If the World were flat........

And I was a real estate developer........

Or mebbe Mayor....   No, not Mayor.  Howabout President of Sertoma?  Yeah, that'd work.  'Cept I might rename it Sertomawa (Service to Mankind AND Womankind.).........

(Side note, which has not one damn thing to do with this blog, but... I liked.  Two older chaps were visiting... prolly McDonalds, I dunno, mebbe Trail's Inn or similar... one guy says "Were you aware Elks have sex six times a day?  Other old guy remarked "Damn, and I just joined the Knights of Columbus.")

I'm back.  Forget that story.  We're back to flat Earth... President of Sertomawa...  I would enlist good Samaritans..... (The HELL is that Victor?)   It's folks who act selflessly to benefit others, even if a total stranger......  and I'd equip 'em with shoulder pads, knee pads and elbow pads.

We'd call 'em "Sense-us takers"...  They'd go about the land...  They'd get free gas, donuts and coffee at QuikTrip...  and we'd have 'em weed out certain sorts.

Victor?  You JUDGING?  Whaddaya mean?

I'm so glad you asked.  Let's take tailgaters for example.  It ain't that we, the residents of Sertomawa are better'n em, its just there's a better place for 'em.  So, our Sense-us-takers find 'em, use their pads (shoulder, knee, elbow) to scoooch 'em over to the edge of Sertomawa, and push 'em off.

VICTOR!  You're killing them? Pushing them off into thin air?  Well, no, not really.  A bit below our flat planet of Sertomawa, there'd be another flat planet.  I'm the developer, so, I'm gonna entitle this land Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am-ville.  Ya know, folks who cut in line during plane delays, demand "me first"... mebbe folks who kinda just think "I'm a tad better than you.." due to... much..    'I must demonstrate my superiority to feel more comfortable and to validate my self worth.'  'I'm entitled, you ain't.'

In the town of Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am-ville there'd be streets....... Ego Avenue..    High Horse Way....   Attitude Alley...  Cockiness Causeway.....of course there'd be some high rises for these 'high risers'... The Loftiness Lofts..  Superiority Complex..  and for Senior Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am folks, there'd be some ranchstyle Strut Huts.

Just below the planet Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am-ville which is just below Sertomawa, there'd be a 'resort town' (kinda).. a big ole lake "Dirty Water", surrounded by jail-like homes for muggers and theives... and, swindlers, computer hackers..  able bodied folks that desire not to use those able bodies, instead, live off of others.  When our Sense-Us-Takers bump 'em over the edge, yes, there'll be a bigger, longer drop than those of Don't-You-Know-Who-I-Am, but, we'll equip em with floaties for their arms, land safely, then they can swim ashore from Dirty Water lake.

The streets are gonna be......Bilk Boulevard..   Double-crosser Crossroad....  Lazy Lane.....  Fox Freeway...   Rascal Road....  They are on their own for Infrastructure, Commerce, Public Safety, Trash Collection, yada.

Hey, we ain't named our own streets here in Sertomawa...  OK, thanks.   Charity Carriageway...  Pleasantness Parkway..     Tolerance Trafficway....  Understanding Avenue....

So Victor, you damn flatnose, biased, better than, uppity, judgmental idiot I don't believe you!

Eh, call me what you want. Just seems like it'd be a better World than the one we're wakin' up to today.  Say what you will........ I'm going to grab a bite.  Gotta urge for something flat.. Pizza..  Tortilla.. Waffle....  somethin.

Love, kindness, niceness, the Golden Rule, Sunshine, puppy breath, smiles, hugs, all that, make the World go round.  Or flat, 'pendin' on howya look at it.

By Earl Scruggs, Lester Flatt and Rascal Flatts.......

Love, President Victurd

If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life...........

Well, that's a tricky, individual, tough for some, impossible for some, seemingly cinchy for others.

My favorite customer service line.... "Are you on drugs?  You're always happy."

Sixty-three years ago things were a tad different...  Jimmy Soul, in his song "If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life" - replied with "Never make a pretty woman your wife, so for my point of view, get an ugly girl to marry you."   Wowzer, best left alone, to not comment.

I loved my boss when I was a kid.  He literally had a tough time reading or writing, entering our hours, adding them up -no reading into how he got there, who's fault, if anyone, was his incomplete education - but he was such a great teacher of "the right way to do thing/s."  Occasionally too, he would offer up a humorous idea on life......"Get you one (a partner) you don't haveta shake the sheets to find."  Again, we're talking the 60's...  around the time Buffalo Springfield told us "For What It's Worth."

The above two paragraph are both 'partner centered.'  I loved me some Logic class in college.  I think I even broke trend (C+ student) and got a B+ in the class.  Dr David was the prof, a gifted linguist, nice nice dude, and........ happy.  After going over something we kinda ascertained would be on the next test, or, was deemed "important in life, remember this" he'd turn, swivel his head left to right and offer "Dig?"

Logic, from the two previous paragraphs would suggest........ Partner = Happiness, or requisite of.

I ain't calling BS, but....... I ain't buying it.   VICTOR!  That reminds me of the jealous feller who didn't go for higher education berating someone who did.  Of, the assumption, someone with money automatically equates to snootiness, arrogance.

Forrest's mom would say "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get." Or mebbe want.

We all (that's not a good start to a sentence if one is being logical, but)... we all are different in our likes.  Who, what, where, when, we like.

Sure, a lot of people equate happiness to absolutely having a relationship.  I get it, er, Dig.  Maybe, maybe not there is jealousy involved when saying "I don't believe it's an absolute necessity."  Some choose alone.  Others, find themselves alone, desire not to be, yet, continue on the path of life, smiling, being nice, kind, ENJOYING.

People... people who need people.  Some ain't.  Some could live an entire life with earbuds in.  Then there's tweeners........ I like golf and maybe three people.

