Always Striving for something........
Perhaps there should be a chapter in fishing books on how to rescue yourself from drowning...?
Or a warm winter Jacket that is buoyant... in case one were to slip in the mud on a slope and fall into deep water or out of a boat in winter..........
instead of being submerged beneath icy fast flowing water with just ones hands up above now and then reaching up ward for help... hoping someone will give them a an extended shovel to grab a hold of and pull them selves up and out............ unless not seen.
To enjoy all the mulberry's and blue berry's that would be coming in abundance the following spring .
Oh but it is not the subject is it? I have strayed............. Sorry.......
A verse an article a read........... then the lesson remembered.....
Good, bad, sad, Happy?
The dreams of Christmas morning......
Optics and Memory..............
So which is it...?
That represents the Truth?
The First and Foremost?
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
Wednesday, December 5, 2018
THE Mountain Rescue
The Warning came across the radio... beware... of the down slope....... and the density of the air...and the power lines that went perpendicular .....
Realization was...... WOW! braking was indeed shit... and it was taking a really long time to slow down... he stomped on the left brake and managed to bring the whole affair around just prior to the end of the asphalt and nothing was damaged.... ' Well' he thought.... that one was not taught in the text books he barely had time to think even.........
Now he could laugh........ it was over......
So there he was, He had made it up into the mountains..... now he decided to go for a walk.... up the Canyon... everything was a red color and fairly soft.... the soil... and rocks...... could break loose and tumble
Up the crevice he went ... further , further, further... Steeper.... he started to feel frightened .... his little foot holds and hand holds became so important....... my if he slipped .... it was such a long ways down.... maybe around the next bend the way would become easy and clear....
Things had gotten out of hand.... His hands...
He had parked originally out of the way... down at the far end.... he did not want to be bothered or socialize particularly.......... he was annoyed in a general sense... nothing personal ...
Just liked it that way.. or thought he did....
and now, Oh! he made it way up high and there he was trapped... funny there was a window just across the chasm.. and a girl cutting hair.... 'Can you call for help? ' he asked of her... yes in a matter of fact way... she said .... ' you are not the first I have had to do so for ' he then asked of her.. do you have a cord I might hold on to in the mean time?'
She handed him a lengthy white electric cord like one attached to an ordinary table lamp.... frayed just a bit towards the one end... he had his back to the cliff wall and now had the feeble electric cord to hold on to or put in his mouth and clamp down on with his teeth ... or whatever he wanted.... and he wondered if the far end was attached to anything....? Please..........
He asked the hair dresser girl..... she told him... yes it was tied not to worry .... and the 'Mountain Rescue Crew' were on the way...... he slipped just a little about the same time... and found some roots to put his feet up against and that felt a touch better.... slam up against the vertical wall... Keep your head back Goofy........ unless you want to tumble and fall.....
Waiting was painstaking... but he kept telling himself help was now on the way.... to safety... being saved... from his poor decision........
At long last the professionals showed.... there was nothing in their demeanor other then... ' Caution' no blaming no I told you so or Look another idiot.... about what they were doing... they lowered a device... some basket with a connection... and captured him...
He felt such overwhelming relief.... oh and how he wished and wanted to thank them in the most hearty way he knew how to compensate... his heart was overflowing with joy towards his own rescue... and the Rescuers .......
and he knew they were the responsible ones.... in their flight suites and screaming turbine engines.... and swinging baskets... nights in shining armor........
Now it was his job to navigate out of that mess again... but he better call his old girlfriend first... he had this great need that she might be worried.... and how unfair to her...........
Once he explained he was sure she would understand how things were out of his hands for while...
He had seen a landslide earlier off in the distance you know? .. it looked deadly.... but it was far away over there...across the Canyon.... on the other side........
He found himself chiseling a stop off one of the massive hangar doors that was up there in that high country.... he did not like it plain and simple..... so he managed to get a hammer and cold chisel and hack a section off, and throw it into the dumpster.... with out being seen... then climbed back in his aluminum bird.... and he knew what he had to do next.... after all of that Trauma....
