61 years on planet Earth
Graduate of Mercer University
Served my country. Showed a willingness to die for it. U.S Army
I study the paranormal, UFO’s and aliens, cryptids
The old man had lain in his crypt for over 60 years, every day listening to those walking by quote the price of cotton for the day. He rested in a shady grove of stately water oaks on the side of a white sandy dirt road outside of the small community called Glendale, Alabama. It’s said that he wanted to be laid to rest there, next to the road, so that he may always know the price of cotton for the day.
Bicycles and Dirt Roads
From early in the morning till supper time We rode those bikes fearlessly all day long. A big deal for kids not even age nine. A summer to remember like a song. In a rural area, legends we were. We’d travel end to end of the county. To see wonders our young world would offer And curiosities we saw plenty. Peering fearlessly down abandoned wells Wading into forbidden lakes and ponds. A secret summer we would never tell A summer to create a lifelong bond.
Imagine, if you will, blue jeans that are fitted low on the hips, tight in the thighs, and balloon out at the bottom into giant “bells”. Yeah, elephant bells. The reason I ask you to imagine them is because I can find no free pictures of them to upload. The ones pictured above are modern and are way “over the top” with the flare, but they’re close. Now that you’ve imagined them with the help of the picture and the written description, you know what I’m talking about. Some of you remember them, some of you have seen the pictures in old family albums when we all looked like the “The Mod Squad”. But that’s a different story.
The Sun Will Shine and the Wind will Blow
I’m an optimist. I have high hopes for the future of Planet Earth. I believe that the techies of this day will prevail in giving us affordable electric vehicles with solid state batteries that will be capable of getting us from one side of the country to the other using an infrastructure tailored to that end. I’m already seeing the fruits of those who dream such things. There are more and more charging stations out there.
Lee was always scouting the newcomers for his next sailing candidate. When he took the opportunity to be the barber on Lojwa, he recognized a major need immediately. Weed was extremely rare. When he saw the island with it’s lush growth next to ours in the east, he knew he could grow primo herb there. He’d just need an assistant. All he’d have to pay him would be a half ounce every week.
Jimmy was a child with some anger issues and other behavioural problems. In the first grade, I remember him being the only kid in class that threw tantrums and beat on his desk with his fists. The teachers pretended not to notice. If he ever caught us snickering at his fits, he’d laugh and beat on the desk harder, reveling in the attention.