When I Was a Boy

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When I Was a Boy

When I was a boy, I grew up in a rural Illinois community where there was a strong sense of community and personal responsibility. My brother and I shared a paper route, played Little League baseball/basketball, and pickup football games. We could walk to the corner for an ice cream cone or to the nearby grade school to play basketball. We built a “fort” in our back yard with scraps provided by our carpenter neighbor right down our alley; camp out there in a tent in summer if we chose. As long as we checked in, we could ride our bicycles all over our little town of 10,000. Schools taught cursive writing. Legal immigrants from all over the world assimilated into our society. There were taught values.

Culture was rich in the 1960’s. I listened to the top 40 countdown from Chicago’s WLS radio. I spent some of my paper route money for 45 rpm singles. There were new sounds emerging as never before. Record album covers were works of art with lots of information inside and out. Often there were uplifting songs that would inspire us to go beyond our base inclinations to a promising future.Songs on those albums often were diverse from song to song- The Beatles (my favorite band) led the way.

The Beatles’ run was effectively ended when they deemed themselves independent from outside (corporate/government) influence. This made them politically and economically dangerous. Since that time, no other band could survive without touring. It keeps them too busy to cause a problem for the “machine”. They spent their time recording-real recording artists.

Times Have Changed

Indeed, times have changed. Postmodernism took over. Everything has been turned on its ear. Rationality is out. No cursive writing taught-too individualistic. Mob mentality. Hysteria. Fear-mongering. Herded like sheep. Central Bank Ponzi schemes. Lying, thieving politicians, businessmen, and media surround us. No one assumes personal responsibility. Chaos ensues because the globalist elite find us easier to control by division.

Sheep No More

The good news is WE ARE SHEEP NO MORE. People are waking up to the lies that are being fed to us by the fake media. We see how dishonest these politicians are by the impeachment spectacle perpetrated on America by those who clearly chose their power over any concern for problems their very policies have caused. Many actors, writers, academics, business people, musicians, artists, etc. provide aid and comfort to the true enemy-deception.

Peter Schweizer’s Profiles In Corruption details only part of this decades-old orchestrated scheme of theft and betrayal. We will soon learn of things that will boggle your mind. The boomerang turns. Stay tuned…

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Happenings Ten Years Time Ago…

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Happenings Ten Years Time Ago

Happenings Ten Years Time Ago” was a song released in 1966 by the British rock band, the Yardbirds. It featured both Jimmy Page and Jeff Beck on dual lead guitars-a powerhouse!

I have always been intrigued by the song’s title, so I thought about ten years ago-what a difference!

Looking Back a Decade

Looking back a decade, I had just finished seven weeks of radiation with three chemo treatments. It’s all a blur now, but I was (unknowingly at the time) fighting stage four cancer. Strangely, I was not fearful-just gave it to God. I owe my healing to God. Sure, my family was there for me and I don’t diminish their invaluable help, but God performed a miracle on me. He wasn’t finished with me yet!

My dear Grandmother Elizabeth passed Oct. 31 that year. She, like dear Grandmother Edith, lived on this earth 93 years! Autumn 2009 was indeed a dreary time.

Forging Onward

Forging ahead, I returned to my very physical workplace. We traveled to Alaska and Hawaii with my parents. I ramped up my album production, probably averaging one per year since then. I retired from my mundane job to now doing what I want, no longer taking life for granted; appreciating each day-an empty canvas:

Empty Canvas

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Greet an empty canvas every day.
How I’ll choose to fill it, cannot say.
But it can be fulfilling if your hands are willing.
Keep it all distilling in your mind.
One need not be ready. Sobering, yet heady.
Deliberate and steady right on course.
Inching forth, eventually your masterpiece is born.
It will only take a little while to take its unique form.

Slowly you will build your gallery.
Forever onward an unbridled legacy.
Art not superficial. Heavy, yet ethereal.
Many in a serial of your life.
Showing all emotion. Recorded upon notion.
There is no magic potion at its source. (It’s God!)
Greet an empty canvas every day.
How I’ll choose to fill it, can never…

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