Heard this song the other day and really liked it. Lu researched it (she's such an angel) and unearthed this video. Words fail me. Judge for yourself.
I'd have paid money to see Kermit in the pit with Miss Piggy.
Six
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26 March 2013
31 May 2012
Back In Black Or Name That Corvette
The other day brother Keads put up this post about his classic Mustang. I was so inspired that I am shamelessly following his lead and ripping him off. I finally have all the necessary things done to get the Vette back on the road again. Lu and I went out to our local Utah DMV today and got the title transferred and the registration done. As of today it is legal and back on the road.
Here's a little video in homage to Keads. No, it is not a classic Mustang. It's just a box stock 80 Corvette, one of many hundreds of thousands that were made but she's sweet, gorgeous (if I do say so myself) and all mine. I have many hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars into her resurrection and, in spite of myself, I do love the old girl.
And a picture of the dash. Please ignore the ashtray and broken heater control. I have replacement pieces. Just lazy. That steering wheel is Lu's work. The stock wheel was in pretty bad shape so I bought a cover for it. Temporary. But Lu decided it needed to be a bit more secure so she sewed it on. I ended up liking it so much I decided to keep it as is. Is there anything that woman cannot do?
This is definitely a work in process and I can't decide whether or not to keep it. One day it's yes and the next it's gotta go. My mood on it is usually directly proportional to how much it's going to cost me or how much work I'm going to have to do to replace or repair the next item on the list. Still.
After getting the new plates installed Lu and I took her out for a nice drive. Tops off and windows down. She's a coupe, not a roadster but when she's all skinned out she does a pretty good imitation. Wind in my hair and all that. If I had any hair.
For the last 35 years I have wanted to drive my Corvette through the Virgin River Gorge section of I15. Until a few years ago I couldn't afford a Corvette. Today I made that dream a reality. I didn't have my camera with me so no pictures but I did find this video of the drive. This is Northbound. We took it Southbound today and returned on Hwy 91 over Utah Hill, the old route to Vegas before they finished the Gorge.
It's a good video. You may have caught a reference to Littlefield at the very beginning. It's where we used to go to drink adult beverages somewhat before we were exactly of legal age. See, at that time the drinking age in Arizona was 19 and since some of the group had older brothers nature just followed it's course. As it were.
The Gorge is a wonderful piece of twisty tarmac. It's a joy on a motorcycle. We used it to hone our youthful manly (well, boyly anyway) driving skills. There was a standing contest for the best time through the Gorge. For the life of me I can't remember the times but I do know that I scared myself more than once and I was far from the fastest, 1969 Chevelle SS 396 notwithstanding.
It was a great drive and a wonderful day. Just what the doctor ordered. Now, as of this moment, I'm inclined to keep the car. We're going to start taking day trips around the area in it. Nothing too far, just short hops with a nice lunch thrown in as a reward for driving around in a black on black car with no AC on hundred degree Summer days.
If I do keep her she needs a name. The black on black color scheme suggests at least one possibility.
One of my favorite songs but then I still have just a little of that kid who drove a big block Chevelle at warp speeds and occasionally imbibed in intoxicating beverages left in me. Anyway, name. Back In Black won't work. Too long. BIB has the unfortunate connotation of a man too old to keep his meal off his chest. So not going there. Black Beauty has been done. I'm stuck. Help me out here, I'm begging. If someone doesn't come up with something better she'll end being called something stupid like Bertha or Camille. Yes, I have absolutely no imagination.
Don't let my car end up as a Bertha. Send in your suggestion today. Operators standing by. There may be fabulous prizes (there won't). Don't let the stupid man choose. The very Car World is depending on you.
Six
Here's a little video in homage to Keads. No, it is not a classic Mustang. It's just a box stock 80 Corvette, one of many hundreds of thousands that were made but she's sweet, gorgeous (if I do say so myself) and all mine. I have many hundreds of hours and thousands of dollars into her resurrection and, in spite of myself, I do love the old girl.
And a picture of the dash. Please ignore the ashtray and broken heater control. I have replacement pieces. Just lazy. That steering wheel is Lu's work. The stock wheel was in pretty bad shape so I bought a cover for it. Temporary. But Lu decided it needed to be a bit more secure so she sewed it on. I ended up liking it so much I decided to keep it as is. Is there anything that woman cannot do?
