“The Letter Said He Was Reported Dead.”
That Letter Was Fake News!
I’m Still Kikkin’ Screamin’
(And Still Standing)
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Goes Without sayin’
So I won’t Say It
“Near the front lines he’d been found
A mine blew his jeep into a twisted heap
And I still hear the sound
Of the wheel that kept spinnin’ ’round.”
For some bizarre reason, this song reminds me of my first wife, Janet.
I suppose it is because she was in the U.S. Army Reserve and used to drive Jeeps for a living.
I Loved Her Dearly.
And I respected her (Even though, she was ‘Certifiable Nuts.’)
Did not matter:
I loved her.
This post will make no sense whatsoever.
It is just for me.
And Jerry Jeff.
And Janet Sisco
The more I explore old songs… songs that make me FEEL, the more I come to understand the depth of my depravity.
This is not necessarily a bad thing.
My life has become a ‘rolling wheel.”
Spinning out of control.
Almost a whirling dervish.
But not quite there yet…
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
Some smart guy once said that.
So here is Me:
Random Memories from The Middle East: The Road to Sharm el Sheikh
Since I am an arrogant snob and a pompous ass, I add this ‘added value’ for those who never get me.
A dervish is a Muslim of particular religious order. … To call something a whirling dervish is to say that object or person resembles a spinning top or is wild in its movement. An object can also just be a dervish. The term twirling dervish is technically correct, as a dervish could be described as twirling.
More “Added Value:”
In Keeping With TTales & Hieroglyphs Virtual Ink Green Earth Policy…
“His whole life was short, quick and straight.”
Who does this remind me of??
Oh my Gawd! How I do miss him!
Peanut Story Warning Below!
The Flat-Bed Truck and The Pastel Sun-Dress