Monday, July 07, 2008

Jehovah's Witnesses Should Read This


Over the years, I have had many conversations with the magazine pushing Jehovah's Witnesses. Both in person and online.......especially on Paltalk. While it has been a relatively long period of time since I have participated in discussions on Paltalk, I was recently reminded of those nights on Paltalk where the subject of patriotism often came up.

As you know, we have just had the Fourth Of July weekend and the Olympics are about to begin soon. Also, Venus and Serena Williams are in the news again with the Wimbledon Tennis championship matches. So how does all of this bring up those nights on Paltalk?.....well.......because Venus and Serena Williams are "devout" Jehovah's Witnesses. No big deal to the average person perhaps.....but......to those who have had any kind of dealings with Jehovah's Witnesses, either in the family or from having discussions about cult groups, this entry to the blog should toss some "new light" or at least a brighter light into their abyss.

Abyss........hmmmm........bottomless pit?

This picture reminded me also of the Jehovah's Witnesses. Sometimes people are told to believe certain things as truth without question or verification. No proof is needed for those who follow a bunch of geezers who claim to be the voice of Jehovah. While they once touted the words "Make Sure Of All Things and Hold Fast To What Is True".......when dealing with a Jehovah's Witness, you quickly discover that those old geezers never meant what they said. When presented with documentation....evidence which not only supports but verifies the facts about any argument with them, they seem to just put on that false smile and change the subject. I have seen this done thousands of times.
As I stated before, Venus and Serena Williams are professional tennis stars and damn good at what they do. They also happen to be Jehovah's Witnesses. Why this is worthy of mention is that every Jehovah's Witness would tell you that Jehovah's Witnesses do not get involved with "worldly" matters such as politics, wars or patriotism. Their sole allegiance is said to be to "Jehovah". Surely, everyone who has ever been to a school is aware that if there is a Jehovah's Witness child in the class, he cannot participate in any holiday activities, birthday celebrations, or standing up with the class for the Pledge Of Allegiance. This is a fact that no Jehovah's Witness would ever deny.

Hmmmmm..........but they DO indeed deny it when told of Venus and Serena Williams, being "devout" Jehovah's Witnesses, and parading around participating in patriotic displays of carrying and waving the American Flag.....smiling.....happy.....and proud of representing their country.

Denial.....denial......denial. These pictures do not lie. I even bet that Venus and Serena Williams aren't fibbing when they tell the press that they are "devout" Jehovah's Witnesses. But how is it that Venus and Serena are able to wave the flag and the rest of the cult members cannot? Any other dub in the bunch would be disfellowshipped or at the very least have to sit before a group of elders and get "counselled" for their behavior. My own moron-in-law would deny or try to excuse these pictures.
This is a big problem for Jehovah's Witnesses. What will they do? The Watchtower Bible and Tract Society, the multi-billion dollar publishing corporation that leads the cult, doesn't appear to want to discuss the issue of Venus and Serena. Instead, the bottom feeders are continually subjected to their control. Here is the rub............surely you know that the Jehovah's Witnesses themselves are what keeps the corporation afloat financially. The average Jehovah's Witness contribution is most likely pale and pitiful compared to the money coughed up by those members such as Prince (yes, THAT Prince) or Venus and Serena Williams. Common sense has got to tell you that the Watchtower would not want to cut off such a large amount of money coming in.

Believe it or not, one Jehovah's Witness tried to explain away the above picture by suggesting that you could "plainly see that Williams showed her disdain for having to pose that way by SITTING on part of the flag"! Imagine that! I have heard all sorts of excuses such as, "she must be inactive" or "she must be unbaptised" or even "disfellowshipped".........hehehe.

The bottom line is this.........

Venus and Serena Williams are indeed Jehovah's Witnesses and Jehovah's Witnesses are forbidden to do the things that Venus and Serena can do.

And THAT just so happens to show you one simple example of how the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society is run by hypocrites.

Print these pictures out and save them for the next Jehovah's Witness that comes to your door.............it is far easier to show them the pictures instead of trying to explain to them that they are taught by those old Watchtower geezers that Jesus is Abaddon (Abaddon is the fallen angel of the abyss) and that their governing body were the locusts of the abyss in Revelation 9.........hehehe..........oh........and the Witnesses themselves have the documentation to back that one up........hehehe.

If you have a comment, feel free to comment. If you are a Jehovah's Witness and have another bullhockey excuse for Venus and Serena, go ahead and comment away. I will make sure your words are posted along with this blog entry.

