Oh the games people play now......

Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean

I love all people, I do, but some make it hard to do so. The above stanza... To me, it's all about evaluation. Some folks it's easy to see/evaluate/form opine fairly rapidly, others, it takes years. All'a that offset by the general belief initially "take 'em by their word."

And they wile away the hours
In their ivory towers
Till they're covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine

Eh, this does not compute. I'm just a common man, drive a common van, my dog ain't got no pedigree. (Victor, I think it's against blog rules to inter-mix two songs in one blog.) Then howabout, suffice to say, ivory towers, black limousine, it ain't me babe. Oops.

La-da da da da da da da
La-da da da da da de
Talking 'bout you and me
And the games people play

Oh we make one another cry
Break a heart then we say goodbye
Cross our hearts and we hope to die
That the other was to blame

My only experience here is being on the receiving end of goodbye, and the inferred (and believed) guilt instilled in me. "I was to blame." If this was a blog (ha ha) I would say "scroll to the title."

Neither one will give in
So we gaze at our eight by ten
Thinking 'bout the things that might have been
It's a dirty rotten shame

Too late, comes to mind, for staring at an eight by ten. One can only control their own feelings, actions. It's a dirty rotten shame, but life does go on, and in many cases, a perty decent hereafter.

People walking up to you
Singing glory halleluiah
And they're tryin to sock it to you
In the name of the Lord

They're gonna teach you how to meditate
Read your horoscope, cheat your faith
And further more to hell with hate
Come on and get on board

Again, this one's all about "sit back, evaluate." Never been a big fan of 'hawkers', be it the carnival, the side street in the big city, the slickster a knockin' on ur door, and, (don't shoot me) the ultra religious handing out pamphlets about my perceived path to hell. I prefer to observe lifelong folks/bonds - their faith.

Look around tell me what you see
What's happening to you and me
God grant me the serenity
To remember who I am

Cause you've given up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity
Turns you sad on humanity
And you don't give a da da da da da

Yes, sometimes the games people can play wear on you. Fortunately, age is the 'hockey goalie' to thwart this. Comfort. A vast majority of our life is making sure "we fit". Are "comfy". Don't "rock the boat" (sorry, a 4th song, I will do 100 sit-ups for doing so).. Bottom-line (geez Victor, we never thought you'd get here) in life, in games, in family, in relationships, in friends, in every day life - we, are the judge, jury and executioner of our own person.

Please don't allow the games people play to affect that. Or is that effect? Love, Victurd

Don't read, unless you're really bored, as this is really boring.

A preachment, dear friend
You are about to receive on John Barleycorn
Nicotine and the temptations of Eve

Yeah, pretty sure I've done that/this one before... oh well.. Old people are repetitive..

No parkin' by the sewer sign
Hot dog, my razors broke
Water drippin' up the spout
But I dont care, let it all hang out

Went into work today... five hours... semi-caught up.. Car has been hesitating to start in the am... bought a new battery at Wally World yest...... Made it to work today... made it back to town.. Piggly Wiggly for a bottle of pop and a jar of peanuts to take to my buddy's wonderful annual Memorial Day party...AHRUH.. ARUH.. ARuh.. aruh... click.. Dead battery. Hmmm. Alternator?

Hangin' from a pine tree by my knees
Sun is shinin' through the shade
Nobody knows what its all about
It's too much, man, let it all hang out

Made the half mile walk from Piggly Wiggly to home to Google howintheheck to change the alternator on my car.. Kinda understood.... afoot to auto parts store.. looking for shortcut (I'm old)..en route, lady was leaving a nearby assisted care facility, walking to her car.. I took an abrupt right thru their parking lot (in her direction) as I saw a back way/shortcut to auto part's store.. three ladies on front porch saw this, (scared, I think, thinking maybe I was gonna go jump her) .. "Sir.. are you looking for something?".. "Nah, my car just broke down at the Piggly Wiggly.. I'm walking to the auto part's store"... "Darn, sorry, good luck mister." (And bless them for having the courage to speak up, understood.)