Happy is as happy does.

So Victor...... if you're so smart, and, if I were sitting in a logic class (blog) you taught, I would then gather "to have a good life you must be happy."??????

I kinda think so.  Things, any - things, having or not having, shouldn't stay in the way of happiness, the ability to attain it.

Like mosta the time, I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say... or why... but, I personally enjoy times of happiness.  Fer sure, it ain't possible 24/7, every single day, hour, second, phase, month, year, situation, flat tire, fork in the road ("Take it" says Yogi Berra).. 

If you'ns are like Forrest and Jenny "Me and Jenny was like peas and carrots"... or, ya feel like running (took Forrest 3 years, two months, 14 days and 16 hours before he figured it out.. or.. . "I'm pretty tired.. .I think I'll go home now."

"Always be able to look back and say, at least I didn't lead no humdrum life."  Forrest Gump.

Unless, of course, humdrum suits you.  Mebbe makes you happy.  Some are happy being the drink, not necessarily being the straw that stirs the drink.

It takes all kinds.  It takes a village.  Or not.  Homesteaders wanna be home instead.  Screw traffic, people, taxes, bills, hustle, bustle, do this don't do that can't you read the sign.

Give me your head with hair.  Logic say "Hair = Happy."  Eh, I dunno, Bezos, Bruce Willis, The Rock, Patrick Stewart, yada, may think otherwise.

"I don't know if we have a destiny, or, we're all just floating around accidental - like on a breeze.. but I think maybe, it's both.............. some people don't think miracles happen, well, they do...   Momma always said you've got to put the past behind you before you can move on....   You have to do the best with what God gave you......    What's normal anyways?....    What's my destiny momma?  You're gonna have to figure that one out for yourself. "  Forrest, and his momma.

That's all I have to say about that.

Don't worry.........  Be happy.

Dig?

Love, Victurd

TOURNEY TUESDAY!

 BRING: $30 CASH (Total to pay is $55.. $25 of which is payable to the course, cash or charge, then the $30 CASH goes toward prize fund and to Liberty Shop With A Cop

ALSO BRING: WATER!  Gonna be hot, course gives you one complimentary bottle, there is no water out on the course, additional bottles may be purchased for $1 per.  No outside alcohol permitted!

SHOTGUN START 9AM, plz arrive by 8:30am

2023 Champs:  Wepler and Wepler    2024 Champs:  Svetlecic/Kincade    2025 ????????

Will a ladies team finish in the money this year?     Stegall/Gibbs took 2nd both years, BUT, was two different Stegall/Gibb's..  who will win Family Feud this year, and, would Snuggy have anything to say about that?

Vic not playing, Tom Grimm has picked up Cary Wepler and paying him big time NIL money. In the mix?   If Rick doesn't "Moody" too many shots, can he and T Bird win bucks?  Any newcomers to be in the money?  Woolridge, Waters, Lowe, Kincaid, Pollard, Hall, Gourley, Grampp, Hensley... Bowles and Bowles - and, do the two latter know as much about golf as they do medicine?  (What's a Zizzer anyways?)

The Lund grudge match (Gary and Ron Drew... Greg and Mike Philpot)  Odds?  Anyone in the running in the BT/Jacques, Billy B/Smitty foursome?  Does Ford (Lee/Doug, Jerry/Bo <-- replacement from GM) have a better idea?  Did your name, team not get mentioned?  We're in Missouri, Show Me!

Ever have a vanilla phosphate at Beggs?  What drug store sold both TV tubes AND cinnamon oil?  How many drawers were there on the East Wall at Boggess Hardware?  You, you old fart, could you still make it up the steps to a JC Dance?  In 1961 how much was a Mugs Up root beer?

What city in Missouri was the very first Men's Collegiate Basketball game in?  What famous TV Game Show Host took ground school at WJC during WWII to learn to be a Navy Pilot?   Were you aware Carrie Nation lived within a literal stone's throw of where the Corner Bar is now?

Watermelon added to lunch this year (Hot Dog, Chips, Beans, Cookies)... Prizes, compliments of the Corner Bar (12 combined) closest to the pins and longest putts.  Trivia contest for each team to compete, winning team gets two complimentary 18 hole green/cart rounds (ie, one apiece) from Marimack.

FOURSOMES ARE NOT FINALIZED YET.  SEEYA TUESDAY!

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Tim Haas/Stephen Hayward

Rich Gibbs/Vic Schultze

Jeff Gourley/Eric Grampp

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Bo McCauley/Jerry Hibbs

Denice Morrison/Al Stilfield

Larry Hall/Rick Wooldridge

Sandye Boyes/Shari Waters

Janet Maddox/Carol Lalumondier

Fieldon Houston/Tim Schoeller

Rick Lowe/Kevin Kincaid

Tommie Grimm/Cary Wepler

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Jim Cooper/Craig Davis

Barry Bowles/Dick Bowles 

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Mark Chambers/Chase Chambers

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Rich Gibbs/Ken Stegall

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Bo McCauley/Jerry Hibbs

Denice Morrison/Al Stilfield

Larry Hall/Rick Wooldridge

Sandye Boyes/Shari White

Janet Maddox/Carol Lalumondier

Fieldon Houston/Tim Schoeller

Rick Lowe/Kevin Kincaid

Tommie Grimm/Cary Wepler

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Jim Cooper/Craig Davis

Barry Bowles/Dick Bowles 

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Mark Chambers/Chase Chambers

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Jeff Gourley/Eric Grampp

Tim Haas/Stephen Hayward

Marty Hensley/partner

 

Greg....... any twosome on this list you'd like to team up with?

 

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Tim Haas/partner

Marty Hensley/partner

Jeff Gourley/partner

Test teams.....

