Monday, November 29, 2004

For What It's Worth

The Patriots are 10-1 and I hear the talk of New England is how to keep the Red Sox together. The Patriots upstaged by the largest story in New England sports history, the blue and silver headed step children of the Red Sox quietly doing the unheard of in the age of NFL parity, 25 of 26 and still the Red Sox take the headlines.

The more I watch the western conference teams play basketball, the more convinced I am that I was robbed of knowing good basketball as a child outside Larry Bird.

"Till the Last Man" the latest novel from Jeff Shaara begins his foray into the 20th century as it covers World War I continues the tried and true formula begun by his father in "The Killer Angels".

The chase for the Nextel Cup gave NASCAR what it needed in tv ratings, but bastardized the championship meant for season long consistency in order to award the hot hand over the last 10 races.

No matter who you spend Thanksgiving with, nothing fills the hole left by the absence of family.

The PHS football alumni welcome the newest team, that of '04 to the post season club and honor that now only belongs to 4 teams in school history. None have ever won a game but we won't talk about it.

Why is it that men, no matter what we do or don't realize we've done can seemingly piss off the whole female gender? My answer, we think different.

Another fact of reality, when you're looking for a career advancement move...nothing seems available. Is it a matter of there being nothing or being too picky?

What's the difference be the Aggies and decade old raisin bran? The Aggies belong in a bowl.

I think a few days in San Diego followed by New Years in Vegas would be fun.

He's not flashy, but Tom Brady is my first choice at QB if given a choice.

Speaking of Brady, should we send Mo Lewis a thank you note for that hit on Drew a few years ago yet?

10-1 and the question remains, Will the Sox resign Varitek?

Thursday, November 25, 2004

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hurricane Warning: BEAT VETS!
BTHO tu!

Wish you were here.
Wish I was there.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

NOVEMBER 18, 1999 - NOVEMBER 18, 2004

November 18, 1999 the Texas A&M Bonfire Stack collapsed, killing 12 Aggies.
Today the Aggie family marks the 5th Anniversary of that fateful day with the
dedication of the Bonfire Memorial, in the very spot the stack collapsed. Aggies still mourn, we still remember, we will never forget.

After the Last Corps Trip
by Kathryn Holmes Smith

And the colonel of the Cadet Corps said,
As he stiffly took his stand,
"It's just another Corps Trip, boys
We'll march in behind the band."

Then heaven's pearly portals opened,
Hosts of Angels showed the way,
For that Fighting Texas Aggie group
On that final Judgment Day.

When more Aggies came in view.
Twelve dressed in Bonfire gear
Walking arm and arm, and singing
Of the School they hold so dear.

Twelve Aggie voices said "Howdy"
To the keepers of the Gate.
"Working hard we just lost track of time,
We hope we're not too late."

"It's the Fighting Aggie Bonfire Crew,"
St. Peter said, ‘Behold."
They're ready to light up Heaven,
With their courage and faith so bold."

"I would often watch them building,
That Stack so large and high,
And surely knew the time would come
They would build it in the sky."

And so the twelve came through the Gates,
St. Peter said, "Don't fear,
You are just in time for Roll Call"
One by one, they answered. . . ‘Here.'

Christopher D. Breen "Here"
Jerry Don Self "Here"
Michael Steven Ebanks "Here"
Jeremy Richard Frampton "Here"
Lucas John Kimmel "Here"
Christopher Lee Heard "Here"
Brian Allen McClain "Here"
Jamie Lynn Hand "Here"
Nathan Scott West "Here"
Chad Anthony Powell "Here"
Miranda Denise Adams "Here"
Timothy Doran Kerlee, Jr. "Here"
Perspective, always a good thing to have. I've been stressing over things at work and losing persepctive of things. Sleepless nights wondering about work and know the so called "grown up" stuff. It has made me tired, grumpy, and down right irritable...probably a pain the ass to deal with too. Last night it all got put back into the proper order.

Congratulations to the Ferguson's on the finalization of their adoptions, two new little one's running around that house. That make's 5, so they have their own basketball team now! As some of you may know and others may not, I'm marooned in College Station for Thanksgiving. Having no plans, I now have some thanks to the large hearts of some of my friends. It's also reassuring to know that I won't be the only one here for the weekend. I'll miss the smells of home, but I can recreate some of them with my own culinary skills. I was also able to talk to, however briefly, with...well the words best friend doesn't quite do justice...but you know who you are! It's amazing how just a kind word, a smile, and understanding can help brighten the day.

Ok, there is a lesson here....

