God Bless J F K. Happen to have worked in the house in Hyannisport many many times is like a museum of photos of a legend that was taken from this life time to early. love ya gg
Events to commemorate 50th anniversary of JFK assassination:
Observances for Friday and beyond.
-Wreath-laying ceremony at the John F. Kennedy Memorial. 10 a.m. Friday, in Veterans Memorial Park on Ocean Street, Hyannis.
-Press conference at the John F. Kennedy Hyannis Museum. 10:30 a.m. Friday, 397 Main St., Hyannis.
-Memorial Mass at St. Francis Xavier Church. 2 p.m. Friday, 347 South St., Hyannis.
-Statue of John F. Kennedy to be open for public viewing. 10 a.m. to 3 p.m. Friday and Monday, State House.
-Special Mass commemorating the assassination anniversary. 12:10 p.m. Friday, Blessed Sacrament Chapel, Cathedral of the Holy Cross, 1400 Washington St.
-Online-only livestream of a musical tribute in Kennedy’s honor, featuring James Taylor, saxophonist Paul Winter, and the US Naval Academy Women’s Glee Club.1:30 p.m. to 2:15 p.m Friday, John F. Kennedy Library and Museum, Columbia Point, Dorchester. (www.jfklibrary.org).
-Fiftieth anniversary exhibit starting Friday, running until Feb. 23. Artifacts on display for the first time will include a green beret left on Kennedy’s gave by a serviceman, the American flag draped on Kennedy’s coffin, and the saddle, sword, and boots carried by Black Jack, the riderless horse that followed Kennedy’s coffin in his funeral procession. John F. Kennedy Library and Museum, Columbia Point.
-Guided tours of Kennedy’s birthplace. 9:30 a.m. to 4 p.m. Saturday, 83 Beals St., Brookline.
-A walk from Kehillath Israel Temple to 83 Beals St., featuring speeches from religious and town leaders. A student from the Edward Devotion Elementary School, which Kennedy attended, will lead a song. 1:30 p.m. Sunday.
-Memorial wreath-laying, 2 p.m. Sunday, 83 Beals St.
-Memories of Kennedy from local and state officeholders in an opening ceremony. 10 a.m. Friday, North Essex Community College Hartleb Technology Center.
-A panel discussion titled “The JFK Assassination: What Really Happened.” 11:30 a.m. Saturday, North Essex Community College Hartleb Technology Center.
-Former Kennedy campaign volunteers Frank O’Connor, of Andover, and Ronald Martin, of Lawrence, share their experiences with Kennedy during his presidential and senatorial campaigns. 2 p.m. Sunday, North Essex Community College Hartleb Technology Center.
-The University of Massachusetts Lowell orchestra will perform a free concert, with narration by State Senator Eileen Donoghue. 7:30 p.m. Friday, Durgin Concert Hall, South Campus, 35 Wilder St.
-Three red roses will be placed at the foot of the John F. Kennedy memorial stone, and a memorial wreath will be placed at the foot of the eternal flame in Forest Park at 1 p.m. Friday. From 11 a.m. to 2 p.m., fees to enter the park will be waived. Remarks will be made by Mayor Domenic J. Sarno, US Representative Richard E. Neal, Hampden County Sheriff Michael J. Ashe, and master of ceremonies James Sullivan.
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A nation came of age and also died with the rise of this president and his untimely demise. Whether you subscribe to a plot or a lone nut or something in between it is hard not to see Nov. 22nd as a high tide mark mark in American history. That is, the tide came in and floated a lot of boats past the high water mark and on this date it left that high water mark in Dealy Plaza, Dallas, Texas. The tide went out and our country was never the same again. Indeed, in fifty years there has been a regression the planet will never, ever, recover from.
Oh sure, there was ten years of of forward momentum that saw the landmark of African-American rights and the rise of the Free Speech Movement. The hippy culture and LSD left an indelible mark on the world the reverberates still today. But in some ways Moratorium Day in 1971, when 30,000 protesters to the Vietnam war were herded into RFK (in Washington DC) in a mass arrest marked the end of forward progress as measured by an NFL running back. Maybe that day was Earth Day in 1970. Maybe it was the Dead show with the Allman's at Watkin's Glen. Certainly there are several ways to measure the peak.
But the high point was a youthful president that led a still-believing nation along the road to an America marking something better, something to be looked up to. Something to be emulated for a lot of tortured souls around the world rotting in the Gulag or some other third world hell-hole. The morals contest had clearly been won against the Russians and America was at the forefront of whatever could be positively imagined.
And then meaner and smaller and greedier people stepped in and, hiding behind corporations, turned our world into a hellishly small and rotting stomping ground of waste and corruption and increasing extinction of life.
~ Joltin' John has left and gone away Hey, hey, hey! ~ (sorry Simon & Garfunkel)
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!