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Rich Gibbs/Ken Stegall

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Bo McCauley/Jerry Hibbs

Denice Morrison/Al Stilfield

Larry Hall/Rick Wooldridge

Sandye Boyes/Shari White

Janet Maddox/Carol Lalumondier

Fieldon Houston/Tim Schoeller

Rick Lowe/Kevin Kincaid

Tommie Grimm/Cary Wepler

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Jim Cooper/Craig Davis

Barry Bowles/Dick Bowles 

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Mark Chambers/Chase Chambers

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Jeff Gourley/Eric Grampp

Tim Haas/Stephen Hayward

Marty Hensley/partner

I'm pickin' up good vibrations

She's giving me the excitations (oom-bop-bop)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (good vibrations, oom-bop-bop)
She's giving me the excitations (excitations, oom-bop-bop)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (oom-bop-bop)
She's giving me the excitations (excitations, oom-bop-bop)
I'm pickin' up good vibrations (oom-bop-bop)
She's giving me the excitations (excitations)

Victor?  You in a relationship?  

YES, with life.

She's giving me the excitations (oom-bop-bop).......  SHE, is life.  Excitations is, happy. Smile.  Happy tears.  Observations of events, happenings, people mingling where delight seems to be a common theme.

(oom-bop-bop)

Side note:  This band....... three brothers, a cousin, and a buddy....... Wiki done tell me "Distinguished by their vocal harmonies, adolescent-oriented lyrics, and musical ingenuity, they are one of the most influential acts of the rock era."  This delights me.  Good vibrations.

A garage band.  That could be me and you eh?  Don't be an idiot, I couldn't carry a tune..  I could maybe write adolescent-oriented lyrics... yeah, the end of this song is.........

Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na (bop, bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do (bop, bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)
Do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do (bop, bop-bop-bop-bop, bop)

If life were a poker game, color me ALL IN on stupid lyrics....Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga... VICTOR, that's a different song.  Nope, can't do.

Watch, bite - me.  I AM NOT A GREAT FAN OF (TOO MANY) RULES.  I usedta know a place that was actually fun to work at, then, started 4-5 LONG texts to all employees a day, reminding "Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign."

I'm ME, I like LIGHT (not stressy). I guess you could say I'm different.  (Boy you can say that again Victor)

Ok.  I'm ME, I like LIGHT (not stressy). I guess you could say I'm different.  Thanks.

Ya mean like "Tutti frutti, oh rootie.. A wop bop a loo bop a lop bam boom."  Uh huh, that's some good vibrations there.

I know most prefer conformity.  Hup two three four, march together please. Speak only when spoken to. Raise your hand if you have to use the restroom.  Any Horshack outbursts "OOH! OOH! OOH! MR. KOTT'I'ER!" will have you taken to the office, put in time out (padded room) for a week, given (forced) Ritalin... Oh, and teachers are advised not to smile until Christmas.

Tutti frutti, patooey.

Fun, as in have a bit.  The Crystals had fun waaaaaaaaaaay back in 1961 when they sang "I met him on a Monday and my heart stood still, Da doo ron-ron-ron, Da doo ron-ron, Somebody told me that his name was Bill, Da doo ron-ron-ron, Da doo ron-ron"

YES, I know we need rules.  Fences, so to speak.  (Ever seen a little doggie go go go when someone left the gate open?)  VICTOR!  OK, sorry.  "C'mere buddy, we'll go to the dogpark later... you can run, sniff, jump, chase tenny balls, frisbees - to your heart's content." I'm pickin' up good vibrations.

I know, I know there are some, ok, maybe quite a few - that think people like me, over-the-top-hey-lets-have-fun, are...... disgusting.  Sorry. I am 72. I'm damn lucky to have hair on my head. I'm gonna let it down, as one day, it will be "To everything, urn, urn, urn" there is a season, "urn, urn, urn" (a damn long one too).

I'll go now.  Grandkids for an ice cream cone?  Doggie with his head out the winder' a goin' 45mph?  Wayside Waifs having a $25 pet adoption sale all weekend? Can't you just seem them tails!  I'm pickin' up good vibrations.

Victor?  A point?  A purpose?  Meaning to all this?

Ahm, there gotta be one, that the rule?  I think, vely true, all work (rules) and no play make Jack a very grumpy old fart.  And OK, OK, all fun, and no work (rules) might be a tad bit over the top. I'll calm down.

Some.

My lymph system don't circulate my lymph fluid.  THE HELL VICTOR?  TEA? PRICE? CHINA?  I dunno, did he ever settle on a tariff amount for them?

What I meant was........ I've got this NIFTY new machine..... Ya plug it in, stand on it, or, sit in chair, put your feet on it.  And, it vibrates like crazy.

I'm pickin' up good vibrations.

Hope you do too...........

Love, Victurd

Golf Tourney One Week from Today! (Tuesday, July 22nd, 9am Shotgun)

Morning! 3rd Annual Liberty Townie Invitational!

Below is a list of players... (not necessarily foursome groupings)..  We've had one drop out due to physical health, thus, we're presentlly at 47 (which, is an awesome number.. we had 36 the first year, 42 last year.. and I don't think we're done grabbing folks for this year)...

REMINDER.......  Total cost $55. 

As you walk in, the counter is to the right... PAY YOUR $25 GREEN/CART fee here, can be cash OR card...

To the left, will be a table where personnel will collect $30, and IT'S GOTTA BE CASH. Twenty of it goes for prizes...  Ten of it goes for Liberty's Shop With A Cop program, for underprivileged youth, help with Christmas presents.. (We will raise this amount to Twenty next year, the Good Lord Willing)

So............ REMEMBER TO BRING $30 IN CASH.

