Saturday, October 30, 2010
Patriot League Champions
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
St. Patrick's Breastplate
St. Patrick's Breastplate is an Irish hymn attributed to St. Patrick during his Irish ministry. I've posted parts before and have been meaning to put this one up as well. It is a wonderful way to start your day.
I arise today
Through the strength of the love of Cherubim,
In obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels ...
I arise today
Through the strength of heaven:
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendor of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth, and
Firmness of rock.
Monday, October 11, 2010
The 3,000 mile road trip
Decided to head back to Defiance, Missouri and check on the house. Grandpa thought the change of scenery would be good for him, so he accompanied me on this 3,000 mile round trip. We left Tucson on Wednesday headed for a stop over in Elk City, OK. As we pulled into Elk City, a brake pad went out. Bummer. Fortunately, we found some good ol' boys up and at 'em at 0730 who helped us out, changed the pads on both front brakes and got us back on the road by 0815. We reached Defiance around 1600.
As soon as we entered wine country, the nostalgia began to hit. Marie and I had five good years there before returning to Tucson, but the mood turned a bit sour as we got to the old neighborhood. Too many houses for sale at such low prices. It's pretty depressing that such beautiful homes with access to such a beautiful lake are unoccupied and remain for sale. I've concluded that bin Laden definitely succeeded. On 9/11, his heinous deed did destroy the American economy, and as much as I want to be a good soldier and support the commander-in-chief, Obama has only exacerbated the situation and made friends with all of the free-loaders at one end of the scale, and the rich guys at the other with his $750 billion bailout. Bad news for America.
Regardless, my Dad and I spent Friday and Saturday cleaning up around the place. We power-washed, pulled weeds, trimmed bushes, mowed the lawn, etc. Thursday and Friday, we had great sandwiched from the Bavarian Smokehaus. Saturday, David Hamilton, my long-time friend and attorney met us for dinner at Ashley's Rose in Augusta. It was terrific. In between, I was able to visit Vic and Ruth Ann at their shop, and Grandpa met all the neighbors, the Babors, Cobleighs and Sadowskis. All very gracious. Kyle Burrows, who we've known since he and Brad were in nursery school as two-year olds met me at the house Saturday morning. Kyle, an attorney by trade, has started a Real Estate company. He now manages our property. I could not have entrusted it to anyone better.
After our whirlwind days in Missouri, Grandpa and I were back on the road Sunday morning and made it to Santa Rosa, New Mexico. It was an easy eight hour drive back to Tucson on Monday. It was great to be back at the old house in Missouri, but we were grateful to return to Marie. By the way, in our absence, Marie painted Grandpa's room a Southwest burnt orange and painted his bedframe black to really set it off. All in all, a good trip, but we're glad to be back in Arizona.
As soon as we entered wine country, the nostalgia began to hit. Marie and I had five good years there before returning to Tucson, but the mood turned a bit sour as we got to the old neighborhood. Too many houses for sale at such low prices. It's pretty depressing that such beautiful homes with access to such a beautiful lake are unoccupied and remain for sale. I've concluded that bin Laden definitely succeeded. On 9/11, his heinous deed did destroy the American economy, and as much as I want to be a good soldier and support the commander-in-chief, Obama has only exacerbated the situation and made friends with all of the free-loaders at one end of the scale, and the rich guys at the other with his $750 billion bailout. Bad news for America.
After our whirlwind days in Missouri, Grandpa and I were back on the road Sunday morning and made it to Santa Rosa, New Mexico. It was an easy eight hour drive back to Tucson on Monday. It was great to be back at the old house in Missouri, but we were grateful to return to Marie. By the way, in our absence, Marie painted Grandpa's room a Southwest burnt orange and painted his bedframe black to really set it off. All in all, a good trip, but we're glad to be back in Arizona.
Monday, October 4, 2010
From the Celtic Wise One ...
Dave McGrath, my Celtic kinsman from Upstate New York has been my friend for three decades now. He passed this gem to me this afternoon. I know you will enjoy it.
"Me wise old grandmither used to say, 'If you can't put a smile on someone's face today, what's the point of getting up?' Somewhere there's some wisdom there. I pinch myself daily and count my lucky starts to be blessed with a great family and friends like you. I haven't missed the ring on the merry-go-round too many times!"
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