A man of many interests – Including woodworking
As I get information passed down to me from Dwight Williams I use a graphics program to draw out the block diagrams as I understand it from his input. These are all subject to change and re-formatting before the final charts are completed.
The individual pages can be download in PDF format by clicking on the Download File button. Optionally, you can press the “>>” on the top right of the form for further options.
The dear friend of my oldest grandson, Travis (aka TJ) , by the name of Kailyn, surprised him with this shirt. When I first looked at it I just saw what I thought was typical Hawaiian shirt with flowers and palm trees. On closer inspection I was totally taken back to discover the images of his dog named Sarabi.
The shirt looked like a Tommy Bahama shirt at first glance. TJ in a text said it was from the Tommy Rabhama 2023 collection.
I was born in Cincinnati, Ohio and lived there until I was 19 years old. I moved to California in 1963 but I try to visit my hometown as often as I can.
This is the Union Terminal train station that, as a kid, I would go to often just to play on the grounds
My oldest brother Ken, would have loved these anagrams. These are some of the most clever that I have seen.
| Dormitory | Dirty Room |
| Presbyterian | Best In Prayer |
| Astronomer | Moon Starer |
| Desperation | A Rope Ends It |
| The Eyes | They See |
| George Bush | He Bugs Gore |
| The Morse Code | Here Comes Dots |
| Slot Machines | Cash Lost In Me |
| Animosity | Is No Amity |
| Election Results | Lies Let’s Recount |
| Mother-In-Law | Woman Hitler |
| Snooze Alarms | Alas No More Z’s |
| A Decimal Point | I’m A Dot In Place |
| The Earthquakes | That Queer Shake |
| Eleven Plus Two | Twelve Plus One |
I heard a doctor on TV saying in this time of Coronavirus and staying at home we should focus on inner peace. To achieve this we should always finish things we start and we all could use more calm in our lives.
I looked through my house to find things I’d started and hadn’t finished, so I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of Crown, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of wum, tha mainder of Valiumun srciptuns, an a box a chocletz. Yu haf no idr how feckin fablus I feel rite now. Sned this to all who need inner piss. An telum u luvum. And two hash yer wands, stafe day avrybobby!!! 🍷🥃🍸🍹
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A friend of my wife emailed this to her. Very poignant, given these trying times.
Lockdown
Yes there is fear.
Yes there is isolation.
Yes there is panic buying.
Yes there is sickness.
Yes there is even death.
But,
They say that in Wuhan, after so many years of noise
You can hear the birds again.
They say that after just a few weeks of quiet
The sky is no longer thick with fumes
But blue and grey and clear.
They say that in the streets of Assisi
People are singing to each other
across the empty squares,
keeping their windows open
so that those who are alone
may hear the sounds of family around them.
They say that a hotel in the West of Ireland
Is offering free meals and delivery to the housebound.
Today a young woman I know
is busy spreading fliers with her number
through the neighbourhood
so that the elders may have someone to call on.
Today Churches, Synagogues, Mosques and Temples
are preparing to welcome
and shelter the homeless, the sick, the weary
All over the world people are slowing down and reflecting
All over the world people are looking at their neighbours in a new way
All over the world people are waking up to a new reality
To how big we really are.
To how little control we really have.
To what really matters.
To Love.
So we pray and we remember that
Yes there is fear.
But there does not have to be hate.
Yes there is isolation.
But there does not have to be loneliness.
Yes there is panic buying.
But there does not have to be meanness.
Yes there is sickness.
But there does not have to be disease of the soul
Yes there is even death.
But there can always be a rebirth of love.
Wake to the choices you make as to how to live now.
Today, breathe.
Listen, behind the factory noises of your panic
The birds are singing again
The sky is clearing,
Spring is coming,
And we are always encompassed by Love.
Open the windows of your soul
And though you may not be able to touch across the empty square,
Sing.
-from Richard Hendrick (Brother Richard) in Ireland
March 13th 2020
