Sunday, August 21, 2016



I have really big hands.   They are huge.

Women really like me.

You number ten Donald Trump
You dinky dow

There can only be ten billion reasons 
that Ivanka would go to bed with this.
the Ol'Buzzard  

The statue was placed in front of a bank in Cleveland Heights, Ohio.   The police have given the owner thirty days to claim it.  

Read the story here: Naked Trump

Saturday, August 20, 2016


 50 Pontiac: like my first car

Nan, All The Good Names Were Taken, recently wrote a 4 a.m. blog of rambling thoughts.   I often do the same, but more often wake up at 4 a.m. and just lay in bed and think random thoughts and later try to recover them.  We are kindred spirits there.

In one of her bullets she talked about buying a car and driving it until it falls apart.   In other words, she pays off a car and gets her money’s worth by keeping it.  

I wish I could say the same.
Since 1958 (my first car) I have owned 24 automobiles (not counting motorcycles.)   I carried a car payment from 1960 until 1991 when I finally paid off a vehicle – by then I was married to my wife.  It seems ridiculous when I now think about it, but cars were my addiction.  

In 2013 we traded our GMC pick-up that got 10 miles to the gallon for a Toyota RAV-4.   At that time, we purchased the 10-year warranty.   Toyotas last forever and we plan to keep this vehicle at least until the end of the warranty – actually we only drive about eight-thousand miles a year so we think the vehicle can outlast us – at least me anyway.  
Think of the money I have paid out to finance companies and banks on car payments.

1.     50 Pontiac
2.     49 Ford
3.     56 Ford
4.     52 Pontiac
5.     51 Ford
6.     62 Rambler wagon
7.     62 Rambler sports
8.     63 Chevrolet Corvair
9.     49 Packard
10.     62 Pontiac station wagon
11.     57 Dodge 4x4 truck
12.     69 Mercury station wagon
13.     52 Dodge pick-up
14.     76 Chevrolet 4x4 truck
15.     78 Chevrolet diesel truck
16.      80 Chevrolet van
17.      68 Dotson pick-up
18.      72 Ford car
19.      84 Toyota 4x4 pick-up
20.      86 Ford 1 ton 4x4 (paid off in 1991)
21.      96 Saturn (paid off)
22.       02 GMC ¾ ton 4x4 (paid off)
23.       12 Toyota RAV-4
24.       98 Four Winds motorhome (paid off)

the Ol’Buzzard

Wednesday, August 17, 2016


Debra, She Who Seeks, wrote a post about Hymns.  

The absolute only thing I find good about religion is the music it has spawned.   From classical, to gospel, to country, to hill music, to conventional church hymns, religion has been the basis for beautiful expression, regardless of the emptiness of its meaning.  

Religious music just plain makes people feel better; the beats, rhymes and melodies are good listening.  A true art form.  

Spending my earliest years in Kentucky I was aware of a rural American church music known as Shape Note or Sacred Harp Singing.    

This music sprang from the hills of Appalachia.  It was contrived for people who could not read music and even for people who could not read.   There are many versions of Shape Note Singing with melody runs from four note singing to seven note singing. Each note is given a specific shape and sound.  First the sound of the notes are sung and then the words of the song are substituted.   The last shape note singing my wife and I attended was in the town of Marion, Kentucky back in the late 1980.   

Even if you are not religious, religious music can feed your soul.

Sacred Harp: an original American art form. 

Just one example

Saturday, August 13, 2016


Had to share

I think the Asian man in the background is getting into it.
Enlarge and enjoy
the Ol'Buzzard


Friday, my wife went in for her third radiation treatment.   The staff at the Cancer Center are so supportive that she now feels comfortable during the treatments.   The treatment time is only fifteen minutes and most of the time is spent programming and aiming the machine, the actual radiation only lasts a couple of minutes.  

My wife is in good spirits, accepting the necessity of the treatment.   We know that at some time there will be skin discomfort and fatigue, but so far the two hour round trip for a fifteen-minute treatment is the fatiguing part. 

To make the procedure somewhat more comfortable we have scheduled the appointments just before noon which allows us to explore local restaurants, book stores or points of interest in conjunction with each treatment, as long as she feels up to it. 

I will continue to post general information about her treatment, hopefully to help inform people about to be involved in, or supporting someone through, the cancer treatment process. 

the Ol’Buzzard


Books are timeless.  What was written yesterday is often still an explanation for today. 

 I went to the library and picked up Little Scarlet, from Walter Mosley’s Easy Rawlins' series.   It takes place in 1965, in the time of the Los Angeles riots.   Mosley explains, through Easy Rawlins, the feelings of that time that sparked the riots; that same feeling seems to be the motivate of the Black Lives Matter movement.    Times change, but social issues don’t change.

I don’t often read westerns; but for some reason I picked up the first of a four-part series, Sin Killer, by Larry McMurtry who wrote Lonesome Dove.    The story is about a wealthy English aristocratic family chartering a hunting vacation in the American west during the Indian wars of the 1830’s.   Every member of this family is so self-absorbed and feels so privileged and superior that you don’t actually feel sorry for the loses and hardships they bring upon themselves.  As I read it I can very easily replace Lord Berrybender and his family with Donald Trump and his family. 

I expect that the people alive today will probably be the last book readers.   It seems likely that future generations will receive their news and stories solely via video; that books and periodicals will be considered passé.   Information, stories and history will have to be formatted in 3-d, virtual reality and holograms in order to keep people’s attention.

To me, reading is a quiet and contemplative endeavor; it activates the imagination portion of the brain and places you as an observer in a story.  As such, imagination is a requirement for reading enjoyment.  

When I was young I could take half a dozen toy soldiers, go outside, construct forts, imagine scenarios and entertain myself for hours.  I built many of my toys and often occupied an imaginary world.  

Today’s children are raised in front of a TV.  As soon as they are old enough to understand cause and effect parents switch them to computers.   By pre-teen they have been grafted a new appendage called cell phone.     A day without a cellphone would be like an amputation.  These children will probably not be readers – except perhaps on-line.  

It begs the question whether these children, constantly entertained by technology, will develop the area of the brain that allows imagination.  It is an evolutionary trait that if you do not use a function of your physical or mental facility, over generations, you lose it.

We live in a college town; we constantly frequent the library; I observe very few children reading or being encouraged to read.   When I see students with reading material they are usually wearing ear buds.

Where am I going with this?   Hell I don’t know.    I’m old – I am expected to ramble.   That’s my story and I am sticking to it.
the Ol’Buzzard