I want them on the WWW .... that's why.

For my own reasons I wanted to get these on the WWW. Me as a baby and at a year and a half.

By posting them, with my name as a keyword, they may be searched on the internet.....

That's why .................

How do you feel about Obama?

Someone asked me that the other day, as a serious question. He was an ardent Democrat, so I didn't reply right then, I told him to let me think about it a few days and then, read my blog .... this is his reply.

About who, does he really exist, or has all of this just been a bad dream, and when we all wake up, our leader in the White House will be a John Waynelike person, or a Reaanlike person, perhaps even ... Bushlike.

Perhaps someone who draws respect because, a "Dadlike" figure who we look up to, we know we are in good hands, experienced, quiet, unassuming, but Eisenhowerlike, you snap to and stand taller when he enters the room. "Wow, that he is, that is him, Wow."

Colin Powell, Norman Schwarzkopf, Jr., even Condoleezza Rice, where are people we can respect?

The only respect that I have for obama is that he has been able to accomplish all that he has, with his personality. L. Ron Hubbard, probably Glen Turner, and some "notorious" leaders have done the same. Old Bernie Maddoff had it, as well as some well known "con men" have had that same ability. Con men, doing a con job, on the public. You can the long list of successful "evangelists" and add them to that list also. Rush Limbaugh and all of the other "radio personalities" who have become Political Pied Pipers are in the same catagory.

They have nurtured nothing in to something. They are called "con men" in no uncertain terms, they have that old innate ability to "pull the wool over our eyes."

Obama falls right in that category. He has "conned" the country, and the world, and dazzled the world. He himself has nothing to offer, but his image, so he has surrounded himself with "talent." Look at all those he has put on the payroll, same thing Hubbard and Glen did. They pushed the wheel to the edge and it did the rest on its own.

I remember many years ago, Woolworth's or one of the Ten Cent Stores, that guy at the end of the counter, had that little wax mouse thing, he had it do wonders, up and down his arm .... I would always have my Mom get me one .... got it home, and it did nothing .... he was a con man, same as those guys in the traveling carnivals, they were good, you would win, win, win .... until you lost, and then you knew, you had nothing, and you just shook your head. I remember one here in town years ago, one guy, lost his paycheck, plus more, complained loud enough he got his money back ..... generally ..... if you are gonna be a sucker, be a silent one ...... same thing applies to obama .... we are suckers, so let's just be silent ..... well, "How do I feel about obama," he is a great "Con Man." He is taking our money, our government and then, our country .... what happened?????

He is the epitome of Joe Goss .... you had to be there .................

Mary Ann

Not sure what made me think of her, I guess it was when I was running the vacuum cleaner I thought of her, and I will explain why.

She was one of those who trained me as a deale in Reno. She was a whiz with numbers, as good as a calculator. She was also a 21 dealer at the Nevada Club and through after shift drinks, etc., became a good friend She was a dealer "icon" to me, her ability to deal the cards and her razor sharp mind. She also dealt craps, and was a whiz at that also, payoffs just came to her naturally. When she was on the table, her end was ... neat, arranged well, not sure if there is a word for it, but she was a pleasure to work with. Her stacks of silver dollars, which we used in those days, were all symmetrically perfect, she was very "neat" on the table.

I think it was on a Sunday, after shift, we were all at the bar at Kelley's Nugget, and it ended up, she invited me and another dealer, whose name escapes me, to come out to her place for dinner. Home cooked meals were scarce in those days. She had some errands to run, gave me the key to her door, a rental house on North Virginia, almost across from the Reno Campus.

Anyway, she left, we had a few more drinks, and headed out to her place.

We got there, parked in front, went in, and the place was a mess. She never did laundry, she would buy new (we made a lot of money in those days) and when the pile got too high she would haul them off to the Goodwill Store. The kitchen was a mess. It took us an hour or so to clean the kitchen, do the dishes, and get it workable.

About that time, she came in with a load of groceries, smiling, and, as it worked out, I cooked the dinner.

By the time we left, we had cleaned her place up, cooked dinner, cleaned that up, and left, left a smiling Mary Ann Sterns standing at the door ...... like a .... "It worked again" look.