This is definitely a work in process and I can't decide whether or not to keep it. One day it's yes and the next it's gotta go. My mood on it is usually directly proportional to how much it's going to cost me or how much work I'm going to have to do to replace or repair the next item on the list. Still.
After getting the new plates installed Lu and I took her out for a nice drive. Tops off and windows down. She's a coupe, not a roadster but when she's all skinned out she does a pretty good imitation. Wind in my hair and all that. If I had any hair.
For the last 35 years I have wanted to drive my Corvette through the Virgin River Gorge section of I15. Until a few years ago I couldn't afford a Corvette. Today I made that dream a reality. I didn't have my camera with me so no pictures but I did find this video of the drive. This is Northbound. We took it Southbound today and returned on Hwy 91 over Utah Hill, the old route to Vegas before they finished the Gorge.
It's a good video. You may have caught a reference to Littlefield at the very beginning. It's where we used to go to drink adult beverages somewhat before we were exactly of legal age. See, at that time the drinking age in Arizona was 19 and since some of the group had older brothers nature just followed it's course. As it were.
The Gorge is a wonderful piece of twisty tarmac. It's a joy on a motorcycle. We used it to hone our youthful manly (well, boyly anyway) driving skills. There was a standing contest for the best time through the Gorge. For the life of me I can't remember the times but I do know that I scared myself more than once and I was far from the fastest, 1969 Chevelle SS 396 notwithstanding.
It was a great drive and a wonderful day. Just what the doctor ordered. Now, as of this moment, I'm inclined to keep the car. We're going to start taking day trips around the area in it. Nothing too far, just short hops with a nice lunch thrown in as a reward for driving around in a black on black car with no AC on hundred degree Summer days.
If I do keep her she needs a name. The black on black color scheme suggests at least one possibility.
One of my favorite songs but then I still have just a little of that kid who drove a big block Chevelle at warp speeds and occasionally imbibed in intoxicating beverages left in me. Anyway, name. Back In Black won't work. Too long. BIB has the unfortunate connotation of a man too old to keep his meal off his chest. So not going there. Black Beauty has been done. I'm stuck. Help me out here, I'm begging. If someone doesn't come up with something better she'll end being called something stupid like Bertha or Camille. Yes, I have absolutely no imagination.
Don't let my car end up as a Bertha. Send in your suggestion today. Operators standing by. There may be fabulous prizes (there won't). Don't let the stupid man choose. The very Car World is depending on you.
Six
04 May 2012
America Is Not Dead
120 kindergartners. 120 five and six year olds on stage. The event is their end of the school year program. The setting is a high school stage with a screen hung behind with seating for the kids. The stage is hung with bunting consisting of American flags hand drawn by the kids who are dressed in hand made red, white and blue t-shirts.
The program consisted of songs extolling the virtues of America, freedom, patriotism and the sacrifices of the men and women who wear the uniform of our beloved nation. This one especially. (I apologize for the poor quality. I took this with Lu's mini still camera that has a small video function)
On the screen behind the children is displayed pictures of those who have and continue to serve. Sung in darkness to keep the spotlight off of themselves and on those they are honoring. My beloved grandson was among them. The words:
When I lay my head down every night.
And go to sleep in peace.
I can stay there knowing all is well.
While you're standing on your feet.
Keeping watch, protecting shore to shore.
In the Air and Ocean too.
Defending freedom at all cost.
For the Red, White and the Blue.
Thank you! Oh thank you!
Men and women brave and strong.
To those who serve so gallantly.
We sing this grateful song.
To the soldiers who have traveled on.
To countries far and near.
In peace and war you paid the price.
For the cause you hold to dear.
That we may wake each morning bright.
And know that freedom rings.
Because of your great sacrifice.
Your country joins to sing.
Thank you! Oh thank you!
Men and women brave and strong.
To those who serve so gallantly.
We sing this grateful song.
Thank you! Oh thank you!
Men and women brave and strong.
To those who serve so gallantly.
We sing this grateful song.
There were many such songs and offerings but I chose this one because it meant so much to me. Music for the soul. I cried. Openly and unashamedly. Sarge and Lu both got teary eyed as well. Who could stay dry eyed? Those may be the sweetest words I've ever heard and uttered by such innocent voiced American children. I'm tearing up even as I write these words. Yes, I am a patriot.
