Abysmal Use Of Airwaves

Mika Brzezinski, Joe Scarborough and another twit argue over the Paris Hilton story. I actually agree with Brzezinski but why is there even a need for MSNBC? Hold on, there's a point to this blog.

Last night, I became distracted while popping a bag of microwave popcorn and before I knew it, the room was full of smoke burning my lungs with the smoke alarm piercing my already partially deaf ears. I grabbed the bag, put it in the sink and ran water over it and tried to open the window but success was fleeting, for the window had a stop bolted on it and prevented it from opening more than 4 inches. With my lungs choking, the alarm squealing and room visibility hazy, I opened the door for a fresh breath and met a wide eyed woman who thought she was going to have to bail out of the second story. "Is everything alright?" she asked. I coughed and told her it was merely burning popcorn. Rolling her eyes she retreated into her hole in the wall and I went back in the room hoping 10 firetrucks wouldn't appear outside my window.

What's the point of this diatribe? I'm surfing the web looking at useless stuff while everything I own that's washable is in the laundromat downstairs. I've even used up an entire container of Febreeze but I can still smell it. So, that's why you're reading this pointless piece of garbage, that with a large dose of boredom is why I was even watching the MSNBC drivel. I get to blame surfing the web and finding this stuff on my adventures with Orville Redenbacher.

4 th of July, 2007

4th of July, 2007
No, I didn't get to go home on the 4th of July.

I love the 4th as much as anyone but I'm up here in Madison (Huntsville), Alabama and it's been a couple of weeks since I was home to see my family

Oh, by the way, click any of these smaller pictures for the bigger version.

Henry

This is the youngest grandson. He's Jared and Jaime's first. Henry's not talking much but his smile lights me up.. I'll be home in a week and a half for his first birthday party. I might be able to play with him if I can fight through the gaggle of other grandparents, uncles, aunts and assorted relatives. Presently, he's still not too sure of me because I'm not around him too much just yet....but it will come.

Hagan

I talked to one of my other grandson's last night. Hagan has become quite a chatterbox over the past couple of months. He used to keep me at a safe distance too but now, it seems we can talk at length about "ball" and Jill. Jill's his aunt's dog that inhabits 3 or so family homes all on the same street. As you might imagine, he's quite the camera ham and will let you pose him for quite a while before he gets tired and begins to rebel. His dad says he's going to be the aggressive one. We'll see. He's Darren and Donna's second son.

Devin

His big brother, Devin, has been wrapped up with baseball this spring. Who knows what he'll be in to when that's over. That's him smacking that ball last April with his mom behind the cage holding his little brother. Devin tries hard to be humble but I don't know if it's working. He's a whiz at video games too.

Weekend with Roy

.....Acuff, that is. Roy Acuff reigned supreme at the Grand Ole Opry when he was alive and well.

This past weekend, early Saturday, I left Huntsville, Alabama hoping to find an adventure in Nashville, Tennessee.

On weekdays, it must be a pretty robust place with lots of new building construction and sporting new 8 lane super highways. My GPS was leading me toward old downtown and the Ryman Auditorium.

If Nashville is Mecca to country music fans, the Ryman has to be the Holy of Holies.

A converted church that still has stained glass windows,the Ryman was the home of the Grand Ole Opry for years until Gaylord Entertainment began hosting it at Opryland.Years ago, Broadway Street was the heartbeat of country music. It's just a half block from the original Grand Ole Opry and spawned country stars like Roy Acuff, Little Jimmy Dickens, June Carter, Johnny Cash, Hank Williams, Patsy Cline, Ernest Tubb, Minnie Pearl and others.

Many like Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson and Roy Orbison had early success there.

Still today, country music hopefuls make pilgrimages here in hopes for that rainbow, playing for tips during the day and playing in groups at Tootsie's and any number of bars during the night.

This town's brand is definitely music and the Music Row area is lined with music companies small and great.

As you drive the area, recording and production companies are separated only by attorney offices and virtually every light pole has a half dozen posters advertising some singer, musician or banjo player.


During the day, some open up their guitar cases and play for tips until time to tune back up at the lounges.

Nashville nods to others other than traditional hillbilly music icons. There's a Hard Rock Cafe and a Coyote Ugly with young men and women sporting multiple tattoos, body piercings and purple hair walking the sidewalks in front of the Wildhorse Saloon.

While many come here

in search of their dreams

some are not so lucky and found the end of that rainbow a place of discouragement, despair and loneliness.

But as Willie Nelson once sang, "Sad Songs And Waltzes Aren't Selling This Year".

At lunch, I dropped into a Chinese Restaurant. Just before leaving, the waiter plunked down the ticket on the table accompanied by the traditional Chinese Fortune Cookie. Ironically, the message in the cookie pretty much says it all.


(I promise, I really got this cookie and took the picture myself)

Call me a pessimist but I'd guess the lucky numbers wouldn't win me the lottery either.

Darlene and the Turtle

Click here for the video. http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1949224483272421365&hl=en

Well, I could have stayed there forever but........

........you just have to move on. At the end of May, I had another amazing chance to stay on Maui and live my life away from the responsibilities that really provided that vacation. Actually, my job for the trip was to be Darlene's personal photographer. It seems I spent much of the time taking pictures, both with the digital SLR as well as the underwater Canon.