Shortly after that, she moved to another place, and the other guy, whose name escapes me, rented the place for a few months. There was a bar across the street, not that far from town, nice place. On one occasion, we had a few too many after a shift, I think I had the night off, ...... well, I lost my car, forgot where I parked it, it was no where near our house, took us a few days to find it .... oh yea, that was the day I stole a five-gallon new milk can, from behind one of the clubs, and, well, collected money around town using that can to hold the money ..... collecting for the Cutty Sark and Milk Fund ... that is another whole story. As I understand it, my boss, kept the can as a souvenir in his rec-room at his home ... memories of the old days.

The bad news, as I collected donations, I invited everyone to a "kickoff" party at that house on North Virginia .... I woke up, later that night surrounded by people, on the couch in the living room, in my underwear ... the collections went well, I had enough to feed and quench all of their appetites and thirsts ... that's all I remember ...........................

LeBron James to Sign With Cleveland Cavaliers

Free agent superstar LeBron James will bring his two NBA championships and four NBA MVPs back to Cleveland, almost four years to the day after he decided to bring his talents to Miami.

James made the announcement in an article with Sports Illustrated Friday.

Heat owner Mickey Arison tweeted his disappointment in the decision Friday afternoon.

The heartbreaking news for Heat fans came after a Wednesday full of movement from the Cavaliers. The team cleared out more than $20 million in salary cap space to offer LeBron a full max contract of between $88 million and $118 million, depending on whether the Heat and Cavaliers exchange James on a sign-and-trade or he simply leaves Miami with no compensation from the Cavs.

The loss of LeBron is a devastating blow to a team that went to the NBA Finals for four straight seasons from 2010 to 2014, winning back-to-back championships during that run.

It’s hard to overstate James' value in Miami for the past four seasons. From the court to the tourism industry, James has been one of the biggest draws to South Florida outside of South Beach itself.

James has averaged 26.9 points, 7.6 rebounds and 6.7 assists per game since joining the Heat. He took over the team's leadership after the Heat lost the first NBA Finals with the Big Three and ran off two straight NBA championships before losing this year to the San Antonio Spurs.

LeBron took on more of the load in Miami, but he also elevated his game. He won MVP awards and NBA Finals MVP awards, and he was arguably the defensive player of the year for at least two of those seasons.

The Heat deployed James all over the court, having him guard any player on the other team’s roster. LeBron also elevated his post play while with the Heat, letting Miami play a smaller, quicker lineup that ended up abusing NBA opponents for two seasons.

Haskell collapses in Texas court as details of Texas murder read

By Erwin Seba

HOUSTON (Reuters) - The man accused of fatally shooting four children aged 4 to 14 and their parents after entering their suburban Houston home while looking for his former wife collapsed when details of the murder scene were read in court on Friday.

Ronald Lee Haskell, 33, who is being held without bond, was in court for a procedural hearing after being charged on Thursday with capital murder and multiple murders. Capital murder can bring the death penalty in Texas.

Haskell said "Yes, sir" after his rights were read and then collapsed as details of the crime were listed in the court. Bailiffs had to pick him up and wheel him out in an office chair.

Haskell is accused of killing two boys ages 4 and 14, two girls ages 7 and 9, and their parents Stephen Stay, 39, and Katie, 33. Five of them were found dead and one of the children died after being flown to a hospital for treatment. A 15-year-old daughter survived the attack, the Harris County Sheriff's Office said.

Authorities said he went to the Stay home looking for his former wife, who is related to the victims, and held the children at gunpoint until their parents returned. He then brought all seven family members into a room and shot them, killing all except the teenage girl, police said.

The suspect's former wife did not live at the house and was not harmed in the incident.

FedEx said in a statement that Haskell was once employed by a contractor used by the shipping company but had not worked for that company since January.

Naturally Seven and Eleven .... Believe it or Not

John Wayne’s family suing university over rights to ‘Duke’ name

With all the problems in the world ..... then this comes up ......

Who is the rightful heir to the “Duke legacy” — a major private university or the descendants of a movie star who want to put his name on bottles of whiskey?

Specifically, the heirs to Marion Robert Morrison, aka John Wayne, have filed suit against Duke University, seeking to claim a trademark to use the “Duke” namesake in liquor sales.

The Hollywood Reporter first reported on the lawsuit, noting that the university and the Wayne family have been in a number of disputes over the past decade contesting the use of the "Duke" moniker on everything from gaming machines to restaurant services.

