Pondering

Much as I have been doing all week it seems. This ponder was about scary movies. Trying to think of the movie that scared me the most ever. Believe it or not it is "Trilogy of Terror". As cheezy as the African doll was................I watched it the first time alone and I never jumped so much as I did when the stupid little thing popped up. This was definitely the movie that held me in rapt attention. I have seen other scary movies that might have made me run up basement steps in the dark. Everyone knows that if you go up the basement steps in the dark, whatever lives under the stairs will grab your leg.
And the movies that made me afraid to go upstairs in the dark. Dark does alot to make you scared just by being dark.
I know that if I went into the woods behind my house in the dark, I would be sure I was being watched by thousands of eyes. And would be waiting for some kind of werewolf to jump out.
But as far as sitting and watching a movie. It was the story of the African fetish doll that freaked me out totally.
PEACE

Today, I was pondering bands. And being my age, there are lots of bands to ponder. And I constantly kept coming back to the Doors. No matter what other band I brought into my mind, all of my favorites. All of the songs I consider great poetry. Pink Floyd, Dylan, The Eagles. These I consider poets of my generation. Songs that you can lay back and close your eyes and listen. But there were no greater poets of my generation than the Doors.

Jim Morrison......Mr. Mojo Risin.

And he drank...alot. Drugs, not as much as people think. He was bent on taking everything to the limit to see not only if he could do it, but could he get away with it. The Doors made music that defined a generation. As the Flower Power generation was growing up.....with all the songs of Love and Peace..........there were The Doors. With deep, dark thoughts, words, like the dark side of Flower Power. But it rang true of the times we were in. Social change going on. Women's Lib, Free Love, The Pill, The War........each entwining into the other. Our generation were truly rebels. Not like Grandma's generation, who listened to Rock and Roll and their parents were sure they were on the road to Hell for sure.

Ah, but this Grandma's generation.........we got CRAZY. Young people truly changing the world. Is this generation coming up the next to make dramatic changes in society?

What changes could they make?

Do they have one band that they can say are the poets of THEIR generation? I hope so, because it helps create change.

Peace

When was the last time...........

You listened to "Easy Livin' " ? By Uriah Heep (or Heap, as I have seen it sometimes) But it is Heep. Have you ever even heard of Uriah Heep? How about "Smoke on the Water"? Deep Purple.

Or how about "Closer to my Home"? Who would that be? Grand Funk Railroad.

These four bands lived in my 8 track player under the driver's seat in my Gremlin and got me through travels as I was learning to be a manager at McDonald's. From Greensburg to North Versailles to East Mckeesport to New Stanton to Irwin. Way way way back in the time when I was skinny and wild. LOL.

Peace

AH...and so it will begin AGAIN

Saturday night......Detroit.....8pm......it will begin again.

Exciting or what?

Awesome

I have lived..........

21,332 days today. As of 5:18:27pm today. Wow. Seems like it should be more than that, I feel older than 21,332 days.

Memories under the bed

Before digital photography, you had to take a roll of film to the store and have them develop it. The anticipation of going to the store to get the pictures and then getting the package and rushing home to see which ones came out, which ones didn't. My mother always cut of heads. There are a few pictures she has in her multitude of albums are people we don't know because they have no heads.

I still love taking pictures with my "real" camera. I call it my REAL camera because, to me, a digital camera or heaven forbid, a camera phone, aren't real. I love getting the film to the store and I don't even use the one hour photo. I want that anticipation in this world of instant gratification.

And under my bed is a big, flat box. In that box are memories. Many, many memories. And one day, these many, many memories will combine with my mother's many many memories and then those will be in the possession of my daughter. This is called immortality. My grandchildren will look at the pictures with their children and tell them who I was and what I was like. I will live forever, in memories under the bed.

Free of night

The night creeps in my space like a black panther
Sneaking up behind me.
The night is as black as a shark's eye and not a
speck of light can be found.
I light the candle rather than curse the dark.
The light cannot stay. It is swallowed by the darkness.
I am afraid, but then it turns to horrible sadness.
I feel the night wrapping around and around me.
The sadness becomes deeper and deeper.
I don't know what to do.
I cannot escape the cloak of darkness.
I try to stretch my arms but find I am tightly wrapped
In this cloak of sadness and fear.
What comes next?
I see a pinpoint of light.
I strain to make it come closer.
I feel the wrapping beginning to loosen.
My chance is coming to get away.
I am excited, I am happy.
I push and push with my arms as hard as I can.
I HAVE WINGS!!! Beautiful blue and black wings!
I am changed.
I am no longer sad and scared.
I am overjoyed to fly through the air in the bright warm sunshine.
I am FREE.