Here's a link to the baddest ass old couple in the country. They're 87 and 82 and get up every morning to deliver the Wisconsin State Journal. I was an adult carrier for a while and its every day. If you want a day off you need to find someone to do your route for you, train them and pay them yourself. Its not a job for the fainthearted. And, you're up in the middle of the night. 87 years old and still working, for as much as I admire that I sure as hell hope that's not me at 87. Hell, I hope I last to 87 and am spry enough to do a route.
Well, not really. But here's a link to a Washington State Republican who likes womens clothing and meeting men for sex at the porn store. Oh, and he's married with two daughters. I have no problem with men having sex with each other, or dressing in womens clothing or both, for that matter. What you do behind closed doors sexually is your own business. But, c'mon. You're an elected leader, hell, you're married. Can't you be faithful to your wife? Think how she feels, as well as the kids. That's where the hurt lies.
Reed had this linked. God's #1 representives on earth took a court hit today for almost 11 million dollars for actions at a Marine's funeral. I think the Phelps' are disgusting pieces of shit but they have 1st Amendment rights just like everyone else. So, I'm torn with this decision. I don't mind Bible Beaters losing in court but I don't like to see anyone's 1st Amendment rights violated. I don't have a link for this, but it seems to me I've seen a group of bikers who counter protest the WBC at the funerals they show up at. Anyone else heard of this?
>>And the passage from the Bible: From The Holy Bible, 2 Kings 2:23-24: "And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head. And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the Lord. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them"<<
Thanks to Stardust for the reminder that God loves us all.
There was an earthquake here as I was typing the last post. It was a 5.6 centered in Alum Rock, which is part of San Jose and a few miles from the plant. My office is in the old garage and it shook like nobodies business. A couple of the sissies ran out of the building but I stayed in my seat and rode it out. That's one thing about quakes, you get no warning, unlike a hurricane or tornado. One second you're watching tv and the next second shits a'flying. Quakes are part and parcel to living in the Bay Area. I'm hoping I'm long gone and retired when the "big one" hits.
I didn't go with the fellas today as I had a dentist visit scheduled. So, right across the street, literally, from my dentist is Mission Hills Golf Course. Funny how shit like that works.
Back in the ancient day, there was an 18 hole course here. It closed and the land was fallow for over 15 years as the family wanted to turn the land into housing. Finally, a deal was struck that allowed new housing to be built, as well as a 9 hole executive course. And that's how Misson Hills came to be.
When I was living with Josh and the She Devil, the kid and I would come out here often and play. It was close to the condo and we found time to play. I got to where I was shooting in the low to mid 40's on the par 30 course.
I didn't expect too much today as I teed off by myself. The course had mushy spots which was kind of surprising as the rainy season hasn't quite started here in California.
After the first hole I bogied the next five in a row. I played fairly consistant, but two of the bogies were three putt bogies so I pissed away par twice. On the 6th hole I sculled my second shot to the right of the green, then stubbed a chip, again. I was on the green in 4 and said out loud, "I need a miracle here." Sure as shit the miracle came and I drained the 25 foot putt for bogie. This is why I keep on coming back.
The last three holes I took the gas and ended up shooting a 43, with 20 putts. I three putted four times and stubbed three chips. There's 7 strokes of giveaway right there. I'm not good enough to hit the ball where I want every time, but its the stubbing of chips and the missing of putts that irritates me.
Misson Hills charges $17 to walk the first nine and $8 for the second 9 if you're not a resident. I don't make it out to Hayward any more, but Mission Hills is a nice place to play.