Oh.......and before anyone tries to claim "they carried the flag because it was part of their job".......that excuse won't flush because if that was the case then every Jehovah's Witness that works in a restaurant would gladly participate in singing "Happy Birthday" to customers. You will have to be better than that.

Monday, June 23, 2008

George Carlin

I remember it like it was yesterday..............It was September of 1972 and I had bought the George Carlin album "FM & AM" and got it home......put it on the turntable........and my life changed. I loved humor and still do.............but Carlin was sooooooooo different.........he was special. I can safely say that Carlin influenced me. Not only that, but he was one of those people that when you see him you cannot help having the feeling that you "knew" him. I first saw him on the Tonight Show and remember thinking "He looks familiar". His humor was almost always built upon things that are true........and the truth is always funny.

I was fortunate to have been able to attend one of his performances at the Meyerhoff in Baltimore. We paid some outrageous price for the tickets and were subjected to a solid two hours of punishing humor. He ended the show with the words "Go F**k Yourselves!". As the years had gone by, Carlin had morphed into the "angry old man"..............and still as funny as ever. I did not always agree with his view of the world, but I always could appreciate why he had those views.

I woke up this morning to hear that George Carlin passed away from a heart attack at age 71.

Shhhhhhhh...................

Thanks George!

Friday, June 20, 2008

Ahhh The Week Has Ended

Once upon a time, I let my beard keep growing and growing....as seen in the above picture. The upside to this was that people move out of your way at the store. The downside to the long beard was I would always get little old ladies that came up to me at Burger King that would say "You look like one of the apostles." Another upside was that people thought I was a biker and therefore left me alone and never tried to start anything with me. Now that was interesting.......and yet, still to this day some people think I am a biker. I have only been on a motorcycle once and I immediately decided that I prefer four wheels on the ground. Also, I would continually be compared to Charles Manson. Hmmmmm......let's just say that the only thing me and Charlie have ever had in common was that we both have a large FAMILY......hehehe. Oh well......that's me, years ago in the picture........the non-conformist that I am.

See this picture? ..........Surely, you know already that NBC's Tim Russert passed away. He appeared to be a very likeable guy and I would have to say that he may well have been the only reason to ever watch NBC. Now just look at this picture again..........see the alien behind him?

Everytime I would see Tim Russert, I had to think about his evil twin that was separated from him at birth. Well, you tell me............either it's his evil twin or it's the same person.

This is Jeffrey Jones........Tim Russert's evil twin. Jones is an actor and you probably have seen him on countless tv shows and movies. You have to think the two gotta be related in some way.

Now is this Tim Russert or Jeffrey Jones?

This is scary stuff.

I was watching the Gene Simmons Roast on A&E network the other night and one of the guest roasters was comedian Paul Rodriguez. Now every time I see Paul Rodriguez I expect him to start playing a piano and belting out "I Love You Just The Way You Are".

Likewise, whenever I see Billy Joel, I am expecting some Hispanic comedy.

Now wait a second!............is this Joel or Rodriguez?

Rodriguez?

Uh oh........somebody lost some hair!

..........But then again.........it is show biz and it ain't so hard to cover up that dome.

Hey...........YOU figure it out.......I give up!

Meanwhile.......it is finally the end of the week and it is time to hopefully relax and make some noise with the Murph........................it may be noise "but it's still rock and roll to me".

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Something I Forgot To Tell Everyone

On June 5th my baby sister, EBCBEBR had another birthday. I love my baby sister.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY
EBCBEBR !!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

A Few Thoughts

Aren't you getting tired of hearing about this alleged "global warming"? For some reason there are certain people such as Al Gore that fully expect that the largest portion of human beings on this planet are complete idiot moron lemmings that will have no common sense and fall for every load of bullshit thrown their way. Today I read an article where NASA is planning to send a space probe toward the corona of the sun. They say that they want to learn why the sun does certain things such as:

Why is the sun actually cooler than its surrounding area?

What speeds up the radiation and ions from the sun after it is discharged?

I also ran across another report that states that the sun is currently at the end of a cycle and that for the past few years, the sun has been "quiet". Hmmmmm. What do they mean about "quiet"? It turns out that there has not been any sunspot activity for a few years. Hmmmmm.
No sunspots? The satellite industry surely won't complain about that. I also read where scientists say that a new sun cycle will start up in 2012..........Hmmmmmm.....now ain't that interesting? I recommend that people actually read up on the sun and what scientists are saying. It is very enlightening and totally flies in the face of all of this propaganda that we keep hearing in the media.