Saw a man walkin' upside down
My T.V.s on the blink
Made Galileo look like a Boy Scout
Sorry 'bout that, let it all hang out

Auto parts store.. "Sir, for your make/model, there is a 90 amp, and a 120 amp alternator, it matters... do you know which it is?"... "No... I don't.. what do I need to do, would the VIN help?"... "Yes, we need the VIN." Afoot to Piggly Wiggly. Bouta twenty minute walk. And back to auto parts store (bouta twenty minute walk) with insurance card with VIN # on it."... "I'm sorry sir, but I can't tell from your VIN which one you need." "Darn, ok, I'll just go pull it off." So.. afoot to Piggly Wiggly, bouta twenty minute walk.

Sleep all day, drive all night
Brain my numb, can't stop now
For sure ain't no doubt
Keep an open mind, let it all hang out

Piggly Wiggly, at my car. Ain't got the right tools. Didn't wanna call buddy, called.. he, his wife came.. together, we didn't have the right tools.. tried jumping the car. Huh uh. Took battery to anudder auto parts store to charge.. They took me home. Oops. Keys still in car at Piggly Wiggly, no getty into apartment. Ran, caught them. "Sorry!" Friend/wife hitched me back to Piggly Wiggly.. back to apt.

It's rainin' inside a big brown moon
How does that mess you baby up, leg
Eatin' a Reuben sandwich with sauerkraut
Don't stop now, baby, let it all hang out

Alarm set early to have at again tomorrow. Will ride bicycle to Perky's for early am breakfast.. Swing by auto parts store for battery.. back to Piggly Wiggly.. Hopefully drive car to auto parts store, buy the appropriate 'breaker bar' tool.. hopefully pull alternator.. purchase new.. figure out whereintheheck the serpentine belt went up/down/over/under. And hopefully drive away, bicycle taking up 3/4's of the room in my matchbox car.

Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out
Let it all hang out

Fountain/drain. I didn't pay very much for my car. I haven't had car payments. My car has been a faithful, reliable servant for a long time. I have had/will have, two full days off (rare). I got to take my g-daughter to "Spacebound" (inflatable bounce house thingy) yesterday.. I am lucky.


Your (memorable) Memorial Day? Love, Victurd

Dust in the wind......

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind

Fleeting, life is. Makes one want to scorn one's self for every bad mood.. every "nah, I'm too tired, I'm gonna stay home, you guys go have fun though"... Every urge to get up on the dance floor that ne'er went acted upon..
.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see

Family reunions.. Class reunions.. Marriage unions... Working buddies.. runnin' buddies.. memories die out.. We lose grandparents...... parents...... some day, it's our turn..

One day our only attachment to life here will be ancestry.com.

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind

Internal faith we must have, for one day no one will be here to remember us - we must live life so that we can remember our self as the best person we can be. Imperfect, human, but trying. (As always, I write to me, for me... hitchhikers welcome.)

Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, all your money won't another minute buy

I have heard of folks announcing "ready to go." Sure, we'll all get there one day - until then, let's inspire. Let's love. Let's have fun. Go, do, laugh, live. We might one day hunch a bit, not be as tall.. all the better to see God's green earth. We might not go as fast - but would you rather be doing 73 in the left lane on Interstate - or 35 on a windy, hilly, scenic country road? Going slower? All the better to see more! The back way of life, color me there.

Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind.

"...for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return." Fleeting. Suck up the moments, the mems. Make more. Smile, give - enjoy. Look for good, swerve around evil, ugly, wrong. (And don't fear speaking up on those convictions. I am kinda [lovingly, I think] referred to as 'troublemaker' at work. Call me whatever, I see 'wrong', I'm vocal, passionate.) Wrong tangent, sorry, kinda.

Point is. We won't have our voice forever, use it wisely. (Victor, I've heard you say some pretty stupid things.. I know peanutbutter breath (oops, slipped, sorry, kinda), scroll to 'imperfect, human, but trying'.) Won't have our eyesight forever, go - see. One day we will have to have the radio, TV, loud to simply hear it - my vote, why not crank it now! Feel, love, hug, enjoy, smile.

Most of all, have a good day. It's the only May 18th, 2013 we'll ever have. Love, Victurd.

It was a very good year......

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
Wed hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

Kisses, first ever.. Wheels? You mean I can go anywhere I want, within reason? The Kuu Kuu.. Formal dances.. "mom, can you help me tie this dang thing?"... We were a 5 hour energy drink, way before it was invented.

