We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Yeah, funny how this time flow thing only runs in one direction. So no way for us ancient leches. Even though she is a redhead, a fact that has in the past caused me to do, um, things that ordinarily I might not have considered doing.
Definitely when I was a kid from age 8 to 13. playing ball with my friends before and after school.
At the top of my street their was a park with a pond. We would always play there. Baseball and football right till the pond froze. Then we would skate or play hockey.
The school yard after school was another place where we would congregate.
I would stop the tape at 22 - 28. I was unattached and ran with a crowd of people the likes of which I could not describe so diverse were they. We were so close and did the craziest things and partied and went on canoe/camping trips, hit every concert within a two-hundred mile radius.... What we did was not the big thing, though: It was that we laughed so much. We'd have theme parties and hire bands to play and invite 'outsiders' who ended up wondering if they were tripping. One party was a pumpkin party where we all had to carve a pumpkin so that it fit over our heads. We had to wear a sheet. No one knew who anyone was, and a bunch of us pumpkin heads went into the 7-Eleven to get beer and they carded us.
Hmm - at the same age as jappy, around 8 to 13. Outside all the time, playing in parks and backyards and alleys. Riding bicycles everywhere for miles and miles. No fear. Probably was at my brightest then too - absorbing everything in the world like a sponge.
Then again in my mid-20s when I had another creative burst, this time with a little cash and a driver's license.
I'd be 20. Leading a squad of combat Marines in Vietnam where I had to learn not only what I could handle but what other men could as well. I discovered a lot about myself that I believe wouldn't have been discovered in any other setting. I learned the humility of leadership as I watched those I led walk into battle full of fear but also full of the courage of duty and honor. That time of my life has served me to this day in knowing that the power of the human spirit, when given its freedom and an honorable goal, is the force that binds us all.
everyone is entitled to look at beautiful things and beings but what is the cut off age? 20 years, 30 years? what is it about sex that makes a man want a girl and not a woman? I wonder if women will ever be judged on terms other than their physicality? I guess Ginsberg and Sotomayer and Clinton and Palin( who defied all odds) ....... As for me , I would rather spend an afternoon talking with Gabriel Byrne or Francis Bacon.