The program was written, directed and produced by 4 kindergarten teachers. Approved by the principal and school district. In the America of today.
120 kindergarten kids. Five and six year olds. Take heart America for a country that still produces such as these children and the adults who are charged with their education and upbringing is a country full of hope and courage and pride. So many are predicting dire days ahead. Instead I will remember this program and the kids who sang so proudly. I will remember the pride and joy in my heart as I heard their song of gratitude and tribute.I will remember my grandson, wearing his red, white and blue shirt and singing his heart out. I love him. Indeed, I love them all.
And to the enemies of my country foreign and domestic I have this message. I will defend the lives and freedom of each and every one of those children, indeed every child in America, to my dying breath. I will never abandon them and the promise of freedom, their freedom, to the depredations of the cruel and the power mad. If you think I can't or won't just try me and remember that a man who is moved by the songs of children is a man who will gladly lay down his life to make sure they can keep on singing and "go to sleep in peace".
Keep the faith my friends.
Six
The program consisted of songs extolling the virtues of America, freedom, patriotism and the sacrifices of the men and women who wear the uniform of our beloved nation. This one especially. (I apologize for the poor quality. I took this with Lu's mini still camera that has a small video function)
When I lay my head down every night.
And go to sleep in peace.
I can stay there knowing all is well.
While you're standing on your feet.
Keeping watch, protecting shore to shore.
In the Air and Ocean too.
Defending freedom at all cost.
For the Red, White and the Blue.
Thank you! Oh thank you!
Men and women brave and strong.
To those who serve so gallantly.
We sing this grateful song.
To the soldiers who have traveled on.
To countries far and near.
In peace and war you paid the price.
For the cause you hold to dear.
That we may wake each morning bright.
And know that freedom rings.
Because of your great sacrifice.
Your country joins to sing.
Thank you! Oh thank you!
Men and women brave and strong.
To those who serve so gallantly.
We sing this grateful song.
Thank you! Oh thank you!
Men and women brave and strong.
To those who serve so gallantly.
We sing this grateful song.
There were many such songs and offerings but I chose this one because it meant so much to me. Music for the soul. I cried. Openly and unashamedly. Sarge and Lu both got teary eyed as well. Who could stay dry eyed? Those may be the sweetest words I've ever heard and uttered by such innocent voiced American children. I'm tearing up even as I write these words. Yes, I am a patriot.
The program was written, directed and produced by 4 kindergarten teachers. Approved by the principal and school district. In the America of today.
120 kindergarten kids. Five and six year olds. Take heart America for a country that still produces such as these children and the adults who are charged with their education and upbringing is a country full of hope and courage and pride. So many are predicting dire days ahead. Instead I will remember this program and the kids who sang so proudly. I will remember the pride and joy in my heart as I heard their song of gratitude and tribute.I will remember my grandson, wearing his red, white and blue shirt and singing his heart out. I love him. Indeed, I love them all.
And to the enemies of my country foreign and domestic I have this message. I will defend the lives and freedom of each and every one of those children, indeed every child in America, to my dying breath. I will never abandon them and the promise of freedom, their freedom, to the depredations of the cruel and the power mad. If you think I can't or won't just try me and remember that a man who is moved by the songs of children is a man who will gladly lay down his life to make sure they can keep on singing and "go to sleep in peace".
Keep the faith my friends.
Six
16 November 2011
30 Days of Thanks- D16
Music. Need I say more? Well, alright then. I'm thankful not just for the music I love, and the ability to enjoy it, but also the ability to pass it on to my kids and watch them fall in love with what I love. 'Course it IS heartbreaking when they hate your favorite stuff!!
(The Six's song that I grew up with and love)
(My song that my daughter is growing up with and loves)
~The DO
(The Six's song that I grew up with and love)
(My song that my daughter is growing up with and loves)
~The DO
01 October 2011
10 August 2011
Can't Dance. Can't Sing. Might As Well Rock.
The economy is tanking. The left is screeching. The Place Where Great Britain Used To Be is ablaze. Nero is busy fiddling in DC. Yep, It's time for some Flogging Molly.
All we can hope for at this moment is for The Four Winds to blow someone's wits through the door.
Six
All we can hope for at this moment is for The Four Winds to blow someone's wits through the door.
Six
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