Friday, November 30, 2007

This Train Keeps Rolling Along

All aboard in Montreal
I heard the conductor call
And that old engine heaved a sigh
Suitcases and shuffling feet
I found my way to a window seat
I love to watch the world go by

Made friends with a family
Bound for Sault Ste Marie
They said goodbye at Sudbury Junction
I Guess I hated to see 'em go
Thought about 'em as it started to snow
Time stops for nothing or no one

This train keeps rolling along
From here to the great beyond
black smoke, pistons churn
steel rails, big wheels turn
This train keeps rolling along

Across the endless prairie land
Mighty buffalo used to stand
Cree and the Blackfoot lived and died
Of the Rockies, nestled in the trees,
I fell in love with Lake Louise
Smiling with her sparkling emerald eyes

This train keeps rolling along
From here to the great beyond
black smoke, pistons churn
steel rails, big wheels turn
This train keeps rolling along

Soon we'll reach the sea
And there I'll stand
With nothing but the blue
Between me and Japan

Now I'm at the end of the line
Out of track, out of time
Conductor makes his final round
All the people and places past
They went by just a little too fast
How I wish I could've slowed this engine down.

This train keeps rolling along
From here to the great beyond
black smoke, pistons churn
steel rails, big wheels turn
This train keeps rolling along

This train keeps rolling along
This train keeps rolling along

It keeps on rolling
Rolling along
It keeps on rolling

Lyrics by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Wordless Wednesday

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Keeping Things in Perspective

Okay, so we've OD'd on turkey, mashed potatoes, cranberry stuffing, football, parades, Lady Vols basketball,black Friday, football, out of town relatives, football, hometown tree lightings to ring in the season, and the general rush of things. Did I mention football? Okay, I guess I did.

Now, as we prepare to dive head-first in to the madness that is the Christmas season, I was wondering if we have our priorities in order. Or rather, are we keeping the proper perspective. I hope I am, and I hope you are as well. If you're not, perhaps a friend of mine can help.

Linus, if you please...

Happy Holidays, everyone!

Thursday, November 22, 2007

What A Night!

Walking up to the Civic Center.

The Wild Child waiting to go inside.

Inside the Civic Center.

The Lady Mountaineers coming out.

Meg Bulger, sister of St. Louis Rams quarterback Mark Bulger, warms up.

The National Champions warm up

All American Candice Parker, the best player in the country.

Shannon Bobbit and Candice Parker

Nicky Anosike at the free throw line.

Candice Parker scoring 2 of her 29 points.

Point guard Shannon Bobbit running the Tennessee offense.

Too many Lady Vols in the paint and not enough Lady Mountaineers. Tennessee dominated inside all night long.

Words of widsom from Coach Pat Summitt.

Tennessee head coach Pat Summitt.

The long and the short of it. From right to left: 6'3" Candice Parker; 5'11" Alexis Hornbuckle; and 5'2" Shannon Bobbit.

Time to celebrate another Tennessee win.

The final score.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

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Thursday, November 15, 2007

It's Getting Close

Only a week to go before the me and the Wild Child travel to Charleston to see the Lady Vols take on the Lady Mountaineers! We can't wait, and there will be pictures--I hope.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Wordless Wednesday

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

How I Spent My Weekend

Shot the scenic train on Saturday morning.

Went up to the Homecoming game in the afternoon.

Our team won 33-14. They're the boys in white. Go Alco!

Had fun with some horses down on Town Creek Road on Sunday.

Remembering the veterans. All gave some...some gave all.

Backroads, the only way to see America.

Like to see what Bob Vila could do with this place.

Another place that has seen better days.

All in all, not a bad way to spend the weekend. I even made time for my Steelers. They won, by the way, over the hated Cleveland Browns 31-28. And the Packers keep rolling along. They beat up on Minnesota 34-0. Now if Dale Jr. could just get a win. I'm so sick of NASCAR at the moment, what with the same guys hogging all the wins. But that's another story...and another post.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Wordless Wednesday

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Tuesday, November 6, 2007

What's In A Nickname Anyway?

Many months ago in an earlier post I said something to the affect that some day I would explain how my wife and I got our nicknames. I put it off for quite sometime, mostly because the explanation isn't a short one....well, the short version is that we took them from a movie we both like. But there's way more to it than that. And I simply didn't feel like writing about it. Now, after months of procrastination, I feel ready. So, here goes.

In the movie, Father Goose, which is set in the pacific during early 1941, Cary Grant plays Walter Eckland, a recluse pressed into service as a coast watcher. Needless to say he is not happy at the hand he has been dealt by his old friend and new boss, Commander Frank Houghton of the Royal Australian Navy, played by Trevor Howard. After Walter protests his plight to Houghton over the radio, Houghton comes back with...'Walter, I have a dozen other men in similar situations. Why is it that I spend most of my time talking to you?'

If things aren't bad enough for Walter, he goes to a neighboring island to rescue another coast watcher, who will replace him and he can go on his merry way. Instead, he ends up rescueing a woman by the name of Catherine Freneau, played by Leslie Caron. Catherine is in charge of seven young school girls, who are hiding from the Japanese. Walter takes them back to his island where they take over his hut, steal his clothes, hide his whiskey, and make his life even more miserable than it was before. You can figure out for yourself where this movie is going...or can you?

Needless to say, the two do not get along and both protest to Commander Houghton via the radio. I actually feel sorry for Houghton as he is forced to referee the antics of Walter and Catherine.

Walter: Now listen Frank, you tell Ms. Goody Two Shoes to stay out out of my business, you tell her that she's a pain in the...

Houghton: ...Uh, Walter, be civil.

Walter: Civil! Who stole who's liquor? Who threw who out of who's home? Who bit who's finger?

Houghton: She bit you?

Walter: Yes.

Houghton: Ms. Freneau?

Walter: No. (One of the girls did) Now you tell her Frank, you tell her to butt out.

Houghton: All right, Walter, I'll speak to her. (Walter hands the microphone to Catherine.)

Catherine: Yes, Commander.

Houghton : Ms. Freneau, by now you may have noticed that Mr. Eckland isn't exactly the most sociable sportsman...

Catherine: ...Mr. Eckland is a rude, drunken, foul mouthed, Filthy Beast.

Houghton: Be that as it may Ms. Freneau...

In the end, the two combatants actually find that they have feelings for one another. Hey, you knew it would come to that. A blind man could see it. But then again that's the magic of Hollywood.

By now, I should point out that Father Goose is one of our favorite movies of all time. It never grows old and the constant bantering back and forth between Walter-Catherine-Houghton is priceless. And the final exchange is an all time classic.

Lt. Stebbings: Sir, it’s Matalava. Father Goose is requesting a chaplain.

Houghton: A Chaplain? Good heaven’s, he’s killed her.

Stebbings: No, sir; they want to get married.

Houghton: Married! Goody Two Shoes and the Filthy Beast?

Over the years we sort of started calling each other by those names, and I should point out that it's all done in good humor...well, mostly. Neither of us are quite as outlandish as Grant and Caron, but we do have our moments.