I had a few hours to kill so I went out to Buchanan Fields Golf Course at the Buchanan airport. This is a 9 hole par 31 executive course. An executive course is usually not a full sized course and its meant for older players or beginning players or players that aren't able to play a full sized course for whatever reason. Also, it takes half the time to play, so if you don't have all day but still want to play a round, this is for you. I drove out and got to the course about 3. They charged me $11 to walk the 9 holes and it would have been $6.50 more to replay the nine. I didn't play well today, carding a 51 for the par 31. I didn't par a hole, bogied three holes and managed to three putt three holes. I finished with a flourish, hitting a tee shot into the next fariway, then shooting over the green back and forth, then getting on the green and 4 putting. 23 putts for 9 holes is awful. I hit a few crappy chip shots, I see where I need to practice more on my short game. Still, it was a nice walk and I did get out and play instead of sitting on my fat ass. I'll bring out the camera next time I play there and take a few pics.
Here's football player Ray Lewis thanking God for his miracle escape from murder charges. From Wikipeida >>Controversy Despite his accomplishments on the field, Lewis' public image was tarnished following a Super Bowl party on January 31, 2000. Following this party, he was brought into the Atlanta Police Department for questioning, then arrested (along with his friends Reginald Oakley and Joseph Sweeting) and charged with the murders of Jacinth Baker and Richard Lollar. Baker and Lollar were stabbed to death outside a nightclub during a fight in the Buckhead district of Atlanta. The charges resulted in Lewis being held in custody, preventing him from playing in the Pro Bowl in Hawaii the following Sunday. Lewis then posted bail and was scheduled for a spring trial. The trial of Lewis and his codefendants started during the following spring. After the prosecution had presented its case, with little or no evidence that Lewis had committed any overt acts against the victims, Lewis's attorney arranged with prosecutors to dismiss the murder charges and let Lewis plead guilty to a misdemeanor charge of obstruction of justice; he also agreed to testify against Oakley and Sweeting, who were each charged with murder. Lewis accepted this plea bargain, and he was sentenced to one year of unsupervised, unrestricted probation. He was also offered expungment of this record if he successfully completed his probation, and was not suspended by the NFL. He was fined a league record US$250,000. Oakley and Sweeting were acquitted of the charges in June 2000, represented by noted Atlanta criminal defense attorneys L. David Wolfe, Bruce Harvey, and Steve Sadow. Though all were acquitted in June 2000, the Atlanta Police Department and District Attorney's office believe Lewis's associates to be guilty. No other suspects have ever been arrested for the crime. Lewis was named Super Bowl XXXV MVP but due to the controversy, he did not get the endorsements or the Disneyland trip afforded to recent MVP recipients. On April 29, 2004, Lewis reached settlement to four-year-old India Lollar, born months after the death of her father Richard, preempting a scheduled civil proceeding.  Lewis also reached an undisclosed settlement with Baker's family. <<
I was calling him "the murderer" for a while. He pulled an OJ and got away with it. It seems to me if he was clean in this he would have no need to "settle" with the dead men's families. I got the pic from Kissing Suzy Kolber.
Here's a link to a story about an RV couple who are volunteering at Wheeler National Wildlife Refuge. They "work" 24 hours a week and get a free place to park the RV. I don't think its exactly like camp hosting but its similar. You exchange time worked for a free place to stay. Some people do this for the money but I can see Sandra and I doing it for the hell of it. There's nothing wrong with taking pride in a job well done and I can see that need not going away with retirement.
Here's a link to a Florida (what is it with Florida today?) guy who claims his 14 year old son hit THREE holes in one in the same round. And, holed out from the fairway to boot. It really irks me when people lie about their golf score. Golf is the last game of personal honor left and to just make shit up like this. I've seen two holes in one in person and have not gotten one myself. The first one was with Josh and my second wife, Marie. We were out playing on a par three course in Farmington and Josh hit one over the creek and into the hole on the fly. He stood there stunned and I was jumping up and down like an idiot. That was about 10 years ago or so. The second one was playing with Jerry Senior and Junior. We were at Tony Lema in San Leandro and on the 10th hole Senior mishits one, says "I think its short" and we watch it hit the green and roll right into the hole. Fucking A! Short my ass. I also holed out from the fairway from 195 yards one time in Tahoe. Josh was there and we were playing in a scramble. I lined up the shot and hit a sweet 5 iron that hit the green and rolled up and gently into the cup. I wasn't sure it had gone in until we all got to the green. Hell of a shot, but not a hole in one. So, for a kid who is lucky to break 100 to shoot three in a round, and eagle as well, well, I just don't get what the point is. What are you trying to teach your son? Let's make up a lie and get a big laugh out of the publicity? What's sadder is that 34% of the paper's poll repondents said it was believeable. Jesus, what's wrong with these people?