I very much look forward to it.......... Thanks, Vic Schultze

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Rich Gibbs/Ken Stegall

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Bo McCauley/Jerry Hibbs

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Tommie Grimm/Cary Wepler

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

Mark Chambers/Chase Chambers

Fieldon Houston/Tim Schoeller

Jim Cooper/Craig Davis

Denice Morrison/Al Stilfield

Janet Maddox/Carol Lalumondier

Barry Bowles/Dick Bowles 

Larry Hall/Rick Wooldridge

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Sandye Boyes/Shari White

Rick Lowe/Kevin Kincaid

Tim Haas/partner

Marty Hensley/partner

Jeff Gourley/partner

Follow the yellow brick road.......

Follow the yellow brick road
Follow the yellow brick road
Follow, follow, follow, follow
Follow the yellow brick road

Sometimes, roads, even yellow brick ones, have ruts in 'em.  Oft times, we get stuck in a rut.  Actions, in life, that follow.....  we try to shift gears, first D, then R, then D again, then R...... we 'race' our engines, the rut gets deeper, our faces get redder........ it sucks.  It really sucks.

Follow the yellow brick, follow the yellow brick
Follow the yellow brick road

Whilst we're in that rut, we perhaps take on the wants, needs, of Dorothy, and those walking along side her.  We may think, I usedta have a brain, what's wrong with me?  I've always had heart - I just ain't feeling it right now.  I wish I had the damn courage and want to, to change... and, speakin' of change, I could go for a new pair of shoes. 

You're off to see the Wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz
You'll find he is a whiz of a wiz if ever a wiz there was
If ever, oh ever a wiz there was, the Wizard of Oz is one because
Because, because, because, because, because
Because of the wonderful things he does

Ruts are real.  Victor, YOU are no psychiatrist, psychologist, this is where, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, you remind - see a professional if your depression is debilitating, your symptoms become persistent, interfere with your daily life, or, you have thoughts of self harm or suicide.  (Yes, blogs, even mine, can be serious. Life is serious.)

You're off to see the Wizard
The wonderful Wizard of Oz!

Life and ruts.  Stealing a bunch from a very nice article from verywellmind.com, we learn many of us get stuck in ruts.  We go thru the motions, tread water, be it work related, in y\our relationships, or, perhaps our social lives.  Ruts suck (that's my take, and perhaps verywell's too, without using that term.)

The hell is one to do?  Every day feels the same.... unmotivated... just trying to get through the day... ya/we want but fear discomfort.

Enter, shifting from D to R to D to R, spinning tires.  Rinse, repeat - here.

Very well then verywell, suggestions?

Thought you'd never ask....

Take care of yourself.......  take an assessment...  eating well?  Sleeping well?  Spending time with those you care about the most (and they in turn, care strongly about you)?

Change your RoUTine.  Find, talk to new people.  I hate braggers (HA) but, I think I just mentioned that one in a recent blog.  We can expand our friend list, and, learn new and interesting goodies.

Have some fun.  Set aside time for it, plan it, follow thru. Could be simply hanging with buddies - or, an activity you love and is good for your health.

Try something new.   Victor?  You mean like mebbe the red brick road?  Uh huh, take it to work some day. Checkout a new TV show or movie.. Sign up for a class, add some zest, spice it up.

Be spontaneous.   Live in the moment.  Say "yes" to new experiences, and don't be afraid to do the unexpected.

Head outdoors.  I soooooooooooooooooooooooo love this one.  Mebbe it's just me, outdoors makes me happy, giddy.  The colors, the animals, sunsets, sunrises, WATER, outdoors is yummy. Sure there are times when it ain't so yummy (too hot, cold, rainy, icy, yada).. still, seek NATURE.  The outdoors is a FREE, ever changing Art Gallery.

Designate something to look forward to.  The release of a new movie, an upcoming Holiday.. Text friends, plan a Friday night outing.  Take a vacay.  Or, a staycay (but plan fun within).. 

Small steps........ Reward yourself.......  Squash perfectionism..  

And by all means, gets ya a new damn pair of shoes.  Avoid creepy old men behind curtains.  Have a heart, use your brain, conjure up some courage. 

Victor, this was a really dumb blog idea.  Eh, I dunno.  If it helps one person, I consider it worthwhile.

Happy day,

Love, Victurd

Today is.........

A blessing......

Here Comes The Sun...... Another opportunity....

To see the same ole same ole things, people, places we so dearly love......

On toppa that.....  new stuff.  Yes, old dog, new stuff.

Delight in today.  Tomorrow ain't promised.  Interactions with those ya commonly interact with... allow your face to smile in remembrance of the long line of moments in the past.  Find joy that ya had 'em, and... long, look forward to many, many more.  If we're lucky that is.

The ones ya ain't never met.......  They tick.  Have, still do.  Find out why and what makes 'em tick.  Nice smile?  Learn about 'em.  See if you can cipher from their past how those smiles arrived there.  What is it, just what is it, that allows this person to broadcast that smile - when, ya know they've been thru much of the same poop you have.  IE, times of no money.  Loss of a loved one.  Physical pain, hurt, agony, affliction.  

S'more on them new ones in your life.....

They been divorced?  Did they grow up in the Father Knows Best intact family consisting of mom, dad, you, siblings?  Or, did Dad strike out, depart, thus, their mom worked two jobs to make ends meet - mebbe they shared a bedroom growing up with two other sibs...  Maybe mom divorced, remarried, the kids stayed with dad..  TBC

Mebbe their grands raised 'em?  Or, an Aunt & Uncle, or, a combo of the above....  What were their neighborhoods like... Did they generate their own dough, or, worked for an allowance, were (with well intent) given much, and they still turned out ok?

What kinda interests do they have?  Athletic?  Into music?  Introvert?  Extrovert?  All people are interesting - does it take more (or less) to eek out exactly what makes em tick?  Is their pace tick-tick-tick-tick........ or, more laid back...  yep....... yep.......yep...... let's think, talk about it.

Every day is for learning so Let It Be one, right Paul?  Mother Mary?

