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Sunday Cup of Coffee - Gary Larson's The Far Side


Does a morning cup of coffee ever make you laugh? Every time?

Gary Larson’s “The Far Side” comic series has been a part of the twisted humor of our family for years. Nothing is sacred with Mr. Larson; he’ll poke fun at animals, people, religion, and politics – often in the same strip.

“The Far Side” daily comic calendar was a fixture on our dining room table for years and one of the anticipated Christmas gifts to be unwrapped each year – usually from my wife to me. When Gary Larson decided to discontinue ‘The Far Side” in 1995, we were left humorless – no joking. We’ve tried for years to find a daily humor calendar to compensate for the loss.



This morning’s cup of coffee is compliments of Gary Larson’s “The Far Side.” The mug is over 17 years old and belonged to my wife prior to our marriage. Each time I use the mug it reminds me of two things: 1. The need for regular laughter in my life, and 2. That my wife was at least partially insane before she married me.

If you would like to stroll down memory lane with Larson's comics, visit TheFarSide.com to spend some money.

Freedom's Just Another Word...



We may not know where we are going, but at least we have the freedom to find out.


"Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose..."




It meant something different then...



And all together different here...


In 1975 this peace sign was a blasphemous display of the flag...


We certainly may not know where we are going, yet I am all for the freedom for us to figure it out...

Happy Mother's Day

As you no doubt know, I have the most amazing mother in the world. I hope your day is fantastic mom!

One of her favorite poems captured below...



The poet, Archibald Rutledge, is South Carolina native who died in 1973. He seemed to savor life and wrote both poetry and prose to capture that experience. I've looked for this poem online and have not been able to find any record of it. This photo is one I took last year from a records book on file at Brookgreen Gardens. The photo is of a stone engraving of the poem that probably dates from the 1960's. 

Happy Birthday to Me!

Born May 2, 1958 to William Earl and Claudia Elizabeth Williams. Youngest of three children. Pamela Earl (1952) and Jan Everette (1957). Still as cute as ever!

Happy Valentine's Day

2011 Begins

Now with some contrived and essential mark we measure this as a time of beginning, starting over to be met with resolute and refocused living. We stand on the horizon of this day drawing on every clarion call to gather the greatest of forces, the grandest of hopes and the masses of humanity around us - all to establish this elusive passing of time, this moment with the greatest of potential and confidence that now, here and for all that comes our life will be blessed, better, different, improved...

This now is then followed by the somber morning when the debris of the previous is scattered, flittering upon the ground around us and we find this New morning has embraced us, each singularly, and all that we have proclaimed in the midst of our cheering  Auld Lang Syne community - now rest squarely upon our lone shoulders. We know, always have known, that whatever progress this life will find in the day ahead will come only from the first small, solitary steps toward it we take - and then another...  In this each year is built and in this each life is lived, won, lost, blessed and founded. In this singular effort to live a life of value and worth we find, nay create, the illusive reality of community and family of like minded and action folk.

Here's to our New Year. Today I take that step to begin anew and I look forward to traveling with you...

Redneck Ornaments - Two Dixie Cups and a String

Continuing on the Homemade Ornament theme, I also remember what you can make with two Dixie cups and a string.

Make a small hole in the bottom of two paper Dixie cups. Thread a piece of colored yarn through the cups to connect them (tie a knot on each end of the yarn to keep it from pulling through). Then, cover each cup with tin-foil and you now have “Silver Bells” to place on the tree – or on your ears while you run around the house singing Christmas songs – not that I have personally done anything like that – I’m just saying, you could.

In from the Sea

In defiance of the cold and snow...



In From the Sea

When the wind blows in from the sea you can hear the
crackle of palm fronds breaking free from the heat
hiss of sea oats defiantly bowing inland
whisper of sand celebrating its lofty release from gravity
sputter of foam cascading skyward cut from wave caps
chime of delicate shells dancing across dunes
When the wind blows in from the sea you can hear
The prayers of ancient mariners reaching home

Ollie's Bakeries - Local Destination - Enjoy Fresh Baked Goodies

Local Destination - Enjoy Fresh Baked Goodies

I sometimes get stuck in a rut, yes - it's true. I frequent the same restaurants, coffee shops, and cafes'. Every now and then some innocent and unsuspecting soul drags me kicking and screaming to some place new by offering to meet me there...



Sometimes this is a good thing. Case in point is Ollie's Bakery. If you like fresh baked goods in a much more European tradition than you can get any other place around here - and if you want to meet some great people - drop by. Be sure and tell Nancy "HELLO!"

Two locations: Winston-Salem and Greensboro. Have fun and you are welcome. You will thank me...you will.

Are You On The Journey?



“My prayer is not the whimpering of a beggar nor a confession of love. Nor is it the trivial reckoning of a small tradesman: Give me and I shall give you.

My prayer is the report of a soldier to his general: This is what I did today, this is how I fought to save the entire battle in my own sector, these are the obstacles I found, this is how I plan to fight tomorrow… ‘Leader!’ I cry. He turns his face towards me, and I shudder to confront his anguish.

Our love for each other is rough and ready, we sit at the same table, we drink the same wine in this low tavern of life.”

--“The Saviors of God: Spiritual Exercises” by Nikos Kazantzakis


I am truly a fan of Tolken’s ‘The Lord of The Rings” trilogy. I remember spending hours upon hours tucked quietly in my college dorm room, devouring words upon words, page after page as the fantastic saga unfolded and I journeyed with the heroes of Middle Earth in their quests for victory. In the films of the past two years, we have seen the cinematic adaptation of this tale, and I find myself equally enthralled again with Tolken’s message.

Be it the battles of Elves and Orcs, the magical sparring of light wielding Wizards, or the inner struggle of the spirits of Hobbits and a solitary Golum, the quest and it’s urgency is the same: Avoid the malformed power of the ring until it can be destroyed, at all costs. The heroes know the importance of that last phrase, ‘at all costs.’ Each is willing to, and some in turn do, give their very life for this cause. It is a wonderful drama of the high cost of noble victory.

It is this urgency that I hear in the words of Nikos Kazantzakis written above. If indeed, as I believe is the case, we humans are in need of help beyond ourselves in order to fulfill the beauty of this human drama, and if we are destined to suffer and fail along the way without this help, then there is an equal sense of urgency about our quest as is that of the soldier and the heroes of Tolken’s tale. All the more, if the quest for this assistance is a path that is known by some and open to others, and yet, is never made clear, how can the battle be won?

How tempting it is to sneak away into the safety of Bilbo Baggins’ shire (for ‘Adventures make one late for dinner”) or to hide in the security of the establishment office, for there we feel safe. Might we be missing the more important call for action?

I do not claim to know THE way that anyone should live, but what I do know is that I am committed to the journey toward The Divine, that power that aids and guides me. Do I travel in too scarce a number today? Should I not pause by the road, and share a bit of the tale that has brought me thus far? Can I not beckon others onward to their journey as well? I am made to ask of myself today, “What report can I give to God, today?”