Carry on.......
So much for treachery.... he thought as he applied the throttle and began the roll... and the never to be forgotten.. lesson
So he hoped.......
THE
Mountain Rescue
Realization was...... WOW! braking was indeed shit... and it was taking a really long time to slow down... he stomped on the left brake and managed to bring the whole affair around just prior to the end of the asphalt and nothing was damaged.... ' Well' he thought.... that one was not taught in the text books he barely had time to think even.........
Now he could laugh........ it was over......
So there he was, He had made it up into the mountains..... now he decided to go for a walk.... up the Canyon... everything was a red color and fairly soft.... the soil... and rocks...... could break loose and tumble
Up the crevice he went ... further , further, further... Steeper.... he started to feel frightened .... his little foot holds and hand holds became so important....... my if he slipped .... it was such a long ways down.... maybe around the next bend the way would become easy and clear....
Things had gotten out of hand.... His hands...
He had parked originally out of the way... down at the far end.... he did not want to be bothered or socialize particularly.......... he was annoyed in a general sense... nothing personal ...
Just liked it that way.. or thought he did....
and now, Oh! he made it way up high and there he was trapped... funny there was a window just across the chasm.. and a girl cutting hair.... 'Can you call for help? ' he asked of her... yes in a matter of fact way... she said .... ' you are not the first I have had to do so for ' he then asked of her.. do you have a cord I might hold on to in the mean time?'
She handed him a lengthy white electric cord like one attached to an ordinary table lamp.... frayed just a bit towards the one end... he had his back to the cliff wall and now had the feeble electric cord to hold on to or put in his mouth and clamp down on with his teeth ... or whatever he wanted.... and he wondered if the far end was attached to anything....? Please..........
He asked the hair dresser girl..... she told him... yes it was tied not to worry .... and the 'Mountain Rescue Crew' were on the way...... he slipped just a little about the same time... and found some roots to put his feet up against and that felt a touch better.... slam up against the vertical wall... Keep your head back Goofy........ unless you want to tumble and fall.....
Waiting was painstaking... but he kept telling himself help was now on the way.... to safety... being saved... from his poor decision........
At long last the professionals showed.... there was nothing in their demeanor other then... ' Caution' no blaming no I told you so or Look another idiot.... about what they were doing... they lowered a device... some basket with a connection... and captured him...
He felt such overwhelming relief.... oh and how he wished and wanted to thank them in the most hearty way he knew how to compensate... his heart was overflowing with joy towards his own rescue... and the Rescuers .......
and he knew they were the responsible ones.... in their flight suites and screaming turbine engines.... and swinging baskets... nights in shining armor........
Now it was his job to navigate out of that mess again... but he better call his old girlfriend first... he had this great need that she might be worried.... and how unfair to her...........
Once he explained he was sure she would understand how things were out of his hands for while...
He had seen a landslide earlier off in the distance you know? .. it looked deadly.... but it was far away over there...across the Canyon.... on the other side........
He found himself chiseling a stop off one of the massive hangar doors that was up there in that high country.... he did not like it plain and simple..... so he managed to get a hammer and cold chisel and hack a section off, and throw it into the dumpster.... with out being seen... then climbed back in his aluminum bird.... and he knew what he had to do next.... after all of that Trauma....
Carry on.......
So much for treachery.... he thought as he applied the throttle and began the roll... and the never to be forgotten.. lesson
So he hoped.......
THE
Mountain Rescue
Friday, November 9, 2018
The Laughing Snapper
I know let's make up some new words with some new meanings for people to swallow...' Hook line and Sinker'
Then: We will go have a Spelling Bee........ won't that be fun?
Divisiveness:
Your passing on of guilt trips.........
No thank you.......
I will pass just the same.........
You see the political divisiveness and otherwise...... ? I trust.
Creating new words...... then they will exist......
No Devil No Wrong doing........ SEE?