Shake it up baby..... drive a different way.  Slap on that Hawaiian shirt that always draws fun comments, looks.  

Go thru your contact list on your phone.  (JoJo, Eleanor, Rocky, Michelle, Lucy, Dr. Robert, Billy Shears, Prudence, Madonna, yada) "Well, ain't talked to that one in awhile...."  Ring, ring.  Text, text.

Come together........ that fairly frequently invite you always turn down. Go, do.  Smiles, memories of yesterday will be conjured up, a promise.

Help?  Ask for it.  Ya worry about doing that?  Put that shoe on the other foot.  If someone, a good buddy, asked you...... I'm quite certain you'd go, consent, help "In a heartbeat."

All you need is love.  That's a pretty good ingredient for every recipe ain't it?

Get back.........  occasionally, 'go home', even if only with your eyes closed.  Where do you remember hopping from, climbing up, jumping over, and with who - as a kid.  

Close your eyes (but don't worry, I won't kiss you) and try to recall teachers... coaches... scoutmasters, Sunday School teachers...  things they said, lessons they tought - that still accompany you, your 'file cabinet' up there.

Blackbird..........  and rabbits, squirrrels, horses, donkeys, goats, cows, raccoons.  Get with the grands, make a list.  Take a trip down The Long and Winding Road, see how many they can see, cross off.  Not a bad Day Tripper idea if I do say so myself.

Something....... in every day makes it special.   Here, There, Everywhere.

Quarrel?  Quandary?  OMG I can't believe he, she, said that.  Just Walk Away Rene.   Victor, that ain't the Beatles. I know, but it works.  We Can Work It Out. Life. Is. Too. Short.

Let's go.   I feel fine.  Baby?  You can drive my car.  Here's $20 for gas, I ain't sittin' at home like a real Nowhere Man.

Martha My Dear, we're way done past that "When I'm 64" crap.  Git 'em up, move em out.  All ya gotta do (to have fun) is Act Naturally.

Tune in tomorrow... or hell, could be a week or two..  I'm slowin' down, can't do Eight Days A Week anymore........  We may take a gander at Sir Mick and good ole Keith Richards and crew.

We, those of us blessed to be old, might have ta remind them youngins, "I hate when old people tell me what to do, BUT, You Can't Always Get What You Want."

But, if you try sometime you'll find you get what you need.

By Henry The Horse Gibson Guitar

Love, Victurd

Wouldn't it be nice....

Wouldn't it be nice if we were older?  Ahm, have you seen folks older'n us? Mebbe not real perty, not all, most.....
Then we wouldn't have to wait so long      For?
And wouldn't it be nice to live together      Well, didn't plan well, my SS check is kinda piddly, could help.
In the kind of world where we belong?      You talkin' CNN or Fox?

You know it's gonna make it that much better      My hip would still hurt, I'd still have an itchy itchy rash... you'd prolly steal my Cinnamon Toast Crunch.
When we can say goodnight and stay together   I guess.  My history ain't real great though.

Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up
In the morning when the day is new?    It's thataway already!  What day is it? Do I still work?  Uh oh, who'd I butt dial now?
And after having spent the day together   Exhausted, and, you hogged the remote.
Hold each other close the whole night through    No way. I snore like crazy, and.. I have a deathly fear of knocking the glass offa the end table that holds your choppers at night.  I wear a path to pee at night, you'd never get enough sleep. Night Angel Puff Puff, I'll be in the spare bedroom.

Happy times together we've been spending   What was your name again?
I wish that every kiss was never ending           Well, I guess that was perty nice.  You didn't even mention my cig breath.
Oh, wouldn't it be nice?   Mebbe baby

Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray
It might come true          Is this song Wishin' & Hopin? Joel Olsteen, California Dreamin', or, Wouldn't It Be Nice? 
Baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do    I guess maybe we could get a volume discount on Tennis balls for our walkers... and, and... take advantage of BOGO at the Dollar General on Fixadent.
Oh, we could be married (oh, we could be married)    MARRIAGE?   I'm getting the HEEEEEEEEBIIIEEEEE JEEEEEEEBIESSSSSS!
And then we'd be happy (and then we'd be happy)
Oh, wouldn't it be nice?    Press 2 for Spanish....

You know it seems the more we talk about it     I ain't talking about it, you ARE!
It only makes it worse to live without it                Without what?
But let's talk about it                                                
Oh, wouldn't it be nice?                                            Let me think on it, baby baby, let me think on it.

Goodnight, my baby
Sleep tight, my baby
Goodnight, my baby
Sleep tight, my baby                                              What was your name again?

By Henry and Opal Gibson

Love, Victurd

Stay tuned for Part II tomorrow.  Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely (But in Spanish)

I'd like a cheeseburger, fries, Pepsi... oh, and a Kaleidoscope please....

Depends.....

You.  You there with that smirk on your face... playing the age discrimination card on me, accompanied by a laugh when you coupled Depends with, me, my oldness.  For shame for shame.  JK.  I delight in any/all humor as well.

I ain'ts no's Doctor cause I ain't gots no patience (Shakespeare or Popeye, I forget)... and, I ain't no preacher, so put that puppy to bed as well.

It's all, to me, to folks I see BEING happy - Depends on how you look at things, they see happy.

Kaleidoscopes make me happy.  So do things like - seeing my new neighbor pull in - the gal was driving, her boyfriend hops out too... soon, I see her leading the way up the steps to their apartment - followed right behind by her bf, who, had scooped up their five year old little girl who'd fallen asleep in the car ride.  Happy.  Red and yellow and pink and green, purple and orange and blue - I (can't) sing a rainbow - but I can type it... as well as look out into the world - for happiness.

(Enter the name of onea my all-time favorite waitresses here) "you are ALWAYS happy.  Are you on drugs?"   "It's not that bad, Vic."   I hate (LOVE) when young punks get it. WAY before they reach the age where they need all them dayum grab bars to get up, handrails to guide them along the way - she/they, done figured it out...