I saw that Satyavati has this cool widget on her blog that tells a bit about your visitors. So, I put it here on the blog. It tells where people are from and can even tell what post brought them to the blog. I've had two readers from Google and one from the Athiest Blogroll so far. Take a look under the Atheist Blogroll.
Here's a story about Oklahomans in office returning copies of the Quran because they're too violent. >>In a letter to colleagues, state Representative Rex Duncan says "most Oklahomans do not endorse the idea of killing innocent women and children in the name of ideology."<<
Then I guess they don't have Bibles anywhere close.
I've seen gals on the back of sport bikes before and I wonder how comfortable it could be hanging on while sitting on a hard assed seat without even a back rest. Sport bikes ride hard enough for the rider, being a passenger, well...
I read somewhere that In N Out will make you a burger with as many patties and cheese slices as you ask for. I've eaten 4 Double Doubles in one sitting when the guys were in Vegas one day. Afterwards I thought I was going to have a heart attack. That was a bit too much. Now when I go I get two Double Doubles and savor the flavor. For my non-California readers, In N Out is a burger chain out here that makes the best tasting burgers around. They're to die for.
One year for Josh's birthday he got the Vanilla Ice autobiography from either Mark or George, I can't recall which. That, and we were trying to convince him that Vanilla Ice was his real dad. He was about 10 or so when we were busting his balls like this.
About 1986 or 1987, before I went to work at the paper, I worked for an alarm company. I would drive out to businesses when the alarm went off and see why. About a dozen times, I got to point my gun at people and arrest them. It was a cool job but I wasn't going into law enforcement so I decided to get a "real" job at the paper. Anyway, one day we get an alarm at a building in Oakland. We have the keys and I drive out and let myself in. The place is empty except for a half dozen really nice collector cars in the warehouse. I hear the front door open and a couple of guys come in. I'm not tweaked up about this, they've got the keys. We get to talking and they're mentioning "Mr Jackson". Yeah, like I really give a shit. I've got dinner in my car and its getting cold. They want the alarm disabled and that's no problem. I tell them that "Mr Jackson" needs to sign a work order for me so we don't get sued and I can make this all go away. A few minutes later "Mr Jackson" comes in with a few more hangers on and sure as shit its Reggie Jackson. We discuss the alarm and he has one of his guys sign off. Then, we discuss his cars and baseball for a bit. He's not very tall, I remember looking down on his balding head. He was very gracious when he didn't have to be. His posse were assholes, there's no accounting for taste I guess. A year or two later the entire building burned to the ground and Reggie lost at least a dozen of his classic cars. That was a shame.
When the three axle tow truck gets called out, its not cheap. We had a guy park his trailer in front of one of our off site docks and we had him towed with one of these babies. It was $350 per hour and $200 a day storage. It cost this winner over a grand to get his trailer back. I imagine that there's a per mile fee for the above tow as well. I sure don't want to find out myself.