For its part, Duke University argues that using the “Duke” nickname for different commercial purposes would only confuse the public. “Consistent with its policies and in order to prevent tarnishment of its brand, [Duke University] does not permit use of confusingly similar marks associated with unapproved goods or services, of uncertain quality and/or unregulated by [Duke University]," the university argued in a response to the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office.

In the complaint, members of the Wayne family argue that since Duke University does not actually make alcoholic beverages, the Wayne family should be able to use the “Duke” name in conjunction with bourbon sales. Wayne’s image has become a popular marketing brand for the family, appearing on an assortment of items — even bags of charcoal.

“Duke University does not own the word 'Duke' in all contexts and purposes,” the complaint reads in part. "Duke is a common word that has been in use for centuries in a wide array of commercial and other applications wholly independent of Duke University. Yet by the actions alleged herein, Duke University seems to think it owns the word 'Duke' for all purposes and applications."

Wayne’s son, Ethan Wayne, currently serves as president of John Wayne Enterprises, based in Newport Beach, Calif. In addition to managing the family’s commercial endeavors, Ethan Wayne also heads up the John Wayne Cancer Foundation.

Of course, John Wayne fans might have to laugh at all the drama. After all, the “Duke” nickname wasn’t originally given to Wayne to signify his grandiose stature. It was the name of his childhood dog, but Wayne liked it so much that his neighbors simply transferred it to him, referring to Wayne as “Big Duke” and his dog as “Little Duke.”

“Hell, the truth is that I was named after a dog!” Wayne once famously said.

Friday .... a "natural" Day ...... seven-eleven

Seven-eleven, takes me back to my Reno days ... "Seven a Winner" ... great word to hear in a casino, Winner, Winner, Winner, every roll of the dice. Never say loser, even when you "seven out" there is a winner on the back line and the come ..... "winner, winner, winner, chicken for dinner."

Thanks to Austin Dilts, I think I am rid of "that thing" that infiltrated my laptop .... SupraSale .... I almost even hate to type the name, afraid in might sneak back in. It is gone, but all is new. I am using Foxfire or Firefox, whichever is right, I am like a person in a new city, I don't know where anything is, ....... good example, about four minutes ago, I type that last is ..... then .... flicker, flicker flicker ... screen back to Facebook, a few more flickers .... screen frozen .... then flickers ... I hit the "back" arrow, and I am back here. There is still some unknown entity living in this laptop, I just hope is "shares" well.

Have not checked the news yet, each day is almost a mirror image of the previous day. We are recovering from yesterday, which was great, we had Miss Brooklyn and Miss Emma which Mom, who had a birthday yesterday, was getting her hair done. An apology to Miss Brooklyn, I am old and crochety, and I realize it is tough to be the "big" sister. I yell at Miss Brooklyn much to often, in an attempt to protect Miss Emma. I always feel bad when they leave and wish I could take back some of the things I said and did to Miss Brooklyn. She did not mean to kick the guacamole on the floor, upside down, it was an accident, but I yelled at her, made her sit in a chair ... now I feel bad about that. She, and I, will both live it down.

But, what a delight, to spend time, with Great Grandchildren ..... one of those deep looks, lasts a few seconds ..... electric moments ....

Burt Lake in Northern Michigan

Probably my favorite place in the world. As a child, it was an adventure. It was often the culmination of a lot of preparation, and then, anticipation. Getting packed and "ready" was always an exciting time. We have pulled an old Trotwood Trailer, a few times, the Jessidean, a ouple of times, my boat, The Dood, but the early ones are etched in my memory.

It was 500 plus miles, but in those days in the 30's, a two-day trip. The first stop, was always a grocery store, somewhere in Ohio. Ring bologna, saltine crackers, cheese, cut out from that big circle of cheese on the counter, Fig Newtons and milk. Then a short drive to a roadside stop, picnic tables, out in the country, and we would sit and eat our "goodies" from that country store. Still my favorite meal.

Then, that night, we would have crossed in to Michigan. In those days, there were "guards" of some kind, at almost each state border. There were some things that they didn't want taken into the state. "Do you have any fruit?" Generally the question. I forget the exact spot, but we would stay in a motel, which consisted of about 20 small log cabins. The entire driveway was lined with softball sized white stones, lake stones, rounded. There was a bench and flagpole out in front, and after settling in, sit on those benches out front and talk with the other guests, it was heaven to me. That cedar and pike aroma in the air ... Michigan air, vacation time, heaven to me.

