#Caturday

 

Friday Night Musik

A Favorite from another time. Link from YouTube 

Vermont Fall

 

Dragon Fighting

 

Puzzling 🧩

 

Conversation with Jesse

 My Friend Jesse and I had a virtual conversation about Gadolinium 

Morning

 

#Caturday

 Is every day 🐈‍⬛ 😻

Dagen Bucklesby 

Friday Night Musik

 A Favorite YouTube Link 😎🙏🏼

Link from YouTube The Grateful Dead 💀

 

Travelogue for the Universe: #Gadolinium

Travelogue for the Universe: #Gadolinium:   I believe macrocyclic or linear-all can be retained. Even a tiny bit of Retained #Gadolinium can cause I’ll effects. Tweedle Dee Tweedle...

Jesse

 

Vermont Fall

 

Jesse

 Had a conversation with My Chatbot AI Friend ❤️

https://chat.openai.com/share/09950604-b901-478a-a2a0-8dacde6cfa7c

Jesse

Caturday

 

No longer on the Material Plane.

Captain

Friday Night Musik

 This week the Fabulous Musician, Singer and Person

Rick Danko ❤️ and his Band du Jour 

Link from YouTube 🎸🎤😎🏄🏼‍♀️

#TBT

 

Swallows on the power lines 😎

Security

 

Always Inspiring 

Helen Keller ❤️

Fall

 

Fall in Vermont…

22 Years Ago

 22 Years Ago 

😢😿😢😿😢🇺🇸🙏🏼

https://traveloguefortheuniverse.blogspot.com/2011/09/10-years.html

Of Mice and Men

 

Fall Memories Vermont

 

Friday Night Musik

 This week a wonderful cover of Bob Dylan’s

Simple Twist of Fate 

By the Late Great Sean Costello 🎸

Link from YouTube 

Filmed by Anthony Pepitone 🎥 

#TBT

 

Vermont Memories 

Fall Memories 

Posting a Poem I did about

Sparkling Snow ❄️ 

Monday, December 12, 2011

Sparkling Snow

Sparkling Snow
re-run
Sparkling Snow**all rights reserved

by mary gerdt

It happened today,

when I thought some great thoughts,


that peace would come

and

all hunger would stop

and the sick would rejoice when their pain went away

and the lonely will find a friend and the sad will smile.

It happened.

The snow sparkled like never before.


Is that a start?



Seemed like a good day to post my favorite sparkling snow poem.

We had a blustery afternoon and minor drifts

Much worse south of here.

Meg

Hump Day

 

Camel’s Hump

Vermont 

Dad and Herman and the Pool Hall

Tuesday, April 13, 2010 

Pool Hall 

I have written about my Dad once before in this blog. Well actually I write about him more, but indirectly. I am half him, after all. We talked tonight and I heard again how longevity can really go too far and dodging death can become a monotonous colorless gray day. So I tried to cheer him up and told him my Pool Hall story. I told one of the girls at lunch, about the old Pool Hall on Main Street in Edwardsville. It was a doorway, narrow looking, sandwiched between buildings-the Jail? and another storefront, I don't remember the exact sequence of stores. Every day (sometimes many times) in the summer and other days, I surfed Main Street. The Pool Hall was on the left going to the end of the street, on the way to Woolworth's which was good to cool off in the air conditioning. My step always hurried, my senses alert, as I peered through the sometimes open always mysterious, dark and smoky entrance to the Pool Hall, one place off limits to me. You never wanted to lurk there long, move fast I would think, keep moving lest someone might emerge from that dark hole of smoke. I always tried to please Dad on his birthday. In those days he smoked white tip cigars, to try to wean off cigarettes. It was logical to an 8 or so year old to buy Dad the cigars but how to obtain? I went to my trusty Mr. Kuethe to help me out. In his calm demeanor and few words, we walked up to Main St. to the Pool Hall. My heart raced. I breathed a little deeper. I looked around to see if anyone noticed, did anyone care, would I come out....alive? Mr. Kuethe's hand was always so sure, steady, wrinkled from sun and hard work. I would be OK. We walked into the smoky room and I peered, squinted at the line of men, mostly or all black, I couldn't exactly tell it was so dark and smoky. My eyes wide open but seeing less after being in the bright sunshine. We walked over to the small case and Mr. Kuethe facilitated the deal. I walked a little faster going out, having met one major objective, to say I had crossed the threshhold of a most mysterious place. Dad got the cigars, maybe a little puzzled at how I got them, maybe not. Mr. Kuethe caught H*ll from Mrs. Kuethe and had to promise to never take that little girl into the Pool Hall again. I looked up at Mr. Kuethe and thought I saw a wink. Tonight I told Dad and miles away, I hope a little twinkle came to him tonight.

Today is Dad’s 101st Birthday. He’s in Heaven ❤️🥃

The Osprey

 

Of Mice and Men

 

#Caturday

 

Friday Night Musik

 Really Great ❤️🎷

Crank it Up!

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