Friday, September 28, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
hanging around
Hang around long enough and you'll become a historical item. Hang around even longer and you'll become hysterical.
Saturday, September 8, 2012
mind body conversing
My mind thinks my body can do certain things and my body laughs. My mind thinks I can hike the Canyon rim to rim like in the old days. My body says sure you can but you must drag this wounded animal along. My mind says what is so wounded about you? Your legs are strong, your lungs are good. Buck up, buddy, and come on. My body says you forget the feet. They are your Achilles heel. They will function and you can Marine it and never yield to their agony but later you will feel their screams. My mind says shee-it I don't like this at all. I keep refusing to accept de feet.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
the older I get, the better I was
A buddy and I bumped into each other and sat drinking coffee at a sidewalk table in downtown flagstaff this a.m. and noting how many folk in uh-merry-kuh these daze isolate themselves in their cell phones and ear buds and such and hardly notice anything around them. He's a Vietnam vet (Army) & I am Marine and we both love martial arts and though we are old farts we work out with weights and such and we both love women and women love us and we are awake and aware and filled with life, so we mutually decided that we both get 10's in the Geezer Olympics. There are none like us! We laughed and went on our way.
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