Red and yellow and pink and green, purple and orange and blue.. I can sing a rainbow.... Sing a rainbow... sing a rainbow too... listen with your ears, listen with your eyes, and SING everything you see!

Two, across the way, coming together, a long, heartfelt hug.  No idear who they are, no idea whatintheheck has, had gone on in their lives - but, a for certain - appreciation, love, "I'm damn glad to seeya, I loveya, I can sing a rainbow too."

Stretches.  Yeah, we awaken in the morning.. .the body unfurls.. us old farts grump, groan - but, deep down we know we are SO very thankful - we even getta do those stretches, issue those grumps and groans - for yet another day.

Ya might go to the K.  That's "Baseball Ray" for all you non-Kansas Citians... STRETCHES.  We done been on long stretches where we might not score more than two runs for a halfa week.. would we loveta win every dadgum game?  SURE... but...  we look across and we catch a little kid... big ole eyes... peering out like he IS looking at a Kaleidoscope...

The kid is on his feet, a hollerin' like crazy for Ketchup (or Mustard, or Relish) in the Hot Dog race...  he aint quite as concerned whatever team in the opponent dugout leads 7-1, HE'S choosing fun,.  He laughs right along with the rest of us when the Kiss Cam happens, the little ole lady is all excited to be in the Big Screen - but, she has to bump ole Harold pretty hard to get him to slide over and give her a smootch.  Happy.  Kaleidoscope.  Red and yellow and pink and green.

Red and yellow and pink and green. Nowadays, that might be the gal at the cash register's hair colors.  Yeah, sure, I admit I was a snooty-pa-tooty when that fad first happened, NOW, I love it. I'm like, why not?  Happy is happy.  Red and yellow and pink and green, try it, you'll like it, you can do it too. (The 'nuh uh, REALLY? geeezer in me still has me working on getting to know, like, the treble hook thru the nose fad.. I just can't help but think about a boy, girl, matching treble hooks, low road.. makin' out.. and, stuck happens.  Victor, quit body shaming and hand over the vice grips.  Hehe.

KIDS.  Kids know happy.  Parents. Parents watching kids know happy.  Grandparents. Grandparents watching their kids watch their grandkids know happy.  Yum, yum and s'more yum.

Teachers - creating, assisting, watching, growth, accomplishment.  HAPPY.  Coaches.  Ten times after (patiently) working on a bad habit, technique, yada - watching the eleventh time and the player has done it perfectly - well hell yeah, nice job kid. (And an internal pat on the back to their self.)

Gatherings.  Gatherings bring happy.  Church, scouts, ballgame, movie, a play, family reunion, class reunion, neighbors around a fire pit.  Smiles.  Happy.  Rainbow. Kaleidoscopes.

Gump happens. Sure.  Go watch the movie, see Forrest run.  You'll giggle.  Not all chocolates in life are yummy, tasty (do like my cousin, turn 'em over, stick your thumb in it, see if it's the kind ya like - if so, down it, if not, flip it back over and they'll never know)

Bumps in the road (throw your arms up like you's on a rollercoaster)... Potholes... ya get a free cuss without having to put a quarter in the cuss jar.  S happens. (You can now get a Sam's card for $20... buy'ya one'a them 112 pack thingys of TP and when S happens, ya don't worry near as much.)  Red and yellow and pink and green - life's a gas.

Mean.  Terse.  They, it, lives among us.  Whenever I feel afraid, I hold my head erect and whistle a happy tune so no one will suspect, I'm afraid.   No, wait, that ain't it. Mean, terse people are out there. Dunno why, don't unnerstand, but, they are.  Pretend likeya got noise canceling headphones, uh huh.  Works.  Or, look at 'em, pretend they're nekked, and laugh. Red and yellow and pink and green, freckles and acne and moles.  I can sing a rainbow.

Yes, I'm aware there are occasions, times, one needs to be serious.  I go overboard the other way too much mebbe - but I still like me.  And when you can't be, with the one you love, love the one you're with (yourself).. .doo do doo do, doo do, da doo. Right Mr. Stills?

I gotta go.

Just looked in the mirror.  The grey in my beard is bugging me.  I know it shouldn't. Oh well.  I'm thinking about..... mebbe...     Red?  Yellow?  Pink?  Green?  Or hell, might shave it off all together, get me one'a them treble hooks, see if I can get stuck to an old gal my age thataway.

I can see clearly now the rain has gone.  I can see all obstacles in my way.  Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.  It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) sunshiny day.

By Henry Gibson

Love, Victurd

You moron... it's oxy.......

I'm positive, I think.  That, is the title of the book I will never write.  Realist.  It's kinda like, I wanted to be a major league baseball player.  That is, until.  Until, mebbe the 11 and 12 year old league - some crafty pitcher threw me a curveball.  This is like wayyyyy before I learnt me some good cusswords from friends, relatives, movies, yada.  But....... I said "The HELL was that?"  THAT, is when I knew I'd never be a major leaguer.

The pitcher was awfully good.  I was of the age some know-it-all neighborhood snotnose spoiled Christmas for us all. ("Ha, HE still believes in Santa!")  Funny, ha ha, so did I.  I was 'tween the age of my Schwinn Tiger being too small for me, and, using my one curse word, howinthehell would I even shift ten gears?  Deafening silence, so to oxy, moron.

We loved us some mulberries back in the day on Miller Street.  Lived on Miller hunnerd years, then, bought the house from folks when they moved, lived a few more years. It's always been Miller STREET to me.  It's only a block and a half long street.  The other day I drove past... on the half block, noticed the sign Miller AVENUE.  Using a word I heard, mebbe age 14, I call bullshit.  It's STREET you idiot!

