Nothing.......

 What's wrong?    Nothing.

Well, what areya gonna do today?   Nothin.

Tuesday is my kinda sorta my "Nothing Day".  You have one?

Don't get me wrong. I love, love, love me some hustle bustle, days that include morning, noon and evening plans, events - but, just taking the day to recharge me EV batteries (so to speak), a Siesta, mebbe studying my eyelids for a short..  an hour or so of classical music..Non-hump day.

I'm accomplished at doing nothing, you?

Yes Paul, Si Simon... that Sound of Silence is perfect.  Anything cuter than the visual of  "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth"?

LOOK, up in the sky, it's a bird (soaring so gracefully) it's a plane (the contrails are a wunnerful example of nothing as they go from skinny but bright, to wide, then fainter, then disperse)... and no, it ain't Superman... it's STARS!  And if you look up, stare at the gorgeous twinklers, just look around them at all the nothingness!  Nothing rocks.

"The only wisdom is knowing you know nothing."  Socrates

Sometimes, levity is wunnerful.  My cousin shared this, I found it fun, and I/we do not mean for it to be offensive, nor to make light of any affliction:

  "Okay, so our mom is now residing in an Alzheimer's unit, bless her heart. Though she's not quite on the top of her game anymore she still can be funny, whether she knows it or not. Another resident is a sweet little woman named Marie who hasn't talked in a very long time but she loves to take your hand and give it kisses, graces you with a lovely little smile and twinkles in her eyes. It's all she needs. So I'm offering my hand to Marie today, receiving kisses and smiles when mom walks over, raps Mary on the head three times (softly) and says............"Hello, anyone in there". The nurses witnessed this and almost fell to the floor trying not to laugh and be unprofessional, but, seriously, you have to be made of stone to not laugh. Marie just kept smiling.

Nothing. The Sun will come up. Cars start, go. The clock turns. Work (for many, most) happens. Dinner bell. Diners, lunchrooms fill. Hustle, bustle. Back to grind. Back to roads. Lists, must do's, have to's, GET to's..

Not today. Today is nothing.

Chaos was happening at Walt Whitman High School. Loud. One could not hear themself think. There were seemingly more students IN the office than there were in the hallways, classrooms of Pete Dixon (Room 222), Alice Johnson, others... Principal Seymour Kaufman was at wit's end, pacing back and forth. Finally he announced "I'll never forget April 22nd of last year." Guidance Counselor Liz McIntyre took the bait, "Why, what happened on April 22nd?"... "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." VICTOR? Yes? What is it that sticks out, makes you remember something THAT long ago? Nothing really. Aww come on, we don't believe that crap. OK, Karen Valentine if you must!

"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." Ernest Hemingway

I got nothing.

Crickets.

Oh crap, look at the gas gauge.

He's a real nowhere man, sitting in his nowhere land, making all his nowhere plans for nobody. Doesn't have a point of view, knows not where he's going to, isn't he a bit like you and me?

You ain't seen nothing yet. (Is that a double negative Victor? I dunno, I ain't doing nothing today, scram)

All or nothing. Amount to nothing. Assume nothing. Much ado about nothing. Nothing doing.

Rabbit in a snowstorm Victor? Nope, it's a blank sheet of 8 and 1/2 by 11.

The horror of events can bring nothing. An overtime touchdown by the visiting team is met with nothing. Hearing, "it's time to put him down." Nothing.

Nothing is everything. Kinda.

A not so innocent child's face. Spandex. Yoga pants. Common? They hide nothing.

Famous Nothings: Bill and Ted. Cheech and Chong. Peter/Office Space. Bender/Breakfast Club. The Big Lebowski. Wayne and Garth. Bluto/Animal House. Kumar.

I took the class as Pass or Fail. Oops.

The guy infronta me got TWO Snickers.. I put in eight quarters and got NOTHING.

The toddler inadvertently knocked over the half full glass. Nothing.

Hungy, homeless, dirty, smelly, depressed... says everything about someone with seemingly nothing.

Planning period. Smoke break. Halftime. 7th inning stretch. Game's over? Let's play two!

"Nothing will work unless you do." Maya Angelou

Back tomorrow, maybe. Right now, I gotta go do nothing.

I know nothing. Love, Sergeant (Victurd) Schultze

R-E-G-R-E-T-S, find out what it means to me......

R-E-G-R-E-T-S, a little regrets, just a little bit...just a little bit...

And then there was "If I could turn back time." (A. Cher still looks damn good, me thinks she did turn back time... and B. Would then, her life not be as Sonny?)

A quick, Google of songs about regrets...  "Are you lonesome tonight?" by The King.. 

"Cats in the cradle"

"Hurt" Nine Inch Nails (That would hurt!). .but, fav verson of this is Johnny's, I think maybe his last song he did.. not 100% sure..

"Yesterday"

The site I found had 21 songs... the above.. and then there were a couple by Travis Kelce's girlfriend, Weezer, Kendrick Lamar, OutKast, Aesop Rock, etc, yada, and I have no regrets in never having heard them.

"I made decisions I regret, and I took them as learning experiences. I am human, not perfect, like anyone else."  Queen Latifah.

You tell 'em Queenie, I'll pat ma' foot!

I think we all have some things we'd change, yeah?  One'a my favorite sayings, "It is what it is". Or, as one Carole King sang "But it's too late baby, now it's too late." Wonder why she/that wasn't in the top 21.

This is where I'm going to , bore you.  Sorry.

I would.............if I could go back.....   and, insteada being so dang anxious to get dinner down the gourd, head out on the highway (ie, to front yard to play with cousins), I wish I would asked my grandparents  a kajillion questions about their lives.  What The Depression was like.... how was life before indoor plumbing?..  Who were your heroes?  What was it like when you were a little girl, boy?  What were YOUR parents like?

Journal.  I guess in some respects, this stupid blog IS a journal, but, I wish I woulda kept a daily journal on life in general.  Not that there would be great interest after I'm outta here, and, I wouldn't be upset if it ended up in the dumpster when that time comes with all my baseball cards, thrift store clothes (ha), and federal tax returns from I dont know whyinthehell I've saved 'em so many years.

I would journal FOR ME, my benefit.  Would something like that (YOU doing a journal, have interested you?)..  I'd LOVE reading a journal from my folks, grandparents, even from my kid, grandkids.

