Archive | December 2012

I Went To The City

I went to the city
And there I did weep,
Men a-crowin’ like asses,
And livin’ like sheep.
Oh, can’t hold the han’ of my love!
Can’t hold her little white han’!

Yes, I went to the city,
And there I did bitterly cry,
Men out of touch with the Earth,
And with never a glance at the sky.
Oh, can’t hold the han’ of my love!
Can’t hold her pure little han’!

Kenneth Patchen


Cut & paste philosophers

Ok, every now and then I see something that just really reverberates with me and I share it among my various social media outlets.  When I do this, I will give credit where credit is due.  But, in another of my mediums I am being bombarded with posts from an acquaintance who goes very much out of his way to look rather intellectual.

Long lengthy discourses, tidbits of insight, pieces of prose.  Problem is, none of it is of his own making.  Every freakin’ one of them can be traced back to the source via a quick Google.  Yet, there are those joining him in patting his back for being so wise and insightful.

The irony of this is that his recent railing is against a modern day lack of creativity.  Thankfully I have this little venting space here to have a little pressure release or I’d call him on his bovine splatter.

Ahh, feel so much better now.  Which leads me to the following…

My grandfather once told me that there are two kinds of people:  those who work and those who take the credit.  He told me to try to be in the first group; there was less competition there.

Compliments to Indira Gandhi


Don’t know that it really matters that I’ve been absent as far as writing on here.  I often think of things to write and have some drafts I could finish off, but I just haven’t.

I have been loving some of the stuff I reading at The Aging Rebel (, as always.  I just can’t recommend that blog enough if you are interested in “biker” culture.

But, at some point when I’m ready I’ll get some more stuff on here.  Just been busy with work, the kids, the wife, the club.  After all that, more time on the keyboard just hasn’t materialized.