Victor, get back to your damn mulberry story.  Oh yeah, thanks.  We, the neighbor snotnoses, would be up there downing mulberries like there was no tomorrow - until our bellies hurt good, so to oxy.  Ricky's mom would always open the back door and holler "Ricky?  Climb down, we gotta go!"  I'm a moron oxy, that confused me.  'Climb↑down ↓.  I had a silent scream as Ricky motivated on down.

Got a little older and that song came out........ "DO THIS, DON'T DO THAT, CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN?"  You forget, you moron oxy you, I am onea them never made the honor roll (had a literal blast in school though)... was C+ or M+, depending on how your district judged us chid'ren.  I'M STILL HAVING A HARD ENOUGH TIME UNDERSTANDING THE LANGUAGE, LET ALONE THE WRITTEN SIGNS!

Crash landing. WHAT?  Wise fool.  HUH?  Original copy. AHM, how can I count wit my fingers on that one?

Life, I find, is controlled chaos.  "That's another fine mess you've gotten me into", right Oliver?  Fine mess?  Hey, that's my living room floor!   Things I drop can sit for days 'cause it seems like they're two elevator floors away!  Ahm, Victor, that's what I would call an accurate estimate.  Aye yai yai, I give up.

To the small crowd that stops by here, thank you. (Small crowd slid right pastya didn't it? God awful.

This may be old news (huh?) but I use plastic silverware (?) and paper towels {?} due to cost, and, laziness.  I have given up on women, they clearly misunderstand me. {?} Why even start a relationship 'cause at some point, civil war (?) is gonna break out.  Good grief (?) Charlie Brown.

Well, my shoulder is kinda aching.  I'm either gonna put some Icy Hot (?) on it, or, I could grab that loosely sealed (?) bag of peas from the freezer, even though they've got freezer burn (?) and put on it.  Whereinthehell (learnt that one 'round age 16) did I put the peas?  They're behind the jumbo shrimp (?) Victor you moron, oxy.

Needta clean house, but, that'd be a minor miracle (?). That, or, a definite maybe. (?)

Victor?  Yeah?  STOP WITH THE (?) WOULDYA?

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Cruel kindness, sorry, kinda. A dull roar went over the crowd. Small crowd Victor?  Nah, just a crowd.  I used an exact estimate of it.  Kinda like those census takers, they always come up with those found missing.  Their errors are growing smaller year by year.

I'm off to see the Wizard. No, that ain't it.  I'm off to pee.  It's an old man thing, the only choice I have at present.  I'll avoid the mirror - pretty ugly.  Brings me a sad smile.  Victor, it's just too bad your blogs aren't seriously funny.  Bite me.

I'm deceptively honest in that I ain't got no catchy ending. I'd attempt humor but, it'd drop like a lead balloon.  Victor, 5 of your 7 readers left twenty paragraphs ago, intense apathy I think it was.

Yeah, I need a day off.  I'm tired of blogging, it's like a working vacation.  I need a guest host.

Or, a 65 year old blonde named Calgon, rich, divorced, hard of hearing, doesn't speaky English.  Calgon, emmene-moi.  That's Calgon take me away, in French.

Even odds that'll happen.

I'm positive, I think.  Sorry, kinda.

By Hank Henry Gibby Gibson

Love, Victurd

We'd love to have you......(If you are already signed up, no reply needed)........

3rd Annual Liberty Townie Invitational Two Person Golf Scramble.

Tuesday, July 22nd, 9am Shotgun Start.........   The Club at MariMack, par 3 course, Kearney, MO.

Cost:    $55 total per player....... ($25 green/cart fee, payable card or cash, $30 cash only, includes twenty for prize fun, ten for Liberty's Shop With A Cop program.) Lunch provided.

We have 30 total golf carts, and 22 are already spoken for, ie, we have 44 golfers, SO HUBBA HUBBA, GRAB A PARTNER, TEXT VIC (816-394-1662) let's fill this sucker up, have some fun, WHILE. WE. STILL. CAN!

Signed up thus far (These folks don't need to do anything further):

David Gibbs/Justin Gibbs

Rich Gibbs/Ken Stegall

Ryan Stegall/Jake Gibbs

Lee Schneiderven/Doug Jones

Robert Wildman/Jerry Hibbs

Bill Barnes/Steve Schmidt

Brian Thomas/Ted Jacques

Tommie Grimm/Vic Schultze

Gary Lund/Ron Drew

Cary Wepler/Tom Albright

Mark Chambers/Chase Chambers

Fieldon Houston/Tim Schoeller

Jim Cooper/Craig Davis

Denice Morrison/Al Stilfield

Janet Maddox/Carol Lalumondier

Barry Bowles/Dick Bowles 

Larry Hall/Rick Wooldridge

Roger Svetlecic/Russ Kincade

Charlie Griffin/'Mo' Myer

Greg Lund/Mike Philpot

Rick Moody/Tom Riggs

Mark Pollard/Jesse Hall

Sandye Boyes/Shari White

Rick Lowe/Kevin Kincaid

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Brian Anderson, Greg Arnold, Gerald Bernard, Sandye Boyes, Jeff Brown, Ben Cassady, Joe Evans,  Candy Hampy, Marty Hensley,, Greg Lalumondiere, David Lawson, Mike Morefield, Grundy Newton, Mark Rutliff,  David Schwabauer, Tom Shifflett, Steve Smithmeir, David Soltys, Pat Thomas, Deek Vanatta...

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Thunder, thunder - thunderation....

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay

My, oh my, what a wonderful day

Plenty of sunshine headin' my way

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay.

Well, not really.  4am. Hearda loud popping noise outside, said to self, "Self, it's 4am July 6, are those little bastas still at it?"  Kids, guilty until proven innocent ain't they?

