Hello Logan County! Life is good! I made it back safely from my hospital visit last week minus a lot of fluid around my left lung and maybe minus a few other things as well. It sure is nice to be breathing well again. My recuperation time has been taken up with a lot of sleeping, watching the news and the many campaigns for both the Democratic and Republican nominations for President.
Having grown up in the South and being keenly aware of political elections, since I was a small boy, I am for the first time almost burned out on the entire process. So many tall tales, misinformation, dirty tricks, lack of loyalty and on and on. Wow! I am sick of it. The one big lesson I have been learning is that egos among politicians are second to none. I think I knew that but conveniently forgot it for a little while.
When I was a boy, Governor Jimmy Davis of Louisiana was one of the most popular politicians in the south. He was many things to many people. A farmer, businessman, song writer, singer, politician and part time preacher. He traveled all over the South with his band and preformed just about everywhere. Two of his songs “You Are My Sunshine” and “I’m Over Looking A Four Leaf Clover” were standards that he sang in every legislature in the South. He sang several times a year on the Grand Ole Opry and the Louisiana Hayride. He also sang before the Joint Houses of Congress and at the White House. His performances were always to a packed house. I guess that almost every school child in the South has sung “the Gov’s” all time hits. Senator Albert Gore, Sr. once said that Jimmy Davis was about the only person he knew that could get elected governor of almost every southern state.
I am not sure how many of you got to see the full “Snow Moon” that shined over Logan County a few days ago. It is not due to reappear for 18 years. I suppose that “Snow Moon” refers to the total white appearance that the moon reflected that night.
Recently I heard “Don’t Fence Me In” a wonderful song my dad came home singing after World War II. It was one of my dad’s all time favorites. The composer was Cole Porter and the lyricist Robert Fletcher and Cole Porter. More than 25 individuals have recorded this classic over the past 70 years. My favorites being Roy Rogers, Bing Crosby, the Andrews Sisters, Ella Fitzgerald, Gene Autry, Kate Smith and Willie Nelson. The song has been voted one of the all time best western songs by the Western Song Writers Association. I could listen to it every day. I would love to hear Adele sing the song since she has such a wonderful voice.
For Your Information – Boeing Aircraft Company paid no taxes in 2008, 2009 and 2010 on $9.8 billion in profits. Instead they received tax rebates of $178 million, laying off 14,862 workers and increasing executive pay by 31%.
J. Henry Duncan sent me several “Ponderables.” -Why the sun lightens our hair and darkens our skin. -Why don’t you ever see the headlines ‘Psychic Wins Lottery’? – Why is it that doctors call what they do ‘practice’? – Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons? – Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker? – Why isn’t there a mouse flavored cat food? – Why didn’t Noah swat those two mosquitoes? – Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections? – If con is the oppose of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress? – If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal? – Is it OK to use the AM radio after noon? – When dog food is new and improved tasting, who tests it? – Why don’t they call mustaches “mouthbrows?”
With A Smile: WHAT CAUSES ARTHRITIS? A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest. The man’s tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man turns to the priest and asked, “Say father, what causes arthritis?” The priest replies “My son, it’s caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and a lack of a bath!”
The drunk muttered, “Well, I‘ll be darned,” then returned to his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. “I’m very sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?’ The drunk answered, “I don’t have it, Father, I was just reading here that the Pope does.”
MORAL: Make sure you understand the question before offering the answer.
Tell next time. Good night my friends and good night Mrs. Calabash where ever you are!