Monday, November 28, 2005

Thanksgiving Weekend Wrap-Up

Here's the weekend wrap-up for you. It was a long weekend, so let's see how much I remember.

Thanksgiving was spent here with my in-laws. Everything went well. Stress was suprisingly low. We must be getting better at pulling it off! The turkey was yummy, and instead of creamed onions, we served my sister's French onion casserole. Think French onion soup without the soup. Fantastic! (I ate the little bit that was left over for supper!)

Friday. Julia and I ran a few errands in the morning. Friday evening I played with Blind Al in Brunswick. That went well, and the place was busy. They were actually at capacity, and had a line at the door. People had to leave before you could get in. I got home a little after two, and Paddy pulled in right behind me, having just come home from band practice. I had my eyes proped open, and he's giving me hugs. It was a little surreal.

Saturday, hmm. I don't really remember much. Susan ran some errands while I stayed home with the boys. Back to Josua's that evening. Home at about 2:30, in bed at 2:40.

Sunday morning was hectic. Getting to church on time was accomplished, but barely. I led Sunday School, and then taught the adult Sunday School class. Topic? The nine types of stories found in the gospels. (We got through the first two.) We celebrated cousin Sarah's birthday with lunch at Ma's. In the afternoon I took a nap. Sunday evening I preached my first sermon: John 13 and Luke 5. Subway for supper. (Chicken/Bacon/Ranch. What else?!) Bed.

Monday. The office. Everything broke. The phone rang constantly. Crazy. But now, peace! Sort of...

Listening to: Christmas Cookin', Jimmy Smith

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Friday, November 25, 2005

Very Cool!

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This is what greeted me when I arrived in downtown Dover/Foxcroft last weekend. How cool is that! First I get a hamburger named after me, now this!

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Wednesday, November 23, 2005


Strange week with the holiday, so you get your MI-5 (compliments of Melanie) early!

1. Which holiday do you like best & what do you like most about it?
Halloween. I'm into the macabre, a little. I like graveyards and skeletons and vampires and all that spooky stuff.

2. What is your favorite dish at Thanksgiving?
Ma's sausage stuffing.

3. Family gatherings during the holidays can bring out the best & worst in people. What interesting adventures have you had with your family?
Um, I guess I don't remember any. Everyone is usually quite well behaved.

4. Is there any Thanksgiving in particular that stands out? Explain.
Not really.

5. It's Thanksgiving, name 5 things you are grateful for.
A) My family
B) My job
C) My faith
D) Drums
E) My country

According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Thanksgiving and Dad

Reasons to be Thankful for Bill Batty, Sr.

At church on Sunday, Interim Pastor Chris Johnson spoke about Psalm 100. He spoke about the commands that we're to do as listed there: make a joyful noise, serve, and be thankful.

Some of my family members mentioned that it's very hard to be thankful this year without Dad. I think that's perfectly normal, and certainly I don't fault them for that. But I know that Dad would mention that God, even in these hard months, pours blessings on us continually.

I'm not going to be with that side of the family this year. For years, we've been alternating families when celebrating Thanksgiving; one year we are with the Battys, one year with the Dancers. Last year we flipped. We thought it important to be with my side of the family, inside knowing that it might be the last with Dad. So this year, it's the Dancer side.

Anyway, knowing I'm not going to be with them on Thursday, I wanted to list some things to be thankful for this year, taking a bit of focus off what bad things happened this year.

