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One of those under appreciated bands, that made some pretty good music.    I always stop the dial, when this comes on the radio.

Its nice outside.   I think they call it Indian Summer.     Nice enough to ride, so I did.

Met a family in a neighboring chapter.     Kids were scared to go outside, for reasons that seemed pretty clear to me.   I remember a couple of things:   A)  the ride there.   wide open spaces and a breath of fresh air.    felt like it put a few  years on my life.   B)  The before-and-after look on that one kids face when we took him for a ride.  10 minutes.

So put me on a highway, and show me a sign.    And take it to the limit one more time.

Really, the man that gave Johnny Cash his sound.    This is kinda cool.

Listen to some of that.

I wanna see this.    I don’t know if it’s any good, but its a question I’ve been asking my whole adult life.

“Some people have it inside, its a seed. And, if you ever put the water on it and feel the sensation and the seed is sprouted and it doesn’t die till the day you take you take your last breath.”

Bikers are born, not made.

I don’t know why.   Mel Blanc Was brilliant.    Anyone remember these?

I’d be embarrassed to admit how many times these songs pop into my head, usually at the wrong time.

I was always partial to Foghorn Leghorn. If you knew my family, you’d know why.

I should do something productive today, but I probably wont. Happy Saturday!

A friend of mine asked for workout songs on facebook.   It started me thinking about songs.   When, I uh…. er, used to work out….

Old Sugar Ray is good for another 5 pounds at least…..

Every time I hear the word “bullying”, I almost want to throw up in my mouth.

I saw this today.     check this out – http://sports.yahoo.com/blogs/highschool-prep-rally/91-0-texas-football-blowout-leads-bullying-charge-101510025.html

Life is rough.   I don’t know when the idea got planted that  is should be easy, or it would be fair.     It’s not supposed to be.    Men will be husbands, and women will be wives.       We’ve all got our part of raising kids.   Sometimes I think that women are being more true to themselves then men anymore.

I remember early on:  my father told me  a story about a kid who pulled a knife on him.   He was probably 8 or 10  years old.   This was the 1940s.    He came in crying.     My grandpa told him:   “either you whip that kid or I’ll whip you”.     My father, I gotta think became a man that day.      He went out and stood up for himself, and *THAT* kid went home crying.

Now I’m not advocating whipping or telling  your kids to go get killed.   My friends know me better than that.    Its a different day and age, but I’m not sure the day and age is a better one.   Just don’t teach your kids to be pussies, or victims.     Its not what you can give them, its what they can take home for themselves.

I’m happy that my dad did his level best to teach me and my brothers how to be a man.