God, family and friends, that's what life is about. All the other stuff, and that's what it is stuff, we tolerate and put up with to funciton in society, put food on the table and pay the bills, is secondary. Those closest to us, know us best and somehow give us that slap we need to remember just what is important. Well not a literal slap, though sometimes I do need one of those too. Day by day, whatever happens happens, but with them and perspective, who can complain and grumble? I can't when I look at it that way. Though I might, I shouldn't.'s a powerful thing... keep things in a lockbox. :-)

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Welcome to the abyss. That deep, dark hole that for some reason or another manages to find you every now and then. Have you ever gone to work, hoping to get fired from a job you enjoy? Did you think Office Space could ever have a real life cousin? Did you ever once feel so down in mouth that you had to look up with a periscope to see your food?

Welcome to the world I now inhabit. Welcome to my office and my job. We're going bankrupt, no matter what the owners say, I'm sure we're going to close...soon. Morale is now at an all time low. Bloodlettings and floggings might actually improve it because that would give us something to look forward to.

A year ago when looking for employment while finishing grad school, I decided for a variety of reasons to try to stay around town. Best decision I ever made, it's been a wonderful year one of the happiest I can ever recall, thank God for it daily. Now, I find myself at one of those cross roads points in life, it's kind of interesting. Very seldom do people recognize these points, sometimes they are a chance meeting on a bus with the person you end up married to, others like this stare you down like a train, one lonesome whistle and a bright light. All you can do is stand on the tracks and see who flinches first. Trains don't flinch, people do. The only question is where you land when you dive out of the way.

There are several options, on each side are multiple soft flower beds, perfect for landing. Each with it's own set of good and bad. A rose bush has thorns, daisies have bees, the tulips have ants, etc. The question is how to choose. The only way is simple, pray for God to guide to you to where He wants you. We must remember that life isn't always hugs and puppies. Sometimes "life is pain, anyone who says otherwise is selling something."

Monday, November 08, 2004

Well folks it don't happen often, but I feel like waxing poetic in public on the fly... feel free to comment using the comment feature. I actually write quite a bit, but seldom ever share it...tonight I just feel like edits, no thought...just writing what comes to mind. I hope you like it.

Cool northwind makes the autumn breeze
Whistlin and rattlin through the trees.
The moon above walks its course so straight,
As I sit and ponder at this hour late.
Thoughts and musings running through my head,
Unable to get myself into bed.
I think of things in my private night,
That in the day do not see light.
Of things so somber and so blue,
Of things so happy and so true.
Tell me owl on the air,
Of the maiden young and fair.
Who this night you have seen,
Dancing by the light of moonbeam.
Radiant beauty all behold,
Yet for one as such there is no mold.
Tell me crickett chirping away,
Do you know what I shall do this day?
Cirlces and squares the pegs don't fit,
What all will come of it?
At the TV I sit and stare,
Of events worlwide I'm made aware.
Around the world blood will run red,
And Fezzik reminds me that they'll "all be dead."
And yet in sadness and despair,
I still can see that maiden fair.
And I wonder wouldn't life be grand,
If only, only she'd take my hand.
And through this world we would parade,
till that day for which all were made.

Thursday, November 04, 2004

In Loving Memory:
Walter L. "Salty" Brine
"No School Foster-Glocester"
the following is from the November 3 edition of the Providence Journal Bulletin

Farewell to Salty Brine, voice of Rhode Island for 50 years
With his children's television show and his morning radio program, he was a lifelong companion for many in the state.
02:02 AM EST on Wednesday, November 3, 2004

Walter L. "Salty" Brine, 86, a Rhode Island icon and veteran broadcaster, died yesterday at his Narragansett home.

Brine's career spanned generations and his voice, skipper's hat and one-liners became part of the fabric of the state. He woke up with Rhode Islanders, entertained their children after school, and coined the phrase that parents tucked their children to bed with: "Brush your teeth and say your prayers."

Brine's career at WPRO-AM began in 1942 with the station's morning radio program, which he hosted until his retirement in 1993. Brine also created a children's television show, called Salty Brine's Shack, that he hosted on Channel 12 from 1958 to 1968.

"A rare broadcaster," said Ron St. Pierre, who has Brine's old job at WPRO. "With Salty, you always had the sense of a one-on-one connection. You never had the sense that he was talking to a group of people; he was talking to you."

Before St. Pierre became morning radio host, he was program director and general manager at the station. St. Pierre also worked with Brine.

"I saw him three weeks ago, and I told him, 'Salty, I'm just keeping the chair warm for you'," he said.

John Martin, who covered broadcasting for The Providence Journal from 1987 to 1999, called Brine's ratings "powerhouse."

"I think for most of the 50 years he was on the air, the station was successful because of Salty Brine's day-part," Martin said. "He had listeners who grew up with him, and then their kids grew up with him. He had a longevity that's almost unique in the business."
Brine was a consummate performer, Martin said.

"He had an unmistakable charisma. An endearing cheerfulness. A robust laugh. A welcoming smile," Martin said. "He could light up a room. When you met Salty, you always felt like you were meeting that Salty Brine, the guy who was on the radio."

Like so many things that Rhode Islanders come to love, he was one of a kind.
"And we embrace that," Martin said.