Why......... I know.......... it will be the topic of my new best selling book.... it will be in every book store in every airport in the the whole World.........
I can look up in the night sky and count 6 of the 7 Sisters with the naked eye... but is it the 7th one I should be concerned with?
The Laughing Snapper
Then: We will go have a Spelling Bee........ won't that be fun?
Divisiveness:
Your passing on of guilt trips.........
No thank you.......
I will pass just the same.........
You see the political divisiveness and otherwise...... ? I trust.
Creating new words...... then they will exist......
No Devil No Wrong doing........ SEE?
Why......... I know.......... it will be the topic of my new best selling book.... it will be in every book store in every airport in the the whole World.........
I can look up in the night sky and count 6 of the 7 Sisters with the naked eye... but is it the 7th one I should be concerned with?
The Laughing Snapper
Monday, October 29, 2018
Sticky Rat Paper
Forrest awoke from his dreams of sheer madness............
Some Queer attempt at being funny............
Sticky Rat Paper... they nabbed a dear friend on Roosevelt Boulevard in Magnificent Key West ayer ... a D.U.I.....
Forrest Says......... A reward for participating in the sanctioned debauchery of Fantasy Fest....
Being Placed under Arrest.......... Irony......... Double why even Triple Standards for 'YOU'
Welcome aboard: The hypocrisy express... mind your manners but it's just fine to give or get blow jobs out in the Street.
Forrest was gong down the face of a steep Cliff...........
his heels digging in, his shoes wearing out... Stones falling past... down , down, down, towards the rock hard bottom... He slid, it was very steep... then he came to the point where it was absolutely vertical and stopped on a small ledge just above like a Ram Horned Sheep eyes glazed over............. WOW! It still looked a long way down.... he grew terribly frightened.......... for there was no way back up and the only option that appeared to be ,was to fall straight ahead .... He assessed his predicament and quite frankly the situation looked non survivable to him the fall..... and there he was smack dab in the Center, with no way back up and no safety lines ...... and well, down was chancy..... for sure....lots of broken bones and blood at the bottom was all he could imagine....
Hilarious........... really........
Suddenly:
Delivered..... and having no clue as to how.........
There he was walking along with a rather attractive tall blonde quite yummy looking ... she was carrying some sort of Wooden doll.. looked like an Oscar made out of wood ... of sorts..... a polished wood with a closely knit grain...... of Lignum Vitae ?
She explained to him how it was that in Europe if a 'man' were to say take an infant out of the arms of a mother and casually, intentionally, or on accident brush against one of her breasts.... No Big Deal.... where as an American man doing the same either way in the U.S.A would possibly be castrated.
You know the Taboo and time for Afternoon Sex and all that...........
Oh I see he said to the young woman carrying the wooden Oscar........ thank you for the heads up...
He had some fatherly advice for her as well........ do it while you are young ... whatever it is....
Now , Now.......... here is where the caution came in for the 'those' that be in the pretty ......... and in the selling of their brand 'Snooty'........ this:
'Affecting the wrong kind of person to the Institution ' SEE? Steering them your way....... LOL....
The perceived as the lowly.... the Cast Out......... the Out Cast........
Honey............ There is NO Security Surprise!
The Reward for Participation is......... or possible reward is......... being placed under arrest in the end... Like my Friend............ 'Pudding Pie' on Roosevelt Boulevard ...............
It occurred to Old Byron........ Why is it No body can mind their own 'Fucking' business?
Different Cultures......... ' Something that would be taken for RUDE in ours well, may not be taken for so in Theirs......... The brushing of the Breast.... for instance...........
Then Forrest went on.......... to think of the least pleasant.........
This SWINDLERS.............The encroaching SWINDLERS.......... from Way Back......... centuries.... thousands of years even...........
A long long line of them and just nearby............... and our physical abuse for 'MONEY'
and Sticky Rat Paper.
Saturday, June 9, 2018
Performing the Heimlich Maneuver at CoCo's Cantina on the Curve.... Cudjoe
Driving through Cudjoe Key... and looking over where CoCo' s on the Curve used to stand... this morning ..........its gone now forever ... into oblivion....