Then, the last of the trip. Anticipation, goose bumps, getting close ..... the scenery is changing, all spruce and pine trees, Michigan air. And  then, Indian River, we finally were in ..... Northern Michigan. Indian River was our last stop, get fishing licenses, last minute tackle. There was a large stone fountain near a community parking lot, loaded with fish, Perch, Walleye's and others. The odor in the stores, Michigandish, more of that Cedar and Pine, Indian items, sold, by Indians. Their stores had their own exclusive aroma from the leather and other things.

Then, on the road, a short distance ............ to ............. Topinabee, a bustling little town then. A grand Summer hotel, trains coming North loaded with vacationers, a left, across from  the hotel, up a little rise, a fork in the road, a little church, behind it, a little cemetery, and then, a short drive that seemed endless, a left at the intersection, the last leg of the trip. Finally, at the top of a rise in the road, there it was, we could see ...... off in the distance .......... Burt Lake ..... an elation that cannot be explained, there it was, heaven on earth, to me.

Finally, I forget their names, they lived across the road from John Greenman's stone house, they rented horses and did odd jobs, they John's store, make a left and a short drive down that sandy road, to one of Pauline's cabins, which Dad had rented.   The air, the water, the lake, the stones in the lake ... I actually have a few of them with me, right here, Burl Lakes rocks .... they are special .... I can look at them and a flood of memories comes to mind ..... one of our "car songs" .... "Oh how I wish again, I was in Michigan, down on Burt lake."

Alaska black bear, cubs steal kids' lunch boxes

ANCHORAGE, Alaska (AP) — Witnesses say a black bear and two cubs that have been frequenting midtown Anchorage stole several lunch boxes at a children's day camp on the Alaska Pacific University campus.

Katie Adrian, program manager at the summer program run by Camp Fire USA, tells The Anchorage Daily News (http://is.gd/P7BKH2) the bears wandered onto the school's soccer fields Monday, soon after the campers ate lunch at picnic tables, leaving behind some snacks. The bears carried a few lunch boxes into the woods and dug in.

The bears weren't aggressive and camp staff corralled the kids. After this, she says the campers will eat elsewhere and store their food indoors.

David Battle of the Alaska Fish and Game Department says there are no plans to remove the bears. He says the agency doesn't consider them a public safety hazard.

Trademark board rules against Redskins name

Do you think ANY pressure might have been exerted by ............ ?????????

WASHINGTON (AP) -- The U.S. Patent Office ruled Wednesday that the Washington Redskins nickname is "disparaging of Native Americans" and that the team's federal trademarks for the name must be canceled.

The 2-1 ruling comes after a campaign to change the name has gained momentum over the past year. The team doesn't immediately lose trademark protection and is allowed to retain it during an appeal.

Redskins owner Daniel Snyder has refused to change the team's name, citing tradition, but there has been growing pressure including statements in recent months from President Barack Obama, lawmakers of both parties and civil rights groups.

The decision means that the team can continue to use the Redskins name, but it would lose a significant portion of its ability to protect the financial interests connected to its use. If others printed the name on sweatshirts, apparel, or other team material, it becomes more difficult to go after groups who use it without permission.

The decision by the Trademark Trial and Appeal Board is similar to one it issued in 1999. That ruling was overturned in 2003 in large part on a technicality after the courts decided that the plaintiffs were too old and should have filed their complaint soon after the Redskins registered their nickname in 1967.

The new case was launched in 2006 by a younger group of Native Americans, and was heard by the board in March of last year.

Manuel Garlikov - a family friend

Birth:	Apr. 21, 1922
Death:	Jul. 20, 2007
Manuel Garlikov GARLIKOV, Manuel L. age 85, of Monroe, passed away Friday, July 20, 2007 at the Mount Pleasant Retirement Village.  Published in Dayton Daily News on July 22, 2007

What is this post all about.Well Manuel was a friend of my brothers, they graduated from Steele High School in Dayton, Ohio in 1939. He was a family friend. When Manual got married, my Dad was their Doctor and brought their children into this world. My brother was a good student. One family saying I have heard all of my life, uttered by his  Mother, "Manuel, vhy dont u be schmart like Dean." The were Jewish, and she spoke that way.