"Global Warming"..............think about it. The Earth does not radiate from within. The earth is not the source of heat. The Sun IS. If anything is actually getting hotter it would be the Sun. If anything is causing the earth to get "warmer" it has to be the Sun. Plain and simple. Politicians, such as Barack Obama, want YOU to believe that YOU are causing the planet to heat up. If you believe that, then you are a moron.

Oh.....and here is another little tidbit about the sun and the earth.............scientists say that in something like a billion years, the sun will have completely consumed the earth. In other words, the sun will likely become a black hole. Now imagine somebody trying to tell you that it would be YOUR fault that this is gonna happen...........Now also imagine somebody trying to tell you that there is something that mere humans can do to stop it from happening!

I am thinking that there should be at least one seat onboard that sun probe........for Al Gore.
And maybe we can tell him to bring back some pictures.........hehehe.

Meanwhile...........

Ask yourself why anyone would vote for this dude fro President of the United States:

Well, I won't be voting for him. No, not because he has a cigarette.......hehehe.....but.....because he is a Marxist. Plain and simple. That a black man is a Marxist ought to be alarming to anyone. Some would say, "Hey now, Obama is only HALF black". Hmmmmm. Does this mean than it is his "white" side that is the Marxist portion? Well, I wouldn't vote for an all-white Marxist either......so there!

Oh well........I suppose this is enough for today. I plan on writing a little more often in the days to come.............not that there is a huge contingent of people who log on to the internet and visit this blog to see what I write next.........hehehe.

By the way............do what I do when I log onto the internet.......visit these sites daily:

www.boortz.com
www.drudge.com.

Now you know.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Signtopia Says......


Howdy everybody!

Gee whiz it is June already! Much has been done and much yet to do.

Here's what is on my mind today........

Regarding Hillary Clinton..........I have been watching the news reports about the Democratic Primary Presidential Campaign and here we are at the alleged end of the line. It has been reported that Barack Obama has enough delegates to take to the convention and that Hillary will have to concede........hmmmm. It has also been reported that the Clinton campaign will be requesting that the Obama contingent pay for some of her campaign debt........hmmmm. It has been obvious that the "left-wing" media has been touting Obama as their man for President for quite some time......hmmm. Here is my take on all of this.

Personally neither Obama nor Hillary could convince me to vote for them.....not even if they offered me some money or promised to end world hunger..........hey......sometimes I enjoy being hungry. It seems to me that if Hillary was serious about really wanting the job as President and was determined to get that job and meant everything she has been saying on the campaign trail, then she would have to realize that the Democrat vote is split and that Obama has NOT had anything near a landslide victory. This means that she has at least as much a chance of winning in the general election as Obama does. Having said that, she also has to realize that her own party of Democrats has pretty much stabbed her in the back throughout this campaign. If she has been a "leader" of the democrat party, you sure couldn't tell it from boneheads like Ted Kennedy or Nancy Pelosi. So the message to Hillary is..............she needs to tell the Democratic Party where to shove it, and march forward and run for president as an independent candidate. If she does this, she still might not win, however, if she does indeed run as an Independent candidate she will be shoving her entire pantsuit up the ass of the Democrats.......a little payback.....because this would pretty much guarantee a victory for the Republican John McCain. I would have far more respect for Hillary if she played hardball and showed the intestinal fortitude and gall to become an Independent. How quickly everyone forgets how the Democratic Party dropped Joe Lieberman like a hot potato.....and he ran for office as an Independent and beat the Democrats in an election. Good for him.

Regarding Obama..............maybe you should read what I have written in the past about him. If he wins the general election and becomes president, it's all over folks.............stick a fork in this country. Perhaps I will go into detail in the future.

Regarding John McCain.........maybe he is a nice guy, maybe he ain't..........but I contend that he is our only alternative unless somebody pops up out of nowhere worth voting for.

Who would have ever thought?


Whenever I see John McCain........I keep waiting to see if Art Garfunkel stands next to him and starts singing.

Yep...........John McCain..........Paul Simon...............what can I say?

I remember watching those old Blondie and Dagwood movies as a kid. They were hilarious. Remember?.......it was Penny Singleton that played Blondie..........