I was driving home this morning from work and I had the radio on. The talking head was saying how the oddsmakers favored Boston over Colorado in the World Series. When someone says that the oddsmakers favor one team over another, they don't know what they're talking about. Let me tell you how a sportsbook works. You and I make a bet on the football game. You want the Niners and I want the Raiders. We each put up $100 and the winner gets all $200. Now, lets say that there's a thousand people wanting to bet on the game. They go to the sportsbook where they win $191 for their $100 bet, and the book takes $9 as a cut, or "vig" for the cost of running the book and profit. OK, you're the book. You realize that if you don't make some change to the betting scenario you may have more people betting on the Niners than on the Raiders. This puts you at risk for losing money if the Niners win and more people have money on the Niners than the Raiders. Its your job to have half of the money bet on the Niners and half on the Raiders. When you achieve parity in the betting you maximize your profit. Remember, you take $9 out of every $200 bet, or 4.5% of all the actions as your vig. You need to do something to get half of the money on the Niners and half on the Raiders. This is where the point spread comes in. You give the Raiders 6 points and suddenly there's more money being bet on the Raiders than there would have been without the 6 points. This is the key to the spread/odds on any game. Its gettting the money bet equally on both sides so you as the book have no risk of losing money. You take your guarenteed profit out of the vig. Are you as the book saying that the Niners are going to win by 6 points? No, you're not, and that's the biggest misconception about the point spread. The spread is not saying one team is better than the other, the spread is so the bets fall equally on each team. When the money is equally bet on both sides, the book takes its 4.5% cut and makes money. I can't repeat this often enough. This is Bookmaking 101. So, the bookmakers aren't saying the Redsox are better than the Rockies, or that they're going to win. They're giving the Rockies odds so that the money will fall equally on both sides of the betting question and then the book will take its vig and make money. Anytime you hear someone saying that the bookmakers favor one team over another, they don't know shit. The bookmakers don't give a shit what team wins or which team is better, they only care that they have both sides of the game equally covered.
Sunol Golf Course is on the side of the hill just outside the hamlet of Sunol. They have two full sized courses there but the Palms course is the only one I've played. The Cypress is a bit shorter and easier and gets more play, especially from older players. We went out as a fivesome, which is not usual as golf is a 4 person game. 5 players at a time takes forever to play and usually holds up play. There was another fivesome in front of us so I guess the course wasn't too worried about playablity. I parred two of the first five holes but took a couple of 8's and made the turn at 54 with 16 putts. The back 9 was not my strongest effort of the year. I did something on every hole that directly cost me a stroke. From stubbing chip shots to chunking shots out of the fairway to hitting the ball in the water to 4 putting to swinging and missing (yep, that's a stroke), I did it all. I was consistantly shitty in carding a 59 on the back, my worst 9 holes of my resurgance on the course. That's a total of 113 for those of you without an abacus. I'm not all worked up about it yet. I don't have great expectations to play really well. I mark my mistakes on the card and see the need to work on my chipping. Hell, I need to work on everything. Though when you enjoy it its not really work, per se.
Well, I found the camera. I drove out to the golf course on the way home from work and only the cart guy was there. It was about 6am and still dark. I couldn't find the cart off the get go, the cart guy said that they wash all the carts at the end of the day. Hmmm, OK. Someone found it and turned it into the pro shop.
Nobody was in the pro shop yet, so I decided to check in the carts for the hell of it and it was a good thing I did, because about 4o carts into it I found the camera in the back of the cart. Hot Diggity Damn!
The cart washing didn't damage the camera. What was odd is that the last couple of pictures I took were deleted. Someone picked up the camera, looked at the pics, deleted the last couple and set the camera back down. Its beyond me why they didn't either take it, or turn it in to the pro shop. So, there's no pics of our ride up Mt Diablo or of Sunol golf course. Hell, that's just a good reason to ride back to the top of the mountain and I'm sure I'll be playing at Sunol soon.
Whew, sometimes you catch a break in life.
Oh, and we had the baby for a few days and took her to breakfast. Nicole has her eating table food and she likes to go out to eat with Grandma and Grandpa. Nicole came to get her today and all Sandra did today was sleep. The baby wears her out. She is adorable.
Fiery, at Atheist Homeschooler, has a thread going on about the use of the word "cunt." In America, its a pretty harsh word that upsets every woman I've ever met. But, in Australia, its not used the same. Click here for some interesting interaction on this word.