In a sense, my grandmother kinda did.. and sorry if I've shared this before.. In her Bible, she would periodically record stuff... "12 inches of snow, February such-n-such, 1943."  "Grandson such-n-such, first steps, such-n-such a date."   Graduations, births, visits there, visitors here, World events, presidential quotes, such-n-such..  Such-n-such interests me.   "Grandchild #5, dialed his phone number at age 3."  <- true. Ha.  24 year old grandkids couldn't do that nowadays!

I think a journal would be cool.  David, like when you started your present business.  Terry, the first year in India....  Susan... to reread how pretty a view you had in Colorado... Jim.. a replay (or an article) of "The Shot" from high school, maybe a few snippets of each and every one of your siblings...  Pie... maybe some logs with little league memories?  

Pup, howabout quotes, maybe of guidance, from your folks, grandparents that you've carried with you through the years..  maybe even handed down to your children... or, reread notes from each and every career/life move you made - at least first impressions.. rekindling your memories of the cities..  jobs.. 

Coach Rich.. your FAVORITE Victory..  I bet too, since I did a tad of coaching, you have your favorite memories of kiddos... maybe not even your best player(s), but, such a good, fun person they meant the world to you, your team.  Bear, mems of your grandparents, folks, growing up in the Ville.. WJC football mems... 

Liz, what it was like to be the only girl with Mr. Tom and Mr. Pierce... what it's like living in the house you grew up in, now!

Phyllis.. maybe fond memorites of working in the Hospital... a tale of your trek from Liberty to ? to Washington.. then, across Washington...

If you've read this blog before and your name ain't above, apologies.  I LOVE everyone, and of course, those that occasionally allow me in their day.

Oft times... age catches up with me.  Even regular ole regular conversations with friends.  It always impresses me when, in conversation, a friend remembers something about me from a previous conversation.  I remember much, but not necessariy for long, and not necessariily "who said it."

Have you ever visited with a friend, asked them a question and they reply with  "Remember?  We talked about this...." and ya feel goofy?  Dang I sure have.

A daily journal would end foggy mems.. or, at least douse 'em.  Would you like to go back and read about you and folks in your life?  I sure would.

And............ who knows... maybe some relative down the line would as well.  Imagine finding a journal from a great-grandparent.

Maybe I'm off base, I dunno.  HEY, off base reminds me.. band camp.. playing first base.. hidden ball trick.. it worked once!  Caught 'em off base!  Had I journaled, I'd remember whointheheck "em" was!

You can't go back, no, you can't. At my age, maybe yours too, I don't gtive much of a rats what people think of my ideas, thoughts.  I will never regret going back, remembering. It adds to my piggy bank of happiness. It, somehow, keeps those gone, still here.

"I don't regret what I've been through. I've had ups and downs, super highs and really low, lows. It's part of who I am. There's nothing in life that's so ugh."   Jennifer Lopez

Time marches on.  Memories, eyesight, hearing fades.  Just a thought.

Happy enda April, beginning of May.  Who knows, if you write down what you're doing today, in 50 years a great great grandkid might enjoy reading.

Love, Victurd

 

Smile........

Plagiarism makes me smile.  Sorry, not really.

"A smile is a curve that sets everything straight."  Phyllis Diller

"Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful."  Thich Nhat Hahn

Polk Salad Annie..... makes me smile.  Tim Conway too.  Carlin, Eddie Murphy. Richard Pryor.

Old friends, new friends, friends.

Dogs, cats, the mirror. Mirror - more laughter than smile, but, lips go in same direction so reckon that helps.

Little kids and their curiosity, knowledge of how to have fun.

A baby's smile. How do they know how?

A penny found heads up -, a twenty in the pocket of a pair of jeans.

Yesterday, boo koo smiles from yesterday.

Errant golf shots.  Ya just gotta laugh.

Farts.  The incredulous sounds some folks make sneezing.  It's kinda like a personality in and of itself.

Pigs when they go oink.  Yoga pants. Oink.

Videos on Facebook where people fall but they ain't hurt.  Like them.

Pajamas, buttcracks and house slippers at WallyWorld.

Discovering, when out galivanting in public, my zipper has been down since I went pee over an hour ago.

Goats. I could watch an hour video of goats.

Red Skelton, Jonathon Winters, Don Rickles.

Guillermo.

Relaxing, enjoying a nice drive on Interstate, realizing my left blinker has been on for 12 miles.

Watching grandkids test their parents (but, ya gotta smile, laugh within on that one, not aloud.)

A hug.

"Long time no see."

Pulling into a town, a driveway, an alley where smiles usedata happen, bringing them anew.

Hills, going down hills on fitty-five mph two lane roads. Big hills.

When jet airplane come to full stop.

When suitcase pop up on thingy that rotates.

Uber driver's names.

People singing who can't sing.

People singing who can't sing but really believe they can.

Firepits, beaches, the sound of waves, lakes, running rivers.

A game winning buzzer beater, base hit, nice catch, victory.

Seeing people that are very obviously different from each other, smile.

Hitting the hay after a nice day.

Awakening.  Thank you.

Being 71, hearing your favorite song (You can't always get what you want, long version)

on the radio, you roll up the windows, don't care, sing, smile.

Saying "Have a nice day."

Hearing, "Have a nice day."

Remembering my father being the first one to call me Victurd.

Have a nice day.

Love, Victurd

A little diddy.. about Jack and Diane... and/or Sally... Sue... Clarice..

NIL, Transfer Portal, NLI, Verbal Commitment.. plain ole plain ole transfer......

Class ring with yarn....     Here comes the (this) bride....    Until Divorce do us part........

Entreat me not to leave thee'...   dayum, did you see how green that grass is?

Victor, I'm highly confused.  Are you going to carry on and talk about Sports?  Or, relationships?

Yes.   I am.

Long ago (and not so far away)....  I sat in the Principal's office.  No, I wasn't in trouble.  I'd taken 2nd place on my dream job of Elementary PE Teacher/Basketball Coach in my hometown. The reason I sat in this office was misogyny, I ain't kiddin'.  Yes, two weeks into the year, a 2nd position opened up.  There was a lonnnnnnngtime PE teacher... and, the District hired a female Principal at the school he taught at. He no likey that, walked out, left, quit, take this job and shove it, I ain't workin' for no female. A little diddy about Jim and Irene. Two sides to every board, but I think I got that right.

(Back to the Principal's office...2nd week of school year)..  So..... There I was, I was taken to a place, The hall of the mountain kings, I stood high by the mountain tops...... NO... that ain't it.