..........and Hollywood screwed up big time when they didn't notice how much Cybil Sheppard looks like Penny Singleton. She would have been perfect as Blondie if they had remade some of those old films. They could have even came up with new stories about Blondie........but you and I know that Hollywood hasn't been able to come up with any new stories about anything in the past 20 years.

Since I mentioned Art Garfunkel...............whenever I see a picture of him I think of.....

........Larry Fine of the Three Stooges.

Let me tell you a story about Whoopie Goldberg. I remember that several years back she had been filming a movie in the Baltimore area and I just so happened to be walking past the Tremont Hotel and saw a large tour bus parked in front. I continued walking past and wondered whose bus it could be..........and as I approached the front entrance to the hotel, out comes Whoopie Goldberg and she looked at me, and I looked at her and I continued walking up the sidewalk. After about ten or so steps I looked back to see if she was getting on that tour bus. When I looked back........I saw her looking at me. Surely I did not look familiar to her...........then again, at that time I didn't look like Ted Danson either......hehehe.......oh well........I kept walking. Maybe she was stunned that I didn't pester her for an autograph......hehehe.

Now.......whenever I see Whoopie on television it is like seeing music producer Nile Rodgers.

And whenever I see Nile Rodgers............it is like seeing Whoopie. Go Figure!

Oh well......that's enough for today.

Until next time........keep smiling.........it's the END OF THE WORLD!

Friday, May 30, 2008

Legacy

If you have been reading this blog at all, surely you can understand why I say that I am not only the luckiest man on the planet........but......also truly blessed. My primary goal in life has been to have a family.........and by golly I have accomplished exactly that. It has been no easy ride.....no piece of cake......a real challenge.........sometimes even a harrowing experience. All of that and yet it has been my pleasure to do my share to increase the surface population.

Countless school visits........programs, ceremonies, performances along with more than a few confrontations with principals and teachers regarding their own ineptness at educational expertise. Hey.......I have an excuse.....but THEY are supposed to have credentials.........you know what I mean.

Unbelievably busy schedules where it seemed like we were booked so solid that sometimes there wasn't enough time to read the newspaper while on the toilet.......hehehe...........always on the run here and there.

Just about everything that was done was for the kids. They were the priority. Sometimes you wish you could relive alot of the experience just so you can slow things down and absorb what was taking place. Thankfully, I did take alot of video and snapshots throughout it all, and I often look back and say to myself, "What was I thinking!?".......hehehe. After I am long dead and gone, I have to know that a part of me will continue on through my kids. I am sure of that. For better or worse.............good with the bad................and I like that fact. I would imagine that if anyone had a family that was perfectly perfect it would be rather irritating. Imagine having kids that were always right to the extent that they would always be pointing out when you are wrong about stuff................Hey!.......I am entitled to be wrong about stuff! There is a certain glory in having been wrong about something and then correcting that wrong............accomplishment in the face of all odds against you kind of stuff.

So here is my legacy..........the kids...........imperfect, yet EXACTLY what I wanted and needed.

Yep........I have done good.

And the legacy continues on............

.........Look at all the little fartknockers!

Monday, May 12, 2008

Memories Of An Uncertain Past

Sometimes the past haunts you. Not necessarily in a bad way, but in all sorts of ways. You only get one childhood in your lifetime........unfortunately, when you are a child, not too many of the adults that surround you at that time are even thinking straight or even considering the various repercussions that will result for events that took place. This is not so much a complaint......think of it as simply a reflection. I have to sit here and hope that I have succeeded where others had failed before me. Failures in life are probably a necessary evil. It is what people do after a failed event that will be important to any child later in their lives. You wanna remember when the adults stepped up to the plate and made things right for you. Sadly, sometimes a ship sinks and not always do the captains survive and either make it to shore or get themselves a better boat.

Such is the story of my childhood, I suppose.

Without getting into sordid details, I shall share a bit of my childhood. No..........this is not going to hurt, it is not going to be hilarious, nor will it be like any epic tale..........whaddya expect?........this is just a blog entry......hehehe.

As it was, I was driving around about a week ago, and I decided to revisit one of the many old neighborhoods that I had lived in as a child. In particular, I drove through what is known as Waltherson.............but when I lived there it was called Gardenville. Go figure........it is one of those areas where community boundaries are very questionable. To me........it is Gardenville. Some of this neighborhood is the same as it was when I was a kid but with a few changes here and there. Of course, crime is a problem here now, yet not nearly as bad as other communities in Baltimore. Driving through, I am taken back to when I was a kid........I remember going "trick or treat" on all of these streets.........I remember walking.......I remember the other kids and wonder where they are now..........sometimes you would love to hear what others may have went through in life so that you have something to compare to. Surely, 99% of the families that once lived here have moved on.......and some have passed away. There is a part of me that wonders if any of them even remember the kids from 5009 Oaklyn Avenue.