After golf and showering here at the plant, I went around the corner to Mc Donalds to eat and read the papers. After being accosted for money at the front door, I went in and ordered my usual. I don't know why but nothing tasted good today. The double cheeseburgers were nasty and even the Mc Nuggets were not good. The fries, yep the fries were hardly edible. Only the pie and ice cream cone were worth a shit. I shouldn't be eating there anyway, and that was confirmed by watching Supersize Me not too long ago. Still, when everything tastes like shit, well, I guess I need to go to Mr Chow's after golf.
I went golfing today and took a few pics. Sandra and I took a short ride up Mt Diablo yesterday and I took a few more pics. The Baby came by for a few days visit and I took a few more pics of the Beautiful Baby. So, what do I do? I leave the camera in the golf cart at the course. Fuck. Or as the Aussie's say, Cunt! What's worse is when I took the camera out of my golf bag to put in my backpack, I told myself, "Self, don't leave this in the cart." And, sure as shit, I do. Its not the camera per se, though I'm not happy about having to spend a few hundred dollars on another Sony. Its the three year's worth of pics that are gone. I've blogged most of them, so its not a total loss. But still... And, this gets to the soft brain issue. Is this type of forgetfulness just an accident or am I getting more and more soft brained? There's just no goddamn excuse for doing stupid shit like this. I'm just disgusted with myself. The course is on the way home, so I'll be the first one at the gate when they open up. I called the course but the pro shop had already closed. I know where the camera is and where the cart is, so if I'm there early enough and nobody's gotten to it, well, there's a chance I can get away with it. So, here's hoping beyond hope. You'll know tomorrow if I'm sucessful or not if you see pics of the course. If you just get text, well, I'm not going to be a happy person. And, nobody to blame but myself. Or, God, I guess. After all, he made me forgetful and He could have made me remember to put the camera in the car. But no, blaming the invisible Sky Daddy is just too easy.
I poached the pic from T&A, who has a post about VH. Mark L came into work tonight to say he priced the cheapest VH tickets at $100 each. That discouraged him in a hurry. I love VH. When they came out they had a sound that nobody else had and nobody played guitar like Eddie V. They got a bit soft along the way with David Lee Roth, but I think one of the best albums ever is 5150, with Sammy Hagar singing. That was a band makeup that should have been a hit making machine. 5150 was the wad shooter for me as I haven't really liked anything they've come out with since. It is a shame that Michael Anthony got the John Paul Jones treatment and isn't touring with the brothers. To expect a guy not to work when Sammy wanted to play live and make music, well, that's pretty selfish of the Van Halen brothers to expect Michael to sit around and hope they play together again.
Here's a pic of a guy catching a 36 inch pike. Thing is that the 56 inch pike was caught trying to eat the 36 inch pike. Pike, to my understanding, have big assed teeth and are voracious eaters. There's a problem at Lake Davis in California with pike being planed illegally in the lake. The lake has been poisoned twice by Fish and Game in the hopes the pike will die off.
Protium The Heathen (here) is just starting his blogging journey. He's an atheist from Oz who has come by this very blog a time or two, so I blogrolled him to the right. Some of my regular stops have gone by his place and I do as well. Give it a look.
I've had a revelation. There is a Hell and I'm going. But, Hell ain't a bad place to be. How do I figure this? Sit on down and I'll tell you. First off, when you die, if you're lucky, you're going to Hell. You take the escalator down and the first thing you notice is that its air conditioned. None of that fire and brimstone that you've heard so much about. At the bottom is the reception room. Satan himself is there, cloven hooves and all. He's wearing golf clothes and is happy to see you. He introduces you to your personal valet. Mine's going to be named Daisy. Yours will be pretty much what you want, as Satan already knows ahead of time what your preferences are. (Sandra's valet will be The Rock) Daisy's waiting for me with a golf cart and my clubs. I've already got a tee time and when I play I seem to hit the ball on the screws every time. No more of this shanking shit. Afterwards, I sit at the bar in the clubhouse with my new pals and we smoke cigars and drink Crown Royal. Now, both of these things make me deathly ill here on Earth, but in Hell they're good for you. Football is on evey big screen tv in the bar and we're all yelling ourselves hoarse. While strolling the grounds, I notice a few people who really are in hell. They're people out of my past who are on poop patrol, picking up after our dogs and generally doing the ass wiping needed. Can I say Robert M and Dan S for starters? It sure seems to be really hot where they are. The scooter riding in Hell is top notch. The roads are curvy and freshly paved. If you crash you don't get hurt and the scooters are indesctructable. I don't think I'll have the need for speed, but still. I'll be able to eat like a pig and not get fat. Rob H"s one eyed dog is waiting at the bar right now, waiting to be scratched and petted. It goes on and on like this, for eternity. Hell, what a place. So, what makes my "vision" wrong and the Christian "vision" correct? Ahhhhh, you brothers and sisters in non belief already know the answer to that!