So there I was...  Nervous, excited, hell to the yeah, I got a teaching job, THE teaching job.... 

I whisper. I do.  Yes, I know, not here. I'M LOUD HERE BUT I whisper in real life, kinda sorta.  In the Principal's offfice... Nice lady, 'cept that other guy didn't think so, he bootscooted, "You lady, or any lady, ain't the boss'a me" or something like that.  Anyways, nice lady noticed my whisper.  Asked "So, you have a nice, soft voice.. how do you plan to compensate for that in your teaching?"

I have no recall of how I answered, but she didn't show me the door other than to say "Seeya Monday."

I forced you to go thru all that to get to......I AM THE WHISPERER.  No, not a horse whisperer.. a whisperer in volume... 

Oh, and...  In quitting smoking...HA!.. and... personal finance..  HA!..  and, I am a relationship whisperer..  HA! HA and HA!

Victor, you just wasted however long it took me to read that, ie, precious time in my day.

Sorry.......

Kinda.

And.... the Jeopardy clue is........ "oil, underwear, college selection, mates."

THINGS YOU CHANGE?  I suck at remembering to change the oil...  undies, begrudgingly whether i need to or not..  i did go to 3 colleges before I gradjugated... and uh huh, mates.

This all started, Sport's page... sorry...  THE best quarterback in 'the portal' (PORTAL is fancy for, take this college and shove it, you didn't play me enough, at the right position, I can get more NIL money there, my girlfriend goes there, the weather is better, closer to home, truth being, I DON'T NEED TELL YOU WHY, seeya.)

The #1 QB (and I don't mean to pick on him, just,   an/the example today.)  Originally told Miami "I'm coming (outta HS)..   Let's call Miami "lovely Rita meter maid"..  that didn't work.  "I'm signing with Florida."  NIL money deal fell thru.... "Arizona State, following in the footsteps of my father, here I come."

Four games there (Arizona State)..  hurt knee..  because he didn't play enough games for it to qualify as 'one of his years', he now has four years of college eligibility.  Oh, Georgia. He's going to Georgia.

VICTOR?  Dare we post all your "once was's"?  Nuh uh, I said, jokingly, I was "the Relationship Whisperer."

Victor, this is not fun. In fact, kinda depressing.  Agreed.  Such is life. Many never leave their hometown.  Put that ring (complete with yarn) on a finger, and it's a forever and ever thing.  YUMMY! And, KUDOS!

My OP ED.  Victor, shuddup.  I know, should.  I just think we, football players, basketball players, husbands, wives - give up too damn easily nowadays. No relationship is perfect, and I think 99.9% of the time it takes two to tango/screw it up.  I have long thought... we/two, need to somehow ensure the other is listening, really listening (and willing to) and have a heart to heart before jumping.  Counseling if need be.  SURE, both are at fault.. look into it.  Fix it if at all possible.  Explore, not, hit door.

All that said.........  I've seen car odometers hit 300,000 miles for them there that change their oil every 3,000 miles.  I dun bought me enough undies, I can change 27 days in a row now.  We've all seen kids from transfer portals really improve teams, be happy, a perfect puzzle piece.

Had a buddy get divorced.  Devastation to the point of us worrying about you-know.  Happy to report, TRULY, he's happier than ever, uh huh, with another.

So.  Sometimes, change is good.

Local news is over, grabbing remote, changing to ESPN now.  Soon, time for shower.  Let's see.. yesterday was 'flip day', so yeah, undie change in order today.

Then, quick trip to library. I'll fit right in, ya gotta whisper there.

Then, monthly luncheon with a group of guys I went to school with.   Looks, Si, changed much.  Maturity level (all of us), not so much.

"To improve is to change, to be perfect is to change often."  Winston Churchill.

I hearda him before.  Seems he was either the college recruiter..... a divorce counselor...   worked for Indeed..  owned a Valvoline franchise..  sumpin'.

Got any spare change?

Love, Victurd

Happy whatever ya like......

Truly, I'm appreciative of ANY eyeballs here.

What makes the World go round..........

Better yet, whatever makes the World go round.

Difference in a World of harmony, or something like that.

“You say tomato (toMAYto) I say tomato (toMAHto)." You live in Texas, Cali, Colorado, Mexico, Washington, Kansas, etc.... I live in Misery, er, I mean Missouri.

We jump on the highway, me with my size 11's pressing the pedal, you with your sandals, crocs, high heels, bare feet....  we drive SUV's, clunkers, American made, "Honda, always", RV's, pickemup trucks, Harleys, Victory's, yada.

I get up early, am a night owl, think sleep is overrated, take 3 naps a day.

I've broken bones, plates, cups, hearts, wind.

I (you and me and a dog named boo) am overweight, skinny, just right, worry about it, don't care.

My (just you and I's) life has been affected by addiction, affliction, cancer, infertility, Crohn's, anxiety, depression, loss of loved ones, Alzheimers, mental illness, divorce, estrangement, ASD, PTSD, COPD, PAD, SIDS, UTI, arteriosclerosis, psoriasis, tuberculosis, halitosis and persistent itchy itchy rashes.

We're alike in that we're only children, from a family of ten kids, the youngest of two, we went to parochial, public, private and home schools.

We all see the world through amber, blue, brown, gray, Hazel, red eyes. I'm 20-20. 20-200. I am nearsighted, farsighted, have age related macula degeneration, glaucoma.

I only haves eyes for you, I like to flirt but remain loyal, yes, there was infidelity, open relationships, switched teams, like both.

I eat anything, meat and potatoes, fish - yuck, salmon is my favorite, pass the BBQ sauce, vegan, fast every 3rd day, am vegetarian but I'll cook my mate hamburgers.

I worry, am laid back, play ain't it awful. I don't repeat gossip so listen close the first time.

I talk too much, speak only when spoken to, listen more - talk less, love to sing, can't carry a tune, won a spelling bee, couldn't spell Cat even if you spotted me CA.

My home is messy, immaculate, ranch style, two story, in an apartment complex, on 5 acres, my castle.

I love my back deck, porch swing, den, craft room, she shed, mancave, I hate bats.

I played High School football, the sax, the field, all night long.

We are just alike, complete opposites, will always be BFFs, have never met - but friends here.

The glass is half full, the bastard leaks, half empty, fill 'er up Ethel.

I have everything I need, am needy, give, take, like Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain.

I much prefer the West Coast, East Coast, Sea of Cortez Coast, sleds over coasters. The Midwest farmer's daughter really makes me feel alright.

