather. If I didn't feel just a little bit old before, you can bet that I certainly do now.
Not that I feel OLD. Just older. When your children start to have children I guess you know that life is progressing toward that inevitable last day. Prior to that, you can sort of put that thought out of your head and pretend it doesn't pertain to you, only everyone else, LOL. But holding that little girl in my hands it is very evident that my own child, who is now a man, has grown past the point of needing my input into how to get to this point.
My son and my daughter-in-law have presented me with a gift. A grandchild. A blessing beyond measure. While not having been the best father in the world, it is like getting a second chance in my son's life. Maybe by being a good grandfather, I can make up for some of my shortcomings in the past as a father.
At least, I can surely hope so.
Mac
Not that I feel OLD. Just older. When your children start to have children I guess you know that life is progressing toward that inevitable last day. Prior to that, you can sort of put that thought out of your head and pretend it doesn't pertain to you, only everyone else, LOL. But holding that little girl in my hands it is very evident that my own child, who is now a man, has grown past the point of needing my input into how to get to this point.
My son and my daughter-in-law have presented me with a gift. A grandchild. A blessing beyond measure. While not having been the best father in the world, it is like getting a second chance in my son's life. Maybe by being a good grandfather, I can make up for some of my shortcomings in the past as a father.
At least, I can surely hope so.
Mac
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Inspiration comes from strange places.
I've decided to create a blog due to a dear friend of mine who has done so, and does a fine job of it. I don't know that I'll be as successful with mine, as she is with hers, but I'll see what I can do...lol.
Mac
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