Want to hear my latest excuse? I brought home the traveler’s crud from New England. I feel awful, thank you. On another, marginally more cheerful note, I also am in the process of phone migration. I have gone from a flip phone, as depicted in the above A&J from 2008, to a modern cell phone. Yes, really. It’s a Galaxy s5, because I know there are those among you who actually would want to know. No, it’s not the latest, but as near as I can tell it does everything but laundry. I figure it’s good enough for me until I get used to it. That is all I am going to say about my cell phone. Or my very bad cold. I hope you have a great weekend! I plan to have a better one.

It’s that creepy guy!
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122 responses to “It’s that creepy guy!”
eMb: Guess I’m a cousin to both you and your blue-eyed cute female friend!
Debbe 😉 Bet you’ll listen to this one, too…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XFfUt7HQWM
Here I am awake ans looking across the water from my bed, lights across on shore and anchored boats below. It’s 1.45 a.m. and Dickens curled up, my faithful traveling friend. About to feel sad and cry. I have smiled all day.
Good morning Villagers…
Still present and accounted for….had another bout of pleurisy, feeling better though.
Jackie, what a wonderful view.
Miss Charlotte, so happy you get to go home tomorrow, very happy.
Some nice tributes to the heroes of 911:
http://www.gocomics.com/bc
and another….
http://www.gocomics.com/dogsofckennel?utm_source=gocomics&utm_medium=ymal&utm_campaign=ymal_dogsofckennel
GR 😉 he is sadly missed, but his music will remain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebtC3ORg9fU
…and if you have seven minutes and fourteen seconds to spare…his “Isn’t It a Pity” is beautiful.
http://www.today.com/pets/never-forget-last-9-11-ground-zero-search-dog-dies-t96676
…this made me cry
I’m back to being Jerry in Fl instead of from. How did the HP know? All else pales after looking at some 9/11 videos last night. On that day I put in a tape (that’s what we did in prehistoric times my children) and recorded 8 hours of the events of that day. I’ve never been able to watch the whole tape although I have 3 working vhs machines. Stoopid speilczech doesn’t know what vhs is. We all know what we did that day so I will just mention that on my way to the dentist that morning I already knew about the WTC buildings but then I heard on the radio about the Pentagon. I don’t know what the other drivers thought as I pounded the vacant seat next to me in frustration and anger. Note to self: plan on going back to Eufalla, Al some day. Amazing looking town.
Sorry, I cannot watch any 9-11 memorials or tapes. They are forever imprinted on my mind and I can rerun them any time I want, just like the Oklahoma bombing or the bombing of Pearl Harbor or the Vietnam war. That is what I once did for a living, the deaths and injur ies of civilian victims of war and attacks or just plain accidents.
Words fail me to describe how I feel. Love from a peaceful place.
Crud sucks. Doubly so with no sleep and pulling extra shifts. Headed to bed – hopefully to sleep?
My overriding memory, still sharp fifteen years later, is the sound of patrolling helicopters. I knew all air craft were grounded. I also knew there were most certainly military craft I will never know about in the air. I laid in my friend’s guest bed, listening to those helicopter blades fade in and out for hours, listening for some deviation – signifying the beginning of some new and more awful attack.
Peace and healing to body, spirit, and earth.
I will be interested to see how certain football players demonstrate their respect (or lack thereof) for our National Anthem and our Flag on this particular day.
I will spend it in quiet and peace among friends because of the sacrifice and service of others and I will remember. Thank you Mark and Ghost and others who served our country to give us to give us thar right.
Let’s all remember those who serve and sacrifice for us every day, the police, fire, hospital, military and the civilian heroes who step up when they don’t have to.
Nine one one is a true day of infamy and horror and heroes and sacrifice. Unfortunately it is a daily event somewhere in our world with victims and heroes we never know.
P.S. wish you were here with the crud Jimmy, Ghost, Rusty, Mark, Mindy and anyone else with a remote interest in Victorian towns, art, books, food, music and boats and history. Gotta go.
Tried to post this a couple of hours ago, but the A&J site crashed. So… I’ll try again!
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Below is something that I posted on Facebook five years ago… Due to the personal circumstances, I do not think the true impact of the national events hit me until later. My mind could not, at that time, accept the possibilities.
But…I think about those who lost friends and family on that day and the fear that permiated our lives… I think of those of my parents’ generation who experienced the horrors of WW II… I think of all the ones who have – and continue to be – experience all the aspects of war… and I pray for all of those in the past and in the future…
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Sept 11, 2011
Ten years ago I was at work when my daughter called – a plane has crashed into the Twin Towers in NY! Everyone was trying to find out what happened… someone hooked up a TV and we watched replay after replay… then the other reports of Flight 93 and the Pentagon… I was numb. That night, my son in FL called and said that his daughter had been hit by a car and had a fractured skull… I told him I was coming! Notified my supervisor & my sisters. The sisters decided I should not make the trip alone so all three of us took off for FL the next morning. It was an eerie drive… not much traffic, no airplanes overhead, highway patrol cars every few miles, listening to the radio trying to find out what was happening, not knowing what we would find when we arrived… very surreal. Thankfully, my granddaughter was OK, but I kept thinking of those families who were not OK…
Jackie, sorry I can’t be there, but glad to be here!
I am also glad you are having such a great time, and that Dickens is getting attention overload from all the folks coming by to see Stella. Good for you both!
Unfortunately Ghost, a Kansas City player made an a** of himself. KC is down 21-3 midway through the 3rd Quarter and San Diego is about to score again.
And San Diego can’t hold on..
I was at work on 9/11, doing telephone tech support (on a senior level) for a major ISP. We learned about what was happening, bit by bit, as information became available, often from our callers. Later that afternoon, purely by chance, the main ADSL equipment in NYC went down, hard. And stayed down, for several weeks. For most of that time, all DSL there had to go through equipment in another city, causing delays and bottlenecks.
I turned on the TV that morning, as I was about to finish preparing to go to work, just in time for the initial, confused reports of an airplane hitting the WTC, along with the first video. I noted the clear weather conditions, and thought, “That makes no sense.” Minutes later, when I saw the second airline hit the South Tower, I thought, “Now it does.”
I drove to work thinking, “Now I know how people felt on December 7, 1941.”
TruckerRon:
I know exactly what you mean by needing a break from technology. The world was already too much with us, and the modern constant interconnections with everything are draining.
I forgot to mention another reason why I continue to use my dumb phone: No one even imagines stealing it.
Heck, I’ll bet that I couldn’t give it away, even if I told the person that I will continue to pay the monthly charges.
Everyone:
This is a hard day.
Ran across this 2014 gem:
A sociologist who observes the deterioration of social relationships might be considered a canary in the gemeinschaft. Gary Muldoon, Fairport, New York
Peace,
Headline in today’s Strib:
Riverfront property selling at fraction of cost; comes with 1,000 parking spots, 1,600 acres, and two unfinished reactors.
Peace,
emb, http://www.al.com/news/huntsville/index.ssf/2016/09/unfinished_alabama_nuclear_pow.html#incart_river_home
It took over three weeks, but the worst symptoms of my hospital crud seem to have finally abated. My energy level, however, is still only 82% of normal. (I did the math.)