This is how the house looks today. It is still the same except for a few things. Vinyl siding has replaced the old shingles.........different door.........the two large bushes that were at the beginning of the walkway are long gone..............a bay window was put in place. The living room was on the left...........my parent's bedroom was on the right. There was a fairly large tree that was in the middle of the grass on the left. I do not remember the bush that you can see further back.....maybe it was a very small bush some 42 years ago. On the right side of the front yard was a mimosa tree which I used to climb and play on..........it too is long gone. The azalea bush to the left of the front door is still there.........it has grown nicely and beautiful as ever.

Ahhhhhhh........I zoom in with my camera.........picture a kid in an Oriole shirt sitting on a pony right there in front of that window and azalea bush..........can you picture it? Back in the day......particularly the mid 1960's.......milk was delivered in glass bottles, Rice's Bakery delivered bread and doughnuts and cakes, topsoil vendors would come by and sell fresh dirt (hmmmm......what is stale dirt?), and the Good Humor Man came down the street once a day........and it just so happened that one day a truck came down Oaklyn Avenue with a horse trailer. A man got out of the truck and went to each door selling pony portraits. So you grab a kid, set him on the pony, the man takes the picture and they send them to you in the mail. Fantastic.........this kind of thing is sorely needed today. Most of today's kids never see a horse unless they go to the horse. 1965 and the horse comes to your home..........fantastic!.............and I, of course, just had to get on that pony!...........Can you see it? Can you picture a young Signtopia on a pony?.............sure you can............

.....and there I was. I was thrilled!..............this city boy was on a real horse! A moment in time that will last as long as I breathe.............gee..........I bet the photographer had no idea just how important he was in children's lives..........and I bet he didn't even make more than three or four dollars per picture.........probably less.

My bedroom was on the right at the back of the house. The bathroom was where that smaller window is. My sisters had the two rooms on the second floor. I remember a time when they had a sleepover and my dad took two poles and taped them together and strapped a doll to the end of the poles and raised it up to the second floor window...........hehehe...........my dad...........years later, I would do a variation of this trick on my own kids..........I would tie some jingle bells to a pole and lift them up outside the kids bedroom window and add to their Christmas fervor.....hehehe.
It's a shame that mimosa tree is gone...................it all seems so small now. I suppose the older you get, the smaller the world gets around you.

It was right there............that piece of roadway...........I fell off of my bike......hit a rock on the street, the front tire twists to the left and down I went. Face first into the cement street. Blood everywhere.......my oldest sister carries me into the house.........this was a "trauma" situation! We didn't have a car, so my uncle had to come and take us to the hospital. A lot of time went by recuperating from that accident.......no broken bones.......just some nasty road burn over a large portion of my face. I can still smell the Phisohex that the doctors wanted my mom to keep putting on my face. Oh well............I suppose I recovered okay and did not get scarred to badly........after all, I did grow up and marry Supernurse.......hehehe.

I remember just waisting some time and digging into the ground next to the large tree that once sat in the front yard. I had a small stick in my hand and I just kept digging a small hole......and then I hit something!........At first I had thought it was a root........but I kept digging and poking around it and I struck gold!..........well..........it wasn't gold......but it was BRONZE! I found about three or four old coins........and I remember looking at them and seeing how odd they were.....they were rather large for pennies.........about the size of a half dollar. Turned out that they were British Pennies with King George on them.........WOW! I wonder how they got there in the ground on that spot.

We used to think this was a steep hill.........hehehe. The sledding in the winter was fun.

We used to think that Oaklyn Avenue was wide and long, too. I remember that we would always take a popsicle stick and go sit in the street and pop the bubbles in the tar seams. Picture large cement road sections joined together with a bead of tar. In the hot sun, the tar would form bubbles and when you dragged a popsicle stick over those bubbles, they would pop. We didn't have no computer games back them.............so we had popsicle sticks.......hehehe. We would play games............Fifty Scatters, SPUD, Handball, Curb-ball, Dodge, Hide & Seek, Red Light.........every kid on the street would play. Me and Jimmy Cline would play "Army" and we both had our own GI JOE's. I remember the Blizzard of '66.......snow, snow and more snow! I remember the one day that the Good Humor Man stopped for us and Debbie Jones' parents were not home and she thought that someone was in the house. She told the Good Humor Man and he grabbed this large metal hook that he kept with him so that he could reach deep into the ice box and grab boxes of ice cream..........and he took that hook and went into her house and looked around to see if anyone was in there. It turned out that nobody was in her house and he went back to the ice cream truck and began to dispense with the ice cream as each one of us kids would climb up into the front seat and ring the jingle bells. It was a big deal.