I am Conservative, Liberal, somewhere in the middle, I am religious, agnostic, an atheist, give me a break, give me a break, break me off a piece of that Kit Kat Bar. I get acne when I eat chocolate, I have a peanut allergy, pass the cashews Mabel.

Point is, we are alike, in that we need each other. Salt, Pepper. Fork, spoon. Man, woman. Family, in-law. 

Yesterday's blog was admittedly pretty goofy. Friend Larry suggested mebbe decaf coffee. An old girlfriend, she usedta go to Hy-Vee. Right there in fronta her we're 20 containers of coffee beans, all different kinds, flavors. Ya stuck your bag under, pulled the arm of the corresponding coffee of preference.  She took some of each and every kind in her bag.

I very much enjoyed her coffee.

The old Catholic grade school just up the road from me ain't been that for a long time, sat empty. A few years back, cars started pulling in, no sign. Then, more and more cars. Finally one day,  a sign. "Quilting Therapy."  I likes that.

Things made of many parts, woven, strong.

Why can't we be fiends, why can't we be friends.....  Are.

By Henry and Henrietra Gibson.

Love Victurd

Hi, my name is Uni-oops.......

And that's pernounced "eww-knee-oops.  Friends though call me Moe, and I/we are from the Planet Mogo.

Our spacecraft just landed in the middle of someplace called Kansas... ain't much to look at here, but, that's ok, our leader Hugo designated me, Moe, of Mogo... Hugo say "Moe, you go. Go study, learn all about this thing they call Sports."

So, we landed. Damn near hit onea them huge Mercedes Benz fans they got there in Kansas... and sure, I said "Hi. I'm Moe, from Mogo, here on behalf of Hugo, he say go-go, study sports.  Take me to your leader."

They (folks with funny looking cartoon animals on their shirts) drove us back East a little bit, some town named Larryville I think it was... took us to this dude's office, somethingorother Self... "Here, he's our leader."  He asked us, "Hey, wanna see our trophies?"  Ahm, no. "Howabout our banners?"  Ahhh, no thanks, we're here to learn about sports. This Self guy took us into an old building, it had to be nearly 70 years old... said "Hey, look up.. see them jerseys on the rafters?  There's Wilt, Clyde, Jo Jo, Danny, we even got Lynette's up there."  Interesting, but, are there any other leaders you can think of we could meet?

Mr. Self used his phone to holler at Tab with a Cab, but he was busy, so, he got us Goober, he's a driver for Uber.  He pulled up, said "Hi, I'm Goober from Uber, hop in." We all piled in with Goober from Uber... he drove us to some lady's house in Florida... Knocked on a door.. Are you the leader?  "Hi, my name is Nelly, and, I guess so.. I've won five golf tournaments in a row, I'm only the third to do that in History."  Yeah?  The hell is golf?  "Come, I'll show you."

This lady Korda, first, I might add, she's a sight pertier than that Self fella... seems kind, humble too after winnin' five in a row.  She took us to this REALLY lush place, had small, circular 'sandy beaches', some small lakes, finely cropped things she called 'fairways', and, then, this deeper stuff on the edges she called 'rough'. Back home, we call it "Ernie, mow your damn yard wouldya?"

This Korda lady demonstrated 'golf' for us. She took this long thing, looked like it had halfa axe blade on the bottom, she swiped it in a big ole circle... smacked this little bitty ball... went so fer, we couldn't see it.. but followed her as she walked.  "My goal is to hit it into that hole on the green." We learned they have golf for men too, so we asked, do the fellas then hit, aim for the hole in the yellows?  Ahm, no, they play greens too.

We decided to stay and watch some people play golf in order to allow us to let Hugo of Mogo know all about the sport. In a few short minutes, we learned cussing is allowed (and common)... you don't jump in the lake to fetch your ball, there are birdies - which, confused us as all we saw was some pelicans over by the lake, had nuttin to do with their golf.  They had irons and woods, again, we're headscratchin, cause the woods were made outta iron too.

Ms. Korda you're been really kind... can you point us too another leader? "Sure."  Up pulled a bus.  Uh huh, you guessed it, driver's name Gus. We drove West, across some mountains, they call the Ozarks (much pertier than them Flint Hill things we originally landed in)... Got to this huge ole house, there was a golf hole in back, and also, what we learned was half'a football field.  Fancy.

Knocked on the door.  "Hi, I'm Patrick. Welcome to Mahome," and he kinda giggled this froggy laugh.  "This is Brittany, and over here is Sterling, and that's Bronze."  We were kinda amazed with all them gem names, Britanny wasn't named Gold cause she's perty just like Ms. Korda.

"We're gonna learn all about football." Patrick brought out this damn funny shaped thing HE called a ball.  He threw a few in the back yard to some guy named Jackson... this is all very confusing.. he lives in a house with Gems.. takes this thing called a FOOTball, throws it (and we don't know how he did it 'cause he's got three HUGE gems on his hand), and the damn thing never touched his foot.  Why FOOTball?  In that kinda Kermit voice he again giggled, said, "Oh, that's something ButtKicker will have to show you."  We didn't come with no weapons to protect ourselves, so, rather than get our butts kicked, we asked Patrick "Any other leaders?"

He had this thing in his ear (Patrick) no idea what it was, then, he said (to no one we could see) "Alexa, call a limo."  Before we knew it, up pulls the limo (we meet the driver Jimbo).. There was only 5 of us, but Jimbo's got seats for 27.  We figured maybe Patrick used the limo for totin' his football teams.

Jimbo announced I'm taking you to meet The Goat.  Well, they call him The Goat, but he ain't really The Goat... The Goat is a fellow named Michael, but I'm taking you West to meet Lebron.  We learned he plays basketball.

We drove back across Kansas... we'd seen a tad of 'basketball' there.. trying to figure out how to tell Hugo about it though.. they tried putting this big old ball in the basket, but, it never did stay cause it had a hole in the bottom.  Korda's ball stayed in that hole, but none them basketballs stayed in the basket.  We didn't worry about it much, cause we were too busy worrying about howinthehell Wilt, Clyde, Jo Jo, Danny, Lynette got dressed when their tops were clean up there on the rafters?

We fell asleep in the limo driving across Kansas.  Musta been the sound of the fans... or all that damn hypnotic wheat, dunno. Long drive to LA but we made it.