We had our home and medical office together, same house. Nothing in writing, but some friends, relatives, when coming to see the "Doctor" ... could wait in our living room rather than his waiting room. Roslyn, Manuel, and family, were on that list. A rather exclusive list, at that.

Manuel and his family were involved in many things. We got a basket of fruit every year, I think up till my Dad passed away. I think Manuel came up for my Mom's funeral, not sure about Dad's. When my Brother passed away in Arizona, I tried to locate his old friends. All, or most had passed, except Manual. He got on a plane and flew to AZ. I just found this today. One odd thing, he was living where our Son Brad is living today, Monroe, NC. Just found that odd, and worth a mention.

My first taste of racism occurred, I am thinking in Atlanta. We were on family trip somewhere, and we needed to check in to a hotel. My Dad, the Doctor, had black hair and dark eyes. Wherever we were, and I was little, but I remember ... whispering ... outrage .... they would not let us have a room until Dad proved that he was not Jewish. I remember the conflict in my mind about that, because of the Garlikov's and other Jewish friends we had ...  we got a taste of Antisemitism, and we weren't even Jewish. I have never forgotten that incident, how I felt, and have always kept that in mind in my relationships with all people.

He was a close and dedicated family friend, well worth a posting here .................. and, related to an incident that had a great impact on my life ........

The Dayton Triangles

I have heard of The Dayton Triangles all of my life. Born and raised in Dayton I have heard many stories about this team. I number of "Doctor" friends, either as Interns or Residents, attended games as team physicians.

My Dad, the Doctor, had a few of the players as patients over the years.

Triangle Park, the origin of their name, I have been at many times. My Brother, Dean Shannon Dooley, went to Steele High School, played basketball and track. He was a high jumper and broad jumper. Steele had no track, a downtown school, surrounded by commercial buildings. They practiced and held their meets at Triangle Park.

Dayton was famous for many things, General Motors, National Cash Register, and other manufacturing plants. Charles Kettering lived in Dayton. Among other things, he invented the electric starter for cars. The Wright Brothers were from Dayton.

I grew up and around so much history that I didn't realize the importance of it until later life. I delivered newspapers on occasions to Orville Wright. Thought nothing of it at the time.

I remember being in the Navy, my first cruise to Japan, went in to a store in Tokyo, far away from home, first things I saw, a cash register, NCR, made a few blocks from my home. It made the world much smaller.

Runnymede Playhouse

I lived in Oakwood, moved there in '43. Walked by this area, often, knew something was going on, but very hush, hush. Knew some kids whose parent's worked there, they said nothing. A few blocks from where we lived was Sugar Camp, housed Waves who were working on the Enigma Code Machine. Have seen them marching around the camp. There were a number of "secret" things going on around Dayton. Found out about them ..... after the war.

Located a near Dixon Avenue and Runnymede Road, a contemporary home stands on the former site of the Runnymede Playhouse, a building that played a unique part in the City of Oakwood’s history. Originally part of the Talbott family estate, Runnymede Playhouse was first a social and entertainment center for the Oakwood community. During World War II, the playhouse was used as a facility for research and refinement of polonium bomb triggers.

Harry Talbott was one of the founders of the Dayton Metal Products Company and the Dayton-Wright Airplane Company. A civil engineer, he was one of OakwoodÂ’s first residents and became OakwoodÂ’s first mayor. Following his death in 1921, his wife, Katherine Houk Talbott, remained prominent in DaytonÂ’s social and cultural life. In 1927, she had the Runnymede Playhouse, a glass-topped structure large enough for 1200 women to play bridge, built on the family’s property in west Oakwood. The Runnymede Playhouse was used for community functions such as graduations, dances, and meetings as well as serving as an entertainment venue for the Talbott family. The complex included indoor tennis and squash courts as well as a ballroom and stage.

In the 1940s, Dr. Charles Allen Thomas, an engineer who had married into the Talbott family, assisted the Monsanto Chemical Company in procuring a lease on Runnymede Playhouse. He promised his mother-in-law, Katherine Talbott, that heÂ’d return the playhouse in the same condition. The playhouse was used to conduct research into polonium, an element used in the production of atomic weapons. Polonium forms part of the bombsÂ’ triggers and is still a part of atomic weapon construction. 