Lights had flickered. Whereinthehell did I put that candle? The $7 really cool LED light I bought at Wally that had 9 settings (flash, flash fast, flash fast red, flash slow white, etc.), I was so excited about it, so..  wanted to show my grandkids, thus, it's in the car.  If only I had a light so I could go find my light.

Annuder flash boom siskai'yay... dark.  Damnit. Then they came back on. Yay! I've been lucky.  I haven't been able to bitch and moan like so many on the Facebook page "Liberty Area - Together We're Strong", darn, thought I had a chance.

Ruh roh Roku. No Direct TV. Long story. Had Spectrum, stopped em.  Restarted, sales rep promised me all the channels I wanted, specifically sports channels to watch the Royals, MU, etc...AND a free new phone AND service for that phone, and a partridge in a pear tree= $115 a month.

Sign me up Maynard. Did.  Bill came, $20 higher than promised. Called. Xplained Lucy "listen to the sales dudes conversation wit' me. "I'll have my boss check it out."

Four or five more conversations, begging, (OK, screaming REPRESENTATIVE at the recording, hey, made ME feel better.) "Please listen to the recording of that lady promising me her boss would listen to the original sales rep recording".   Can you verify your address please? Holy guacamole. I knew the dude who promised free phone, free service was smokin' Crack, but, whatever.

They promised wrong, nudder dude, light bulb, "Keep our Wi fi, there's a Direct TV streaming package that's at the rate you wanted." Ahm, OK. Felt a little weird using my JC Penny's card at Macy's, but, whatever.

 

Four Direct convo's w/Direct. All set. $85 a month for streaming, and yes, FanDuel included to watch your Royals.. (Spectrum wi fi then went from forty to fitty, billed at 55. Huh? Yeah, take the streaming box to UPS, then you ain't gonna be charged the 5.

Beer, cigs, thick pork chop cooked all by myself in my new air fryer, time for the Royals!

Road racing instead. Huh?  Ring, ring, Direct TV. "Well, that's the FanDuel included in your package, the one with the Royals is $125 a month."  I started to request they go back and listen to two conversations, diddies, I had with Jack and Diane, two Direct employees doing the best they can.  Didn't. "Best I can do is knock $25 a month off for three months."  As king of procrastination, "let's do it."

Back to Sunday am, 5:18am to be precise, thunder thunder thunderation - no wi fi.

Enter cussword here.

TV suggest "Restart?" Yes, good idea.  Hey, there's my email, but the password is blank. Crap. Do I use my Spectrum password or my Direct password,  and, more importantly,  whathehell are they?

I gotta go to work. No time for Sargents (Schultze). Later, I'll do it later.

I miss the days where ya pushed the TV out from the wall. Gotta a mirror in front leaned up agin' a chair, you pulled three bulbs out, took em to Breipohl Drugs (I know, but that's where they tested, sold them), problem fixed insidea 30 minutes....  ballplayers weren't multi million dollar dudes thanks to TV revenue, they too had part time jobs in the off season. Channels were 4, 5 & 9 were enough.. and whatever it was that froze on your TV screen at midnight ingrained "go to bed ya old coot."

BRB, gonna copy all this crap and paste it on the FB page Liberty Together We're Stronger page.

Love, Art Stinkletter 

Geez Louise...

(MUCH of the below taken from a 1994 article in the Washington Post.)

One of my favorite, all time, roles by an actor, actress - was Charles Durning as "The Governor" in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas."  Fun, funny, damn talented.

Life, to me anyways, is all about "Wow, I didn't know that."

Durning was born in 1923 in Highland Falls, NY.  His father was an immigrant from Ireland who joined the Army in order to obtain citizenship - he did so, but, he also lost a leg in World War I and, his life, in 1935 when Durning was 12.  His mother was of Irish descent as well.

Charles was the only survivor of a Unit that landed on Omaha Beach, D Day, June 6, 1944.  During the invasion, Durning, age 17,  suffered serious machine gun wounds to his leg, and shrapnel wounds to his body. Later, he was stabbed eight times by a bayonet-wielding German teenager.  He managed to fight him off with a rock.

A few months after that, he was taken prisoner at the Battle of the Bulge, survived a massacre of other prisoners, then had to return to help identify the bodies. A bullet in the chest finally ended his wartime duty.

Durning endured four years of hospitalizations for his physical and psychological wounds. "I'd like to have a decade of my life back," he said. "I dropped into a void for almost a decade. It's your mind that's hard to heal. There are many horrifying secrets in the depths of our souls that we don't want anyone to know about.

70,000 men went ashore that day in Normandy, 15,000 of them to their death.  On the 50th anniversary of that day - Durning agreed to read a letter on a Discovery documentary that a 22 year old paratrooper had written,.  He choked up as he read, and he'd asked film makers in advance if he could 'face forward' so as not to see the videos of war showing behind him.

"We didn't get an actor, we got a Normandy veteran who happens to be an actor, and that was precisely what the film called for," said Chris Koch.

Durning and Chris Koch talked for several hours beforehand about Durning's experiences. "He said, 'You know, everybody who was there is in some state of denial. There are things I'll take to my grave.'"

In the course of his life, Durning appeared in over 200 movies, TV shows and plays.

 For his valor and the wounds he received during the war, Durning was awarded the Silver Star, Bronze Star, and three Purple Hearts. Additional awards included the Army Good Conduct Medal, the American Campaign Medal and the European-African-Middle Eastern Campaign Medal with Arrowhead device and two bronze service stars, and, the World Ward II Medal. Victory .  His badges included the Combat Infantryman Badge, Expert Badge with Rifle Bar and Honorable Service Pin.  

He is buried in Arlington National Cemetary.

With all of the above, it was impossible for Charles Durning to dance a little sidestep in his mind of the events.  Geez Louise, thank your Charles Durning, we are so lucky to live where we live, and be free like we are, thanks in large part to folks like yourself and so many, many others.

Vic Schultze