Hi, I'm Lebron, welcome.  Nice enough dude, dayum tall too.  We wanted to make him feel good though, so we started with "Hey, just so you know, don't ever feel ba-ba-ba-bad about people calling you The Goat, cause Jimbo in the Limo told us  the real Goat is some guy named Michael." Lebron turned his head kinda funny... but then said Ok, hey, lets go to the Crypto.  We done paid Jimbo the Limo guy, but, got out our phones to pay this Crytpo thing.  Lebron said It's cool, Crypto is where we play, hop in my Hummer.  We did.  It was electric, we never did hear humming. Confusing damn place, America.

Lebron, on the way to Crypto, said I actually love being called The Goat.. you see, I've scored more than ANYONE, EVER. Again, we scratched out heads..cause when this journey started way back in Kansas, onea the guys with the funny looking cartoon bird on his shirt had told us "Oh, btw, you'll see pictures of Wilt and he's scored more than anyone known to man." They'd giggled, but we didn't get it.

More tall dudes at the Crypto.  We'd really already seen basketball...so Lebron had onea them ear things, called and got us a van.  Uh huh, driver Stan.

Stan seemed nice enough. Another long, long trip.  After a long, long nap, we all woke up at the same time, saw a sign "Lake of Three Fires".. .it was GORGEOUS.. we asked Stan, "Is this Heaven?"  No, it's Iowa.

Stan took us to a cornfield.  This is baseball Uni-oops. They call it Field of Dreams. We unnerstood, hell, it's a long drive from anywhere, anyone would fall asleep, have dreams getting there.  We walked out on what they called the diamond. No one there. Allofasudden, some dude walks outta the rows of corn and says Hi, I'm Yogi.  Yogi Bear?  (Laughter)  No, Yogi Berra, welcome. S'more dudes in pinstripes came out, started playing catch like Mahomes, but, the ball was smaller, round, and they didn't have no rings on their hand, only a glove looking thing on one hand.

Yogi, said lovingly, talked kinda funny.  As we watched, he said You can observe a lot just by watching.  We'd heard about Yankee Stadium, had wondered why Stan didn't take us there.  Yogi said Nobody goes there anymore, it's too crowded. Strange.  There weren't many seat to watch the game on this field.  The future ain't what it usedta be Yogi said.

Yog' gave us a crash course in pitching, catching, bunting, baserunning, game strategy, lots, then he said Baseball is 90 percent mental and the other half is physical.  The time had come - we were ready to go back to Mogo with our report for Hugo.

Stan was waiting in the parking lot for us.  Yogi walked us to the van..  thanked us, we said our goodbyes... then Yogi told Stan when you're driving back to the spaceship in them Flint Hills and you come to the fork in the road, take it." Stan said thanks, we got in the van, he winked at us, said Don't worry, we've got GPS.

We was gonna compile some notes to share all we'd learned from them guys in coats with a funny looking cartoon bird on front, Mr. Self, Goober, Ms. Korda, Gus, Mahomes and them gems, Jimbo, Lebron the Goat, Stan, Yogi... but some blog writer named Victurd assured us there's no one still here reading, "they're all asleep" or, Googling "Take me to something funny, QUICK"... so, we might later.

Later, Uni-oops (aka Moe from Mogo.)

Love, Victurd

Paint splatters.....

"Well here's another nice mess you've gotten me into."  Said by either Laurel or Hardy, I ain't rightly sure.  

When I say it though... I'm actually talking to myself.

I talk (type) too much, but you knew that.  Insteada a blog, I should probably be emailing or texting myself... sorry to include, kinda...  but... like much here... I somehow attain comfort in typing, wondering "Do you ever feel that?   Do that?  Am I nuts and is it just me? (You ain't gotta answer that one!)

Undun.

Song by The Guess Who, released in 1969.  Digging, it was written by Randy Bachman who got the idea from lyrics he'd heard in a Bob Dylan song.  (Editor's note.. . bless him. My ex, who yes, I love, always will, LOVED Bob Dylan.  Went, heard him boo-koo times.  Never, well, hardly ever, could i understand whatinthehell words Bob was singing, so, bless Randy for 'ciperhing cause them words were always blowing, bungled in the wind when I heard him.)

He heard "She's come undone."

Sadly, the lyrics (Undun, 1969) are about a girl Randy had witnessed at a party, she'd dropped acid and gone into a coma.   

'She's come undone, 

She found a mountain that was far too high
And when she found out she couldn't fly
It was too late."

This ain't about acid, Bob, Randy, yada.

This is about blurt, hurt, things that happen - can't be undone.  Certain you've maybe heard the story below.. and sorry (kinda) this post is so long:

“There once was a little boy who had a very bad temper. His father decided to hand him a bag of nails and said that every time the boy lost his temper, he had to hammer a nail into the fence.

On the first day, the boy hammered 37 nails into that fence.

The boy gradually began to control his temper over the next few weeks, and the number of nails he was hammering into the fence slowly decreased. He discovered it was easier to control his temper than to hammer those nails into the fence.

Finally, the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father the news and the father suggested that the boy should now pull out a nail every day he kept his temper under control.

The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.

‘You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, they leave a scar just like this one. You can put a knife in a man and draw it out. It won’t matter how many times you say I’m sorry, the wound is still there.’”

This blog ain't (necessarily) about anger. The lesson the boy learned was a good one. It's moreso about things you can't undo.  Old Blue Eyes, in his song "My Way" sang "Regrets, I've had a few."

It is with virtually 100% certainty I think I can write we all have BEEN THERE, DONE THAT.

Ya get in situations where winning, "getting my way", he's wrong, she's wrong, patooey... it makes ya ache... mental ache, to me, is the worst kinda ache.  It's like that feeling you get right before regurgitation, but, you walk around with that feeling all day, all night, all week.. 

You can go over acrylic paint. You can erase a #2 lead. (Who uses them nowadays?)  Dry erase boards are wunnerful.  Then there is indelible ink.  Magic markers that can't be magically undone.

About all one can do is "And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us."

Time.  Wait it out until that urge hits one can safely devour a big, juicy cheeseburger.  Able to go have fun, laugh with friends, suckup good, life.

Shit happens.  It is what it is. There will always be marks in the fence.

Hopefully we all, emphasis on all (and I don't write that with "I win" intent, truly).. hopfullly we all stop carpentering nails one day.

Love, Victurd

When I grow up I wanna be......

 What was your dream?   Did you follow it?  Achieve it?  Decide, "nope, that ain't what I wanna do."?