Our time here on Oaklyn Avenue was too short yet for a child it seemed much longer. That it still remains in my heart, makes that time an eternity.

Oaklyn Avenue intesects with Biddison Lane and above that, it intersects with Forrester Avenue. At that intersection, in the very middle of the intersection, is a cemetery. It is the Biddison Family Cemetery. It is still there after all these years and sadly, nobody has ever taken care of it. Tombstones are knocked over and the weeds and brush are overgrown. If you or I let our own property go like that, we would face some serious consequences. I have no idea why this has been let go as long as it has. It dishonors those whose remains are buried there. I remember the huge walnut trees and the hundreds of walnuts that would be on the street surrounding the cemetery. Today, walnuts have been replaced by trash, bottles, and used needles.

Surely, the Biddison family still has living people in it. Where are they and when are they going to do something about this? And if they have all passed.......the City Of Baltimore should cherish its history and honor the Biddisons by cleaning up this cemetery. From what I have read, the Biddison's once owned all of this land in this area.

On Biddison Lane, at the intersection with Eugene Avenue, sits what once was the Vitak family home and business. They had a grocery store here. They even had fresh meat, Mr Vitak was a butcher. I would go to this store very often. Mrs Vitak was a nice a lady as it gets. I would get candy here. I wonder what ever happened to them. Surely, they have passed away.

John's Bar.......as it looks today...........is on Belair Road on the corner of Bellwood. Every Saturday, me and my father would walk to the A&P Grocery Store and my dad would stop in here for a beer or two. Often there would be an Orioles game on the tv above the bar......I remember that it was a color tv except that the predominant color was green for some reason. John, the bartender, had really bad arthritis and his hands were distorted and he must have struggled to serve glasses of Natty Boh. Me?........I would have a Coke and my dad would give me some change for the nut machines.......and there were two of them......one had pistachios and one had cashews. My dad would knock down a couple of beers and we would go grocery shopping.......of course, after we were finished, we would cross the street and stop back in at John's Bar. After a few more beers, we would walk the rest of the way home with our groceries. Sometimes my dad hand carried four grocery bags.........that is until we got a two wheeled folding grocery cart. Then he would overload it with stuff until the tires would practically flatten. My dad really enjoyed grocery shopping..........but he enjoyed his Natty Boh a bit too much.

There's Gil's Pizza. Gil's originally was further down Belair Road up across from the Woodlea Bakery near the Earle Theater. Today, it is located just south of Biddison Lane in a place that was once a record shop. John's Bar was in the next block and my dad and I would have to walk right past the record shop every Saturday............twice! The importance of this little tidbit of information is that my life changed because of that record shop. Each time we passed by that record shop, I would look at the displays in the front window. There they were. Four half silhouetted faces on cardboard with a record half pulled out from it..........on display.....right there in that window. Oh the torture! The pain. The agony. I had to have one of them. I needed one of those. "Dad?........Look at that!"

After a few weeks of "Dad?.......Can I.......?".............he said "Yes!" Oh man........I was in heaven.
We went in and I became the proud owner of my first Beatles album. I wanted to be a Beatle. Oh yeah.....yeah.....yeah. It was beyond magical. The music was getting into my head.........it was an escape. Now, when times would get difficult, I could escape with the music. My dad got that record for me because he loved me.......no other reason. I don't know if he ever knew what that meant to me. Maybe I didn't even realize at that time what it would come to mean to me. Life continued on after that day. Life changed drastically. All that is left is the memories and perhaps that is the way it should be. Nobody can blemish or mar or trash those memories. Memories cannot go unkept, unless you have Alzheimer's. Good memories are never buried in an abandoned cemetery.

Interestingly, as I began my visit to the old neighborhood, I drove past Saint Anthony's Church on Frankford Avenue. It was where I recieved my first holy communion. The sign in front had a marquee on which it said "YOU CAN VISIT THE PAST BUT YOU CANNOT STAY".

Amazing, huh?