Known as Unit IV, the Runnymede Playhouse was one of five facilities around Dayton involved in nuclear bomb research. Nearly 90 people worked at Unit IV. Oral histories state that big trucks rolled in and out, and floodlights and heavy duty power lines were strung around the property. In 1949, operations moved to Miamisburg, and the following year the Runnymede Playhouse was demolished. 

The structure and ground were transported to Tennessee for safe burial. In 1998, The Ohio EPA working with the Ohio Department of Health determined that no immediate health risks are posed by the site.

Speaking of hospitals ..........

This old photograph is of the old Nurses Home at MVH which sat next to the main hospital building that I mainly worked in. My family knew many of the nurses who trained and worked here and I visited this building often.

I worked a few Summers at Miami Valley Hospital in Dayton, Ohio when I was in high school. My Dad was a doctor, and well known throughout the hospital. It was his primary hospital. He had done his Internship and Residency there, was Chief of Staff, so very well known..

I remember my first night working there, 4pm to midnight. I was a Receptionist Escort, I took people to their rooms when they came in for surgery or various procedures. I knew many of the staff and doctors, grew up with many of them.

It was around eleven pm, and I got a call to go to the surgical department. I took the elevator, got off, went in, and was handed a leg, wrapped in a towel, with the foot and the upper portion exposed to me. I was instructed to take it to the morgue.

To get to the morgue, I had to take an elevator to the basement, walk through a long, spooky, dark underground tunnel to the morgue, which was in one of the older buildings in the complex.

I carried it out in front of me, foot bobbing a bit on my left, exposed stub on the right, down through that seemingly endless dark tunnel.

I was greeted by some staff, three doctors who I knew, and four nurses that I knew. All with BIG broad grins on their faces. One doctor friend called my Dad on the phone and relayed the incident to him.

My second night I was invited to watch an autopsy on a recently deceased man who had died of a brain tumor. I even got to watch the neurosurgeon as he did his job ..... After the first incisions, and not passing out, it was interesting. The main part of the autopsy was performed my one Dr. Pancho Padilla, a Resident from Cuba. He started his autopsy recording rhetoric in English, forgot himself, and did most of it in Spanish.

Oddly, when he completed his Residency, he returned to Cuba, and became one of Castro's physicians, we learned.

NRA gets on board ...........

After a last-ditch appeal by the White House fell flat Tuesday, House Speaker John Boehner told reporters this morning that he will proceed on a vote Thursday to hold Attorney General Eric Holder in contempt of Congress for withholding certain documents related to the Fast and Furious gun-walking operation.

"The United States government ran a gunrunning operation that has resulted in hundreds of deaths," Boehner, R-Ohio, said. "Brian Terry's family has a right to know what happened. The American people have a right to know what happened and we're going to proceed."

The contempt resolution passed out of committee strictly down party lines and the debate Thursday promises to be a bitter dispute as well. Propounding the partisanship is the National Rifle Association, which announced last week it "will consider this vote in our future candidate evaluations." 

While that warning could persuade some Democrats to vote with the GOP, Boehner said the NRA has "no role" in the contempt vote as far as he's concerned, but rather the unprecedented move "is about getting to the truth."

Good time of the year for an old retired guy. Wimbledon to watch, not a big tennis fan but this one is certainly worth following, and, we've got some trials for the upcoming Olympics which will be held next month. I remember when the last Olympics closed, at my advanced age, I often wonder if I will "be around for the next one." Sure enough, here I am.

I have always been a track and field fan. Started years ago watching my brother high jump and broad jump, and later he was a track coach, and followed the Wilbur Wright Track Team and occasionally drove some of his team to away meets. Dayton was also a good "track" town. Many big meets held at the old University of Dayton track, and have attended many Jesse Owens Meets in Columbus. Another great, Dave Albritton was from Dayton and had the opportunity to chat with him on a few occasions. He and Owens both participated in Berlin, and both were highly visible at various sporting events around Dayton. I think I am right in saying that Albritton coached track at Dunbar High School in Dayton, and produced some outstanding teams.