Kids today. Friend Google relates, "Dream Job" (in percent):

MALE                                    FEMALE

Pro Athlete (12)                    Doctor/Nurse (13)

YouTuber/Streamer (11) Actress (11)

Musician (6)                    `    Musician (9)

Pro Gamer (6)                        Artist (7)

Doctor/Nurse (5) YouTuber/Streamer (6)

Me?  When I grow up I just wanna be able to align columns correctly, geez!

The hell is a grown up?  Of course the internet knows everything:

An adult is a human or other animal that has reached full growth. The biological definition of the word means an animal reaching sexual maturity and thus capable of reproduction. In the human context, the term adult has meanings associated with social and legal concepts.

Picking and choosing (fancy for, plaguerism):

"Get a girlfriend... kiss her... rule the World."

"When I grow up, I am 7. I want to be 8."

"I will one day be a couch potatoe"  (Funny ha ha that you suggest this was mine.  I do, however, resemble that remark.)

"When I grow up I want to be a mailbox."   Ahm, OK.

"When I was 3 I wanted to be a dad.

When I was 4 I wanted to be a toy designer.

When I was 5, I wanted to be a video game maker.

Today, I want to be a Ninja Chef."

"To work at Taco Bell with my momma."

Senior superlatives:

"Writer"......   "Professor".....   "Sell fruit at a busy intersection."  (Quit laughing, happy is happy!)

Pre-Schoolers:

Ice cream worker..  Garbage man..   Super Hero...  Captain America..    Lawyer..    Witch.. 

"When I grow up I want to be a customer in a store.  I will buy broccoli, tomatoes and carrots. When I get home, I will make soup."   Reachable kid, reachable.

"Breed dragons."

"I want to be a dog."  Ya know, whilst short lives, they are SO dadgum happy. You go kid.

"It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are."  e.e cumming

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OK, in all seriousness.  Nevermind, I stuggle with being serious (I'm serious). 

We've got spirit, yes we do... we've got spirit, how bout you? Me? I wanted to be a major league baseball player. I'm hardheaded. I played many forms of the game, finally giving up slopitch at age 65. (Giving up is misleading.. .they wouldn't tell me where practice was.) ....

Holy guacamole the things I've done. (Victor,they don't care.)  My blog, I don't really care that they don't care.  Ha.  

I painted outbuildings as a kid so the owner of the land could up the value of the property the State was set to buy for I-435 .  We left the lids off the paint one day when we went to lunch.  Cows got in it. Twas udder chaos.

Lined, drug, prepared baseball fields for years as a kid (that was fun)....  Loaded airplanes (that was fun)..  Dealt craps (that was fun).. Taught Elementary PE (that was REAL fun)...  Coached basketball (that was fun, and my favorite)..  Had a small mom/pop air cargo delivery business (that was fun)..  delivered mail (that was fun)...  Sat in a cubicle doing logistics for a long, long time. (mixed emotions, but too, a lotta fun and a lotta good, lifelong friends made.)

Bottom line.  I didn't pay attention to that (bottom line) much.  Simpleton (many would say immature).. A huge goal in my life is simply to have fun.  Have work at fun.

I hate when adults act all grown-up... but... I'd advise kids (VICTOR, noboby askedya).. I'd advise kids..  Find a niche.  Something you love doing.  One can never be sure, but, explore the company, industry fully.  Today, you may be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound - but one day (hopefully) you'll be old.. SAVE.  See if the company helps in that matter.  Learn any, everything about Health Insurance, including the fact Medicare don't start until you're 65. Save fast, no touchy, GET OUT FAST, if you can (and of course, want to).

Inotherwords.... Do as I say, not as I done did.

Victor?  Do you hereby swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?  

Of course. The truth is, I don't think I wanna grow up. There's no stopping our bodies, and yes, aware, ugly can happen to our brains - but... I simply want to (Still) see the World thru the eyes of a child.  Children have fun.  They don't hate, discriminate. They hug, laugh, help. Sure, occasional tears - I find emote to be a very darn good thing (within reason).  

I'll get of your hair (if you have any left).  We've got spirit, yes we do.. we've got spirit, howabout you?   Did you achieve what you wanted to be?  Have fun?  What was important to YOU in your chosen field, career?

"Most people don't grow up. It's too damn difficult. What happens is most people get older. That's the truth of it. They honor their credit cards, they find parking spaces, they marry, they have the nerve to have children, but they don't grow up."  Maya Angelou

Love, Victurd

Tots or fries?

Quite often I feel compelled to explain Lucy the what, why of the chosen given topic. (Crickets, Victor.. they're all still asleep, or, 'better' yet, maybe no one cares, comes here.)  Yeah mebbe.

As I went to snooze last night, I thought about sending me a text along the line of "What do people think is fun"... but, didn't, awoke today.. and remembered that anyways..

I Googled it...  a Reddit post popped up.. BUT... insteada what do people think is fun, the Reddit post was about what things are widely considered fun that you find boring?  

Awaiting vultures (Reddit is like Wiki, any ole person can comment) lit into "Watching sports, reality TV shows, soaps, talent shows.. basically most popular TV." .... In keeping with a fairly long trend of one getting sideways in a social media discussion, next dude (or dudette) wrote "I never understood this trend on Reddit, and eventually if one day I do, I will still probably think it's stupid." Tastes great. Less filling.

An apparent love of sports added "If you can't watch sports, try drinking while you watch sports."  Nudder answered "I have and I can only go as far as motorsport and rugby."  Then the dreaded "Watching sports requires you to take a side, even if it's for a ludicrous reason."

I agree, the above is pretty boring, sorry, really.

What would life be though without sides?  There would be no "HEEEERRRREEEESS JOHNNNY" without Ed McMahon.  You'd have to forego one of, either Pickin' or Grinnin' if ya didn't have both Roy and Buck.  Cagney couldn't solve crap without Lacey. If there were no Barney, Mayberry RFD (and Andy) would stink it up should they use either Gomer or Goober to replace.

Hatfields, McCoys would have picnics.  Ali would help "Down goes Fraizier" getup.  MICHAEL IS THE GOAT.. . NO, IT'S LEBRON... can we just shuddup and play basketball?

Me personally?  Fries over tots.  Mashed potatoes and corn (versus peas, green beens, beets/patooey, yada)... and anyone that plays KU, those are the sides I pick.

Victor, you're writing REALLY short paragraphs.

THERE, blocked that asswipe, never happen again, sorry.