Later in the day... he was reminded by his Youngest Daughter who mentioned taking a C.P.R. course , which reminded him of an instance below:
Years ago.... when Pat Ryan and Forrest stopped in for Lunch... the running joke at the time was Flor's Pet Snake... over in the corner in a card board box.... with an open top... inside the box was huge Latex Dong. Rommel was there eating as well and insisted Byron go Look.... He said Byron's Eyes got real big around....
any way..... while Byron and good old Pat were seated at a table and placing their orders... Byron happened to look up at a man seated just across at the dining counter on a stool.... he was making a weird motion... with his face.. Byron looked at Pat and said... hey man I think that dude is having a heart attack.... Pat said No... he is choking.... Byron waited a few seconds to see who was going to take action....... and suggested dialing 911
NO ONE did anything......... everyone stopped and stared.... the place went silent...... and Byron went deaf....
He rared up out of his chair stood the man up got behind him and put the ball of his fist just below his rib cage and thrust with every bit of strength he could muster....
Up came the poor mans feet off the floor like a giant rag doll and out sailed a chunk of meat... from his wind pipe...
The thing was Byron was in Automatic response at that point and continued to give him several more good rib cracking bear hugs... he kept this going and going like the energizer bunny....
Until Pats face appeared up close to his and he peered into his light Irish eyes and could read Pats lips, in Silence making out ...Stop, Stop, Stop.......
Ok then......... Bryon finally threw in the towel...... the old guy kind of just waddled around in a semi circular stupor and sat back down at his stool and resumed his eating.. as if nothing had happened.......
Why not even a thank you..... or Can I buy you a beer?
Byron used to see the old fellow every now and again up at the Winn Dixie on Big Pine... Not as much as an acknowledgement ........ nary a peep.
That really happened ... Byron did that I was there Watching...... him
Perform best he knew how....
Performing the Heimlich Maneuver at CoCo's Cantina on the Curve..... Cudjoe...
Later in the day... he was reminded by his Youngest Daughter who mentioned taking a C.P.R. course , which reminded him of an instance below:
Years ago.... when Pat Ryan and Forrest stopped in for Lunch... the running joke at the time was Flor's Pet Snake... over in the corner in a card board box.... with an open top... inside the box was huge Latex Dong. Rommel was there eating as well and insisted Byron go Look.... He said Byron's Eyes got real big around....
any way..... while Byron and good old Pat were seated at a table and placing their orders... Byron happened to look up at a man seated just across at the dining counter on a stool.... he was making a weird motion... with his face.. Byron looked at Pat and said... hey man I think that dude is having a heart attack.... Pat said No... he is choking.... Byron waited a few seconds to see who was going to take action....... and suggested dialing 911
NO ONE did anything......... everyone stopped and stared.... the place went silent...... and Byron went deaf....
He rared up out of his chair stood the man up got behind him and put the ball of his fist just below his rib cage and thrust with every bit of strength he could muster....
Up came the poor mans feet off the floor like a giant rag doll and out sailed a chunk of meat... from his wind pipe...
The thing was Byron was in Automatic response at that point and continued to give him several more good rib cracking bear hugs... he kept this going and going like the energizer bunny....
Until Pats face appeared up close to his and he peered into his light Irish eyes and could read Pats lips, in Silence making out ...Stop, Stop, Stop.......
Ok then......... Bryon finally threw in the towel...... the old guy kind of just waddled around in a semi circular stupor and sat back down at his stool and resumed his eating.. as if nothing had happened.......
Why not even a thank you..... or Can I buy you a beer?
Byron used to see the old fellow every now and again up at the Winn Dixie on Big Pine... Not as much as an acknowledgement ........ nary a peep.
That really happened ... Byron did that I was there Watching...... him
Perform best he knew how....
Performing the Heimlich Maneuver at CoCo's Cantina on the Curve..... Cudjoe...
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