We were standing on the dock waiting for the press to start and a couple of guys got to talking about how much they missed smoking pot. We're under Department of Transportation drug testing so none of us can obey Genesis (1:29 if my memory serves) and use the seeds and the plants from the seeds. Its a common feeling amongst some of the guys that they'll partake again once they retire from the paper and are no longer under the drug testing. I'll admit to smoking pot as a younger man and I think it should be legal for a couple of reasons. Once the guys realized how much they missed sparking up, they got all melancoly and shit. I told the cookie story and commented how ingesting was better than even the bong. We all got a good laugh out of it. We agreed that it was good to spark while at the concerts and while camping. It's certainly lighter than packing in a bottle of booze. We do have interesting conversations on the dock.
I got a comment on a post here, about the guy who had the faces tattooed on his back. I made a comment praising cover work. Let me assure the anon poster that I don't mean my tattoo of Sandra, I was refering to my covered tat of the She Devil. I refer to it here. Sandra and I remain happily married and I hope that's reflected in some of my posts here on the blog.
After coming into contact with a religious man, I always feel I must wash my hands.” -- Friedrich Nietzsche, Why I Am a Destiny, 1888 “Great intellects are skeptical.” -- Friedrich Nietzsche, The Antichrist, 1888 “There is not sufficient love and goodness in the world to permit us to give some of it away to imaginary beings.” -- Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All-Too-Human, 1878 “Christianity as antiquity. -- When we hear the ancient bells growling on a Sunday morning we ask ourselves: Is it really possible! This, for a Jew, crucified two thousand years ago, who said he was God's son? The proof of such a claim is lacking. Certainly the Christian religion is an antiquity projected into our times from remote prehistory; and the fact that the claim is believed -- whereas one is otherwise so strict in examining pretensions -- is perhaps the most ancient piece of this heritage. A god who begets children with a mortal woman; a sage who bids men work no more, have no more courts, but look for the signs of the impending end of the world; a justice that accepts the innocent as a vicarious sacrifice; someone who orders his disciples to drink his blood; prayers for miraculous interventions; sins perpetrated against a god, atoned for by a god; fear of a beyond to which death is the portal; the form of the cross as a symbol in a time that no longer knows the function and ignominy of the cross -- how ghoulishly all this touches us, as if from the tomb of a primeval past! Can one believe that such things are still believed?” -- Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All-Too-Human, 1878
October 15th was Nietzsche's birthday. I took a Philosophy class when I went back to college and we only touched on this guy. I liked what I read, as evidenced with the cut and paste from the FFRF.
Sandra and I went to the movies Monday and saw the new Cate Blanchett movie, Queen Elizabeth The Golden Age. Usually when Sandra picks a film or rental, well, it sucks. I'll admit that I haven't been much better. But, I got to pick the Monday movie and this is what I picked. I liked the film. It had plot and decent acting. I overheard Sandra admit to her sister that she found it boring. She wanted another movie with The Rock in it. So, if you want to see a decent film with plot, see Elizabeth.