There's a local talk radio show... fun.. my take anyways. They recently asked for people to anonymously call in with kinda sneaky, almost illicit things they've done.  A KCMO cop called in.  "If I stop a car.. and if the car has a KU license plate, decal, Jayhawk, or the person driving is wearing KU gear, I'm writing a ticket."  I LOVE YOU OCCIFER!

What would a 45 record be if the A side didn't have a corresponding B side.  I mean (I hate when people begin sentences with 'I mean").. I mean, we wouldn't have Unchained Melody, Hound Dog, Color My World, We Will Rock You.......... many.

Taking sides... Different story.  Oft times, one can't win for losing.  Once again I leaned on Google and asked "Things people take sides on" First article that popped up, "IT'S A LOSE-LOSE SITUATION." Spoke to witnessing a relationship breakdown of mutual friends.. or, perhaps you were a child between warring parents... There ain't no way out.  Refuse to pick a side you're a fence-sitter... inaction makes you disloyal or maybe even cowardly.

"Standing in the middle of the road is very dangerous, you get knocked down by traffic from both sides." Margaret Thatcher

STOP VICTOR!  FOR ALL TOO LONG WE, USN'S IN THE USA HAVE BEEN DEALING WITH 'WE/THEY', 'US/THEM'.. GET OFFA MY LAWN...  OH YEAH? BUT WHAT ABOUT... Mick might say "Hey, hey, you, you, get off of my cloud..Hey, hey, you, you, get off of my cloud..Hey, hey, you, you, get off of my cloud.. Don't hang around 'cause two's a crowd.. On my cloud baby"

WE NEED CALM.

LEVITY.   "He hits from both sides of the plate.  He's amphibious."  Yogi Berra

Victor, why don't you do like you did to your hound pooch Gabe on the 4th of July.,  go in a room, close the door, turn out the lights and crank classical music?

He called the doctor, woke him up and said, "Doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take, I say, doctor, to relieve this bellyache? I say, doctor, ain't there nothin' I can take I say, doctor, to relieve this bellyache?"

(Bellyache = who cooks, who cleans, sex, the thermostat, parenting, affection - perhaps the lack thereof, responsibilities, Holidays, money, which-way-to-place-face the TP, OMG,. STOP VICTOR)

OK.  Will.

Music usually helps me (like it helped my hound pooch Gabe.)

So...... I'm gonna try....... Take a walk on the wild side....  Time is on my side... On the sunny side of the street..  

Hey?  Is money an issue, a thorn in the side?  I've got buddies, I kid you not, they pick out weddings to go to. No, they don't know no one, but... you see, you got the bride side and the groom side, and no one knows the other side, there ain't no getting caught.. .what better?  FREE Hor'dourves, drinks, cake, dancing, be merry, laugh until your side hurts!

See my beard, ain't it weird?  No, that ain't it.

I find it kinda ironic... the song "Come Together" by the Beatles led off the last album they ever did together.

You're looking at me?  THE C+ STUDENT for answers?  Be for real!

Heck I dunno.  Listen more, talk less I guess.  Stay in your lane. Agree to disagree but hells bells why even start? Drink more Ovaltine.  Put the lime in the coconut.  Take two aspirin, call me in the morning.

Give peace a chance.........

Love, Victurd

Upon further review................... I question that.....

Right outta the gate....... which, no, is a misnomer.  Right outta the gate sounds like a horse race, and, at age 70-something, who the hell races?  Well.. I take that back.. Do you know what clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop is?  It's an old geezer like you or me racing with his/her walker to pee.

Right outta the gate first idea, blog about Act Naturally.., Ringo sang it, he don't do that much, could be good.. so I wiki'ed.. hell Buck Owens had it as a hit before that.. so, started to dig into his life. (He, Alvis Edgar Owens, Jr,  was born on a farm in Sherman, TX.  They had a donkey named Buck.  Age three or four, Alvis Jr., walked in the door, announce "My name is Buck too," and, no one had a complaint, so, that stuck.  Then, hell, 'Buck' didn't even write Act Naturally, Johnny Russell did... and at that point, I lost interest. Sorry.

We be from the question everything generation.  You know...... like:

Why do fools fall in love?  Wow, written in 1956, sang by Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers on Gee Records.  As in, Gee, I dunno.

Why don't we do it in the road?  Great Caesar's Ghost, ain't you seen the flattened squirrels, raccoons, where the deer and the antelope usedta play?  Pull up your Bobby Brooks Diane we'll go down by the shady trees.

Who wrote the book of love?  There are differing opines.  Some say Dr. Ruth.. others, Funk and Wagnall?... Match.com? The inventor of the station wagon?

Are you lonesome tonight?  Kinda personal, next question.

How much is that doggie in the window?  No, nope, stymie halt.  Don't do dat.  Go the pound. There are soooo many needing loving homes.  There are stories, not good, many probably true, about breeders.

Who let the dogs out?  That would either be the formerly employed attendant at the dog pound who forgot to close the window, or, my next-door neighbor lady on Lee Drive back in 1987, Kravitz somethinorother, at 4am with her two damn yap dogs.

Who do you think you are?  Slim Shady.  My name Jose Jimenez. Mr. Big Stuff.  Ocho Cinco.  Archie Bell of the Drells from Houston, TX.  EF Hutton.  Welcome to WalMart, I'm Gus.

Ain't that Peculiar? It's actually Raymore, but they do border each other.

Should I stay or should I go?  Depends.  If they're on, you can stay. If not, ya better go.

Where have all the flowers gone?  The poseys are in my pocket.  Lowes had a $5.99 run on basket flowers. "Shut the damn door Herbert, you're losing it. It's November and 27 degrees out."  Oh crap, that was Roundup?

Why?  Why ask Why Annie Lennox?  Why not?  Because I told you so.

Why can't we be friends?  You're a Republican. You're a Democrat. Be for real, you're a KU fan.  You have BO.  No speaky Engleshe'.  

Is that all there is?  That too, kinda personal. No, this SOB blogs damn near every day. I NEVER touched the thin mints.  Sorry, yes, I'm broke, go ask your mother (my ex.)

Do you like good music?  Ahm, bear/woods?  

Wouldn't it be nice?  To have two good candidates.  Fazoli's OR Olive Garden, never ending breadsticks. If there were no line at Starbucks. (Never been, I don't get it.)