So, again we an watch all the participants march in, see the flame lit and watch the exploits of the participants, a lot of good pure emotions. Track takes a lot of dedication and practice, and the Olympics can be the reward for all that hard work. A number off sports, the reward is millions of dollars, track and field, a Medal, gold, silver or bronze.

Years ago, working at Lake Tahoe, before the Winter Olympics held there, the Disney studio did the decorating and the statues at the complex. Mr. Disney and his wife stayed at the Nevada Lodge where I worked and we occasionally had the opportunity to speak to them.

U  S  A  ...... U  S  A .... hopefully we will hear those chants again, American flags will wave, patriotism will be high .... looking forward to the events ... U  S  A ...... U  S  A.

A stroll down memory lane .....

Anyone remember these, I sure do, used one on a number of  occasions. The one I remember was in a shoe store not too far from where we lived, he sold Buster Brown Shoes. You would put your new shoes on, place them in that middle opening, the shoe salesman would get on one side and Mom peered in the other. It gave them an X-ray view of how the shoes fit. Probably also gave off some dangerous x-rays.

Buster Brown also had a radio show which I listened to often. "I'm Buster Brown, I live in a  shoe. That's my dog Tige, he lives there too."

I doubt there are too any left who remember those x-ray machines that were in the  shoe stores, I think perhaps in the late 30's or early 40's. Not sure if they were in use post-war or not.

I can still picture that neighborhood shoe store on Brown Street in Dayton, Ohio. There were a number of stores in the area, and the area had its own name. The Brown Street Bus Barn was also in that area. I think it was called the Rubicon Area. Maybe  someone knows and can correct me. It was probably similar to a strip mall, but they didn't know about them in those days.

Saturday Morning Memories

Saturday morning, What a great day of the week. Early life, no school, day off, used to mean sleeping in late, then a bowl of Wheaties, and around noon, heading to the old Ohio Theater in Dayton, Ohio, and for a nominal amount, westerns all afternoon. Tim Holt, Gene Autry, Johnnie Mack Brown, all the good old cowboys. 

In those days, I wasn't too old, but allowed to walk a number of blocks, to downtown Dayton, see the movies and walk home, with no worries. How times change. I don't remember ever hearing the speech about "strangers," I just knew not to do it, and I don't recall any incidents ever happening. I think perhaps in those days we instinctively knew what was right or wrong.

Saturday morning at The Citadel meant SMI, Saturday Morning Inspection. Generally spent Friday night getting ready, a lot of polishing, moping, sweeping, arranging, re-arranging and bleaching the wood floor so it was good and white. Inspection and then to the Parade Ground for a Saturday Review, I think it was called. We marched, anyway, the whole Corp of Cadets. It was spectacular, and good training, at the same time.

Saturday morning in the Navy, I don't think meant much. Maybe an inspection or two, but at sea, just another day aboard the old USS William Mitchell, TAP114. She is no longer with us, sold for scrap, probably shaving with her now.

I guess, in reality, the early Saturday's had the most significant meanings, and it meant staying up late on Friday night. As I am typing this I am listening to music from the 40's and 50's, on the TV. Ironic, we now have a dish (another story there, if you are planning on getting one, get in touch with me first, A Day that will go Down in Infamy, the day we got ......... "the Dish" - but that is for another time) many channels, but I prefer the music ones. Amazing how Artie Shaw can take me back to that time in my life. Benny Goodman is now transporting me back. Memories are great things.

Growing old, growing old. ............

I am getting old, I can tell I am getting old. I had tears in my eyes many times this beautiful Saturday morning. All due to living so long.

Tom McNutt retired from television in Columbus, Ohio. I am not a big fan of his, I have seen him on TV often, he was a plants and trees and flowers guy on Saturday morning. Why was I sad?. Another milestone has come and gone, another memory I will see no more. Many "milestones" have come and gone, just means I am getting much older.

Then, on another channel, this was the last show for some lovely lady. I have no idea who she was, but I must have seen her on TV. From the remembrances, she was a very neat lady. I don't remember seeing her before, but, I will never see her again. That's what made me sad.

As George Younce, my favorite Gospel Singer,  said, "I know I have many more days behind me, than ahead of me." That makes me sad at times. When I get that way I stop and look at now, I have less than many, and I have much more than many, and much to be thankful for, almost 80 and "still above ground."

Farewell to Tom McNutt and that other girl, all on Saturday morning TV, never to be seen again.