When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one

Sammy's... Shakey's.. Kelso's.. I'm an adult, but I'll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.
Friend's getting married... friend's having babies.. the landscape is changing..

When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
Wed ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five

Worries... Food on the table.. Corporate ladders.. Role modeling, all that matters. "NO, you can't have another candy bar, you'll never get to sleep.".. Somewhere amongst the hustle-bustle, "oh yeah, I love you, and now I remember why it's all worth it."

Now wait a minute...............

Frank... you went to fast.. the 40's... "so, I noticed you followed us home from graduation.. may I ask, your home, is that somewhere near where we live?"....College bills, back pills, sore feet ills.. Due to feeling horrific on Mondays "no thanks, I can't play in that basketball league on Sunday night this year -we're doing other things." The midriff has bulged. You're not a kid any more.

Fitties.. Screw the corporate ladder. Boss, leave me alone, and you'll be thankful for it. "Get off my ass (tailgater)"... AARP card, are you S#@ting me?.. The whim of 'not letting go of one's youth' and behavior alike leads to pulled muscles, torn this, separated that.. stubbed/broke/fell all this.

But now the days grow short
Im in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year

Seated in the chair, hands clasped behind the head, elbows out, watching the youngn's about. The 'want' to retire is tempered by the "is it really gonna be over? I wanna enjoy these last years of work".. "Yes honey (Grandchild).. I know it's 7pm, but sure you can have another Snickers.. here.".. Enjoyment in watching our own children wiggle through (scroll to "When I was 35")..

Of the age "don't wanna".. "don't haveta".. "don't care (what you, or anyone thinks")... "Nope, I don't wanna do that."... No more: resume's... PTA/Back to School.. Driving to/from soccer, little league, volleyball, dance... Car pools, baby stools..

Don't need the Current River.. the inside (fast) lane on 435.. Decisions made about what we want/don't, when we want.. The glow, coming from sitting back, watching others relive the stages of our lives.. 17 = who cares about tomorrow. 21 = don't wake me up before noon. 35 = we've got to plan tomorrow, today.

Old fart: Tomorrow? Sorry.. I' busy taking in today.

It was a mess of good years.. Love, Victurd

The Kansas City Chiefs Training at William Jewell...

(sorry to do this blog style, but it's me, who I am)

Going to paste this on "I remember Liberty when" website on FB.. Started to do a generic post, ask for other's mems... realized I had too many and fer sure the 'read more' thingy would come up.


The dates I've come up with are 1963, their arrival in making the transition from the Dallas Texans, to the Kansas City Chiefs. Their departure in 1990 to River Falls, WI..


Some mems....... I luckily grew up across the street from WJC, so having the Chiefs in town, as a sport's lover, little kid - was heaven.


I have a kajillion autographs, Mike Garrett, Lenny, Buck, Otis, Willie, Jan, Jerrill, EJ, Emmitt, Ernie, Curley, Bobby, a plethora, and now have no idea where they are....


Some mems: Going to the adjacent WJC baseball field where they'd setup goalposts for Jan to kick field goals.. being on the receiving end of them... firing them back to him, and hearing that accent "nice spiral kid".. (A day maker)...


My hound dog wandering up to WJC... EJ Holub (then, a center) blocking on the 7 man sled as 'Brownie' growled, grabbed his butt... and EJ kept blocking, trying to flick him off.


Playing racquetball in Brown Gym.. hearing a gentle rap on the door... open... "Mr Stram would like to play now"... ok


Jon Gilliam and Curley Culp wrestling in the basement of Brown on their way after practice... a huge welding tank tipped over on Curley's foot... missed the next game due to "injury suffered in practice."


Lived on Miller Street. Curfew was 10pm. 9:55pm, nightly, big, fancy cars would speed up our 25 mph street at 70 mph so they wouldn't miss curfew.


George Toma, and how he had the fields looking perfect.


The Corner Bar (I was older)... teammate asked Pete Beatherd (QB) to get him a bag of peanuts... he did.. guy said "just throw it to me"... Pete said "no... someone would probably intercept it"..


A wonderful time in my life. Would love to hear any mems you might have.

Love, Victurd