If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me?  You have the right to remain silent.  Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Did you ever have to make up your mind?  Biden, Trump, who's that 3rd party candidate?  Oysters, sushi, hell to the no.  Dos Equis works.  I shoulda useda 7 iron, I wasn't aware the creek was right behind the green.  I love me some true/false, fitty percent chance. 

Does anybody really know what time it is?  7:48am Central.  6:48am in Costa Rica.  2:48am in Bora Bora.  6:18pm in Agra, India. Time to stop this stupid blog. Sorry, kinda.

Ok, I reread this. Decided it was pretty short.  Thought I'd give my take on questions. Victor, nobody asked ya. I know, never stopped me before though.  I do think our generation should be, could be complimented for stopping to ask "Why?"  Or better yet, "Why not?"  Over time, we've seen many wrongs righted.  Why, or, why not, has helped us tremendously in the quest for equality.  But it's like when someone asked about my golf game (which, really still sucks).. but, after I play, eh, OK, I say "it's better."  Never good enough.  Like life. We're better, but not good enough.  Much work to do.  I plan to go hit range balls, AND, question ugly every damn time I see/hear it.  Hope you do too.

Love, .Victurd

Like a red rubber ball.....

Ya got me goin' in circles........

Life, me thinks, is a big ole circle.  

Everywhere ya turn, circle.  Hand me that binky, wouldya mom?  It's hot out, bootscoot, please, to WallyWorld, buy me one'a them round, $12.99 'wim pools wouldya?

Dodgeball.  You there in the middle of the circle.  We're coming to getya.  Who ain'?  Who ain't took onea them red rubber balls upside the face, and proudly shone that red pattern on the cheek until the school busses pulled out for the day?

Sitting Indian style in a circle.  Sounds easy don't it.  Imagine today.  OK, you folks over there in the West Wing of the Assisted Living facility, come on over here and let's all sit, Indian style, in a big ole circle. Uh huh, right. Time that happens you've already missed lunch, afternoon snack and it's bedtime.  I ain't sat Indian style since onea them Bush's was in office, maybe even before that.

I was gonna do a blog about Baseball Ray, but, it's been pointed out, not everyone enjoys sports like me. Or, as my ex pointed out (VICTOR!  DO NOT DISS ON YOUR EX).. ahm, she pointed out "Victor, not everyone gets as excited about your ideas as you do."

The point was. Baseball. It's round. It's hard. Baseball teaches. Teaches about....... lots.  Being a team member.  Observing, seeing, there are varying skill levels within every given situation.  Seeing how the leader, usually onea the dads, handles that, or not. Seeing how the kids, handle that or not.

You can learn all about ridicule, and how ugly it is.  Clique circles within, yuck. Sometimes, bullying happens amongst teammates, and bravo to the leaders within who put that fire out.  There's the bigheaded dudes.  The really good ones who letya know it.  Patooey. Again, bravo to the leaders within for putting them in their place.

However.......... much good can happen.  Work. Hard work. Repetition. Goals. Attainment, sometimes. Courage.  Striving to hear an atta boy, admiring a teammates skill, play, then passing out an atta boy.  Victor, enough about baseball.  Yes, you're correct, I'll stop. One last diddy. Baseball teaches you when to stop.  Everyone, reaches that point at some point.

Balls. All kinds.  We done talked playground ball, baseball. Add ping pong balls, golf, basketball, softball, soccer, pool balls.. hockey pucks are round...  then, all kindsa gobbledy goop:

Bagels, Bangles, Bottle caps, CD's, clocks, donuts, globes, limes, oranges, onions, onion rings, pizza, pupils (the eye kind), TP, the moon, the sun, the earth.  

"The whole universe is based in rhythms. Everything happens in circles, in spirals." John Hartford.

Wedding rings.  Wow, now that's a circle.  Ogle. Flirt. Smooch. Wanna? Coins, lotta coins for heap big wedding.. 2,497 wedding pics.. having my baby, what a lovely way... diapers, soft food, first chomp out of a banana.. PTA, Driver's Ed, oh mercy, graduation, empty nest. What? You're back? Honey? I'm preggo. NO! Not... again?  Annuder circle.. care for elderly parents.. work, toil, jumping thru hoops, I wanna be 65.. 65 happens.  Oh shit, I can't sit Indian Style.

Ya done steered a lotta miles with that round wheel. Bought a lotta tires.  Noticed, round potholes, bumps in the road, no matta' what ya drive.  'Gone around and around' a time or twenty in life with a family member, coworker, fellow student, teammate, mate, Republican (OK damnit, Dems too).. 

Trips around the Sun.  Blocked ever so intermittently by the round moon.

Ya got me going in circles.

Somea my favorite circles.  Fire pit, friends circled.  Family meals around the table, yum. Grandparents, parents, siblings, mates, kids, grandkids.  Yum.

All life teaches with 'been there, done that' circles.

There is really NO figuring out life.  They say, "well, he/she has been around the block."  Last time I checked, blocks were square.

"Circles create soothing space, where even reticent people can realize that their voice is welcome."  Margaret J. Weatley

Damnit... reticent?  Circling back to Google.. back in a sec..  "Not revealing one's thoughts?  Hell to the no, that ain't me.  I write TOO damn much, as in TOO with two big ole circles.  Sorry, kinda.

I'm gonna get out of here. First, the tail end of one of my favorite songs, Ball of Confusion by the Temps. (1970 in case ur keepin track Casey Kasem.)

The sale of pills are at an all time high
Young folks walking round with their heads in the sky
The cities ablaze in the summer time

And oh, the beat goes on

Evolution, revolution, gun control, sound of soul
Shooting rockets to the moon, kids growing up too soon
Politicians say more taxes will solve everything

And the band played on

So, round and around and around we go
Where the world's headed, nobody knows

Oh, great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you
Just a ball of confusion
Oh yeah, that's what the world is today
Woo, hey

Fear in the air, tension everywhere
Unemployment rising fast, the Beatles new record's a gas

And the only safe place to live is on an Indian reservation

And the band played on

Eve of destruction, tax deduction, city inspectors, bill collectors
Mod clothes in demand, population out of hand, too many bills
Hippies moving to the hills, people all over the world are shouting, end the war

And the band played on

Great googa-looga, can't you hear me talking to you
Sayin' ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey

Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Sayin', ball of confusion
That's what the world is today, hey, hey
Let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya, let me hear ya
Ball of confusion

BUT TOO, IT'S A PERTY DAMN GOOD CIRCLE...........LIFE.

The best to you, 

Love, Roundhead, er, Victurd