Sandra and I have a week off next month. I usually go to the Arizona Fall League but this year I think Sandra and I are going to go scooter riding. Sandra wants to go to Sequoia National Park and I found two campgrounds on rvparkreviews.com that are close by. I check out the websites and send email asking a few questions. This was last Saturday and 4 days later I didn't get a single goddamn reply from either place. I guess if they don't give a shit to answer my questions they must not want my business. Still, it irritates me that businesses do this. Why have email if you're not going to answer it?
Y'know, since I started this blog I've had three people tell me I put too much stuff on my blog. Can you believe it? Take the poll to the right and tell me if these three people are in the majority or not.
Well, I actually went out and played a round today. This is the first non Longball round I've played in almost three years. I met up with Jeremy and Jerry Senior at San Jose Muni and we hacked at it. I bogied the first hole and then kind of sucked it up for a while, but I did par the second hardest hole on the course and bogied a few more. But, on the 9th hole I was everywhere but the fairway and I took a 9, for a 52 on the front The back 9 went a bit better. I parred two holes and bogied three more, but the best thing was I didn't take a score over 7. This shows at least a bit more consistency. I pissed away the 18th hole and didn't break 100, settling for 49 on the back and a total of 101. When I was playing reguarly I could shoot Muni in the low 90's. I hit the ball much better than I did up at Longball and I sure am not as sore as I was in Tahoe either. We're playing next Tuesday. I can say I had a good time playing with Jeremy and Jerry. I think we're playing Sunol next week, which is a pretty scenic course. It was a bit drizzly today and I didn't bring out the camera. I will for Sunol.
I want you to scroll down a few posts to the post titled "Packing Heat" or click here. I actually had an Anonomyous poster claim (in a nicely written piece) that I get "glee" out of seeing Christians take the donkey. I answered it with the admission that the writer was correct. And, so my regular readers don't miss it, I've commented on it here.
“. . . family, friends and well-wishers from around the world assured me that prayers and my faith in God would comfort me. I tried to pray but I didn't feel any better, nor did I make any kind of connection with God.” -- Actor Christopher Reeve, who died on Oct. 10, 2004, at age 52, writing about his paralysis and lack of religious faith in Nothing Is Impossible: Reflections On a New Life (2002)
Roger Williams Banished On this approximate date in 1635, Roger Williams was banished from the Massachusetts Bay Colony for advancing the notion that the civil state should not enforce religious injunctions. Fleeing with four others and enduring deprivations in the wilderness, Williams settled in 1636 at a site in Rhode Island that he named Providence. Williams established a colony where Baptists like himself, Quakers and other nonconformists were welcomed. The settlement was chartered in 1663 by the British crown. The charter promised "no person within the said colony . . . shall be in any wise molested, punished, disquieted or called in question for any differences in opinion in matters of religion, and do not actually disturb the civil peace of our said colony." Today the Roger Williams National Memorial can be found on 4.5 acres of landscaped park on the grounds of the original settlement. “God requireth not an uniformity of Religion to be inacted and inforced in any civill state.” -- Roger Williams' The Bloudy Tenent of Persecution, for Cause of Conscience. (Cited by Leo Pfeffer in Church State and Freedom)
On the Saturday before we left for the tourmanent, Chuck and Nicole had Kyleigh's first birthday party. They did something I'd not seen before and that's having a separate cake for the birthday girl to smash and make a mess of as she ate it. I though this was pretty cool.
Thanks to my father in law, Ernie, who had a working camera. Both my mom's camera and mine had dead batteries. Ernie came to the rescue and sent me a couple of shots. Look how happy Kyleigh is in these pics.
This blog is for me (Joe) to keep in contact with my friends and family who I don't see too much of because I work nights. If you're wandering by checking out the blog from the Internet, well, you're welcome too, I'm 50 years old and live in California. I'm married with two bonus daughters and three grandchildren. I write about sports, scooters, vacations in the RV, my atheism, funny pictures, and pretty much anything else I can think of. I welcome all opposing views as long as you can keep it civil, my mom does come by on occasion. And, as always, the true focus of my life is my marriage to Sandra and fulfilling The Plan. Though the blog is in the top 5.