Walter Cryan, who started his career in 1965, reading the news on Brine's WPRO show, ended his own newscast last night with Brine's signature: "Brush your teeth and say your prayers."
Cryan now anchors the 6 p.m. news on Channel 6. He also worked with Brine at Channel 12, when Salty Brine's Shack was on the air.

"He had a perpetual smile, not only on his face but in his voice," Cryan said. "I think he was made for broadcasting."

Brine's only son, Walter L. Brine Jr., cohosts The Loren & Wally Morning Show, at WROR in Boston.

Salty Brine's first wife, Marion "Mickey" Brine, died in 2000. Brine remarried and is survived by Roseanna Brine.

Like Del's Lemonade and the Independent Man at the State House, Brine was part of Rhode Island's landscape.

State officials took it one step further, in 1990, and made him part of the Ocean State's geography: The beach in the Galilee section of Narragansett was renamed Salty Brine State Beach.

Brine filmed commercials there with the Cardi brothers, the owners of Cardi's furniture, for whom he worked after his retirement from morning broadcasting. Brine's talent for catchy phrases paid off for the Cardis, too. When he was recording a radio commercial for the furniture store, he had a few too many seconds to fill at the end of the 60-second spot. So Brine, always the professional, stretched the last line of the ad, said Peter Cardi, improvising yet another trademark saying: "No-ho-ho-body beats Cardi's."

During his final broadcast as host of WPRO's radio show, on April 28, 1993, many of his competitors interrupted their own shows to call Brine and wish him luck. Brine, then 74, said farewell to his audience.

"To all of you folks listening, this is my state," he said. "I love everybody in it from the time they're born through the time they get through school and college. I think I've lived through four generations."

He ended that last broadcast with his most famous line, "No school Foster-Glocester!"

The voice of school closings on snow days. The familar voice on the radio who was good with a joke, classy and clean. Long before shock jocks and trashy morning shows. He lasted 50 years without changing, he was himself. The consumate professional, the teacher of children when tv was in it's infancy, before Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers, before PBS, Rhode Island children had "Salty's Shack." I never met the man personally, though I know there were numerous times I was within 10 feet of him. He was class, he was a humble man, and he was the voice of my youth coming over the radio. God Bless you Salty, see you soon. And I'll remember to brush my teeth and say my prayers in the meantime.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

Deja Vote?

So here we sit, the morning after, with headaches and all and still no one doing the walk of shame. No I'm talking about something like that....I am talking about the 2004 Presidential election.

President George W. Bush appears to have won victory over challenger (and phony Red Sox fan) John Kerry. The President has a majority popular vote (about 51%) and the highest popular vote total in American history. Most news outlets are holding off calling Iowa, New Mexico, Nevada, and Wisconsin. The three former states appear to be safely in the President's hands, the latter favoring the challenger. Ohio is the key state, still up in the air with the President holding a 150,000 vote lead (give or take) with about the same number of provisional ballots outstanding. Senator Kerry would need almost all of those ballots to fall his way and have all of them be legal and none thrown out.

Watching the various network coverage till 1 in the morning here in Texas (yes, I am a closet election junkie) I was surprised and pleased with the care many networks took in projecting states, but am amazed that they currently will not call certain states. I believe it is a way of being overly cautious and to not show the President as having over the 270 needed to win. IF Bush carries Ohio and loses everything else still on the board, he still wins in a 269-269 tie, however that only happens if no electoral voters cross lines...which at least one in West Virginia (a Bush state) has threatened to do. In the event of a tie, it goes to the House with each state delegation getting 1 vote and more than 25 state delegations are controlled by the Republicans. In a tie, the Vice President would be chosen by the Senate, which now has a Republican majority.

I look forward to seeing how this plays out.

Monday, November 01, 2004

Election 2004

Tomorrow Americans (ok, probably only about45% of those eligible) will go to the polls to vote on who shall become the next President of the United States. President Bush or Mr. Kerry. The "Liberal Weiner" vs. "The Right Wing Nut Job" as has proclaimed.

I will not use this post to tout my politics or say who I will be voting for, most of you who read this probably can easily guess who I will voting for, so there is no need to do so.

What I want to say is simply to vote, this election could very well set the domestic and international policies and directions of our country over the next 50 years, especially when one realizes the number of positions likely to open up on the Supreme Court in the next 4 years. So please, go vote it is a right we all too often take for granted. If you vote, you can complain and bitch all you want, if you do not vote you really can't do either with a legitimate reason.

Go vote. No matter what your choice, even if it's Mickey Mouse in a write-in.

On a lighter note remember these things:

Politics is supposed to be the second oldest profession. I have come to realize that it bears a very close resemblance to the first. Ronald Reagan (1911 - 2004)

And that politics is actually a compound word, coming from "poly" meaning many and "tics" meaning blood sucking animals.