It was my Dad's birthday on
the 17th of November and a
moment for him...
It's hunting season in New York and
my Dad was an avid outdoors man; my
family too. They hunted varieties of
game and fowl. My Uncle an excellent
Trapper and always cared for the
wilderness til the day he died. A great
example to anyone. It was a special and
very exciting time for everyone when
they came home with trophy buck. Then,
the trim would hit the grinder with
sage and pepper, sharpest knives cut
strips of jerky and the comfort from the
harvest settling in and around. With the
temperatures ice cold outside the break
down was bliss. Perfectly cold...
Oh, just like today and tomorrow too.
Perfectly cold...tomorrow, I am driving
my nephew up into the hills to meet a
very best and old friend of mine. He has
some land that he said could be hunted on.
It's so beautiful there on his farm, I
worked for him bailing hay and doing chores.
It will be great to introduce them, they
will hunt this weekend there and maybe
the next one too. There are alot of farmers
up in those hills that I have been friends
with, it will be hard not to visit them all.
One of them named a cow after me, Sherry
was a good cow and she knew her name too,
all his cows had names, (by the way).
I have my Sportsman Licence and am a
great shot. I haven't hunted in sometime
but have helped breakdown hundreds.
Warm game is fresh game. My Dad would
come home with a half dozen ducks or
geese, he was a great shot! He had
accuracy that was awesome, just awesome.
Rabbits, pheasants, quail - perfection
in sight with little or no damage.
Hmmm, I like this Remington 770
I will hope my nephew and his crew will bring
one or three in from my friends farm, he will be shooting
something like that one.
This Christmas everyone should put
a Remington under the Christmas for
their loved ones. The opportunity will
arrive when you can go with crew into
the cold too. I hope you all will check
out the Remington line and find one to
love. It will be a part of your family.
Treating it with superiority will come
natural. Yep, best gift in 2013, to me,
is a Remington, any style and stock.
Ah...rambled a little bit but some
how I know it was necessary, strange
but um yeah. My Grandfathers and all
the way back to the Indians in my family,
they all had a treasured pieces, like
I told you, it's family.
The Woods, xo!
To that dirty boulevard
RIP Lou Reed
I loved your New York Disc
Lou Reed passed today, another of the artists that coloured our lives. If there is a wild side in heaven, I'll bet most of our lost soul brothers are walking it.
though I can't remember if it was the Fillmore or the Great American. Ol' Shane was in rare form. RIP Mr. Chevron.
June 17, 1957 to October 8, 2013
"Following the release of the Pogues' 1984 debut album Red Roses For Me, he was invited to join the band on a short-term basis as cover for banjo player Jem Finer's paternity leave. He then took over as guitarist following MacGowan's decision to concentrate on singing—thereby becoming a full-time member of the band in time for the recording of its second album, 'Rum, Sodomy and the Lash'. He also played the banjo and mandolin on Pogues recordings.
In June 2007, the Pogues's website announced that Chevron had been diagnosed with oesophageal cancer. In early 2008, the website announced that Chevron had recovered, and, to his surprise and joy, his hearing had returned to almost pre-treatment levels. By 2009, Chevron had fully recovered from both the cancer and the resulting chemotherapy provided by the National Health Service in the UK. In May 2013, it was announced that the cancer had returned and it was 'lethal'.
Chevron died on October 8, 2013 in Dublin, Ireland from oesophageal cancer at age 56."
Borrowed that from Wikipedia, but I thought it was a pretty good yet brief overview of Phil Chevron's career. Not sure if anyone here is a fan of the Pogues, but my wife and I managed to catch the band the last time they were in Baltimore, which was during their Parting Glass Tour. Phil was the easiest band member to spot: he looked exactly like a leprechaun.
General Giap died at the age of 102 yesterday in Vietnam. His strategies were instrumental in bringing the country independence from French Colonial rule and more tenaciously from the fangs of America that were then foaming the venom of anti-communist ideology.
Giap's tactics became fundamental in the playbook of people's struggles everywhere and were based on organization of the peasants to act as one organism which was an absolute imperative when fighting a vastly superior enemy that has advantages in every category except morality.
If one looks at America's greatest sniper, Chris Kyle, it can be seen that he had more than 150 confirmed kills by 2008 in Iraq. He died in 2012 at the age of 35 due to a violent confrontation. General Giap was responsible for deaths of more than one million American, French and Vietnamese soldiers yet lived to the peaceful, ripe old age of 102.
I only mention this from the point of view of karma, which many probably do not believe in but I find worth mentioning in the context of this man's life and culture. Giap's motivation was one of love for his country and his people and his perceived need to liberate them. It was a pure motivation that endured in a long and happy life.
Klye, a Texas good'ole boy whose main mission in life seemed to be playing whack-a-mole with his sniper rifle on the barbarian heathen Iraqis, died of a violent gunshot wound from a PTSD-fatigued former American soldier.
The contrasts here are vivid and huge.
I wish I could say RIP General Giap but it is not in me to celebrate generals in the thrall of war. I am anti-war, no matter the cause.
passed away Friday, he had suffered a heart attack. Words can't express this feeling, a legend in his own time. Another artist in the soundtrack of my life has left us, fare thee well my brother.
A toast in memory of my Dad, xo~
May our love lead us to
the best place we can find in our
minds, our hearts and our souls.
His take out of the bunch was first,
then us, all. To his blessings
on all of Us to Rock and Roll, xo!
Cheers, clink and thanks if you joined in, xo!
They will all be on my prayers the family's alike.
Life is very precious I found that out the hard way 3 years ago this October. Having lost the most wonderful girl I have known to date. Gone in the blink of an eye. So to all those in times of grief I pray. Prayer works. God works
Such a sad thing to happen. My deepest sympathy. Thinking of you and especially your partner at this time. Love to both of you. May your hearts have some peace.