  • I'm thankful that Bill Batty Sr. was known by all as a "good person."
  • I'm thankful my Dad loved my Mom until the day he died. I'm thankful he taught me the lesson that says "When you're married to someone, you're married to them for life. Make sure you make the right choice the first time; there's not supposed to be a second time."
  • I'm thankful that Dad spent 99% of his career life helping people.
  • I'm thankful he lived long enough to see his twin grandsons born.
  • I'm thankful for the leadership he gave to our church. I'm thankful for the years of faithful service. And serve he did! How many hours did he put in leading Sunday School each week? In leading Sunday School, he also served each one of us who listened to his lessons each week.
  • I'm thankful that Dad showed me what it was to be a man, a father, and a husband. Christians are to pattern their life after Christ (a perfect example). But sometimes you need an example a little "closer to home," if you will. For me, Dad was my pattern. So much of who I am as a person is because of that man. Much of it of course wasn't even a conscious decision. He raised me, he said (through his actions) "This is the way to do things." Praise God he was my example. How many other boys have a great Dad to show them the way? Sadly, not enough. But thankfully, in my instance, I had that. I guess it would be safe to say if you love me, you should be thankful for Dad.
  • James, the Earthly brother of Jesus, said "Show me your faith without works. I'll show you MY faith by what I DO." Be thankful Dad lived his whole life this way.
  • I'm thankful the moment my Dad died that he was in Heaven in the presence of God. I have no doubt. None. Dad believed in the finished work of Christ. He'd tell you. He'd show you. He lived it. Many people will tell you they're saved. I've been to funerals where the preacher will say "He claimed to be a Christian, and we stand on that." And there are some people where you say "Well, I'm glad they professed with their mouth, but did they really mean it?" With Dad, that thought never even enters. He's there. He believed. The fruits of his testimony are plain.

    Please, if you're reading this, don't feel angry/sad/hurt that Dad isn't with us. Instead, let's focus on why we should be thankful for what we did have.

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Going to School on the Weekend

    So, what am I up to? Well, I played a high school musical for a couple of weekends. Firday was the last night for me. I couldn't do Saturday night, as I was playing The Center Theatre in Dover Foxcroft. They're renovating the place, and it looks like they're going to do a nice job. When I pulled into Main Street Dover/Foxcroft, there was the marquee: Tonight Only, Blind Albert Blues Band, Sold Out! (Picture will be coming.) Sunday, we had church in the morning, and in the afternoon we took Julia to see the play "Beauty and the Beast" at the high school. (Thanks Mom for watching the boys!) Then church again that evening.

    So there's the weekend wrap-up.

    I also have meant to mention that thanks to Amy and her Bad Groove, I've been taking some online courses. Barnes and Noble is offering free (for no credit of course) courses online. So I signed up for "The Bible as Literature" and "Grammar Fitness." Fun stuff! I'm really enjoying it. My father-in-law asked me if I would like to be a full time student. If I could find someone to pay for it, I'd love to! I think I'll also sign up here for more free Biblical training.

    Jim, good luck with your surgery tomorrow.

    Feeling: the need for more coffee
    Listening to: Jim sing Marvin Gaye

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Friday, November 18, 2005

    My Sister's MI-5

    (Lisa) "Since I'm completely in the Christmas Spirit already this year, I thought I'd go "Five Senses of Christmas". I think you may have already done something like this in the past, so you don't have to do it again."

    1. SIGHT: What things do you most look forward to seeing during the Christmas season?
    Back before we had kids, Susan and I used to take long rides looking for the ultimate "house of lights"--the most garish, light strewn, kilowatt hogging display we could find. There's a good one right here in Rockland on Summer Street, I think. There's a great one in Camden down by Lady Millvelle. And on Rt. 17 there's a good one on the straight stretch just before you get to Washington, and another up by Rideout Construction in Somerville. I look forward to seeing them all gleaming every year.

    2. SOUND: What is your favorite Christmas song/hymn/carol?
    My favorite song is "The Christmas Carol," written by the Velvet Fog himself, Mel Torme. He often joked about how interesting it was that one of the best Christmas songs of all time was written by a Jewish guy in July! My favorite hymn would be "Oh Holy Night," I guess. Carols are really my favorite style. I'm quite a stickler for a real carol, though. To me, a carol is meant to be sung, is usually of English/German/French origin, and usually has a large section in a minor key. "Silent Night" is a hymn, not a carol. "Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" is a Christmas song, but not a Christmas carol. "God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman"--now that's a carol! It's probably my favorite Christmas tune of all. But I also give high marks to "We Three Kings," "Coventry Carol" (ever read the words to that one? Heavy!), and "How Great or Joy."

    3. TASTE: What do you most enjoy eating during the holiday season?
    Chocolate cream pie with thick, homemade pudding. I love it when Mom overcooks the pudding on purpose, making it extra firm! Yum! And Uncle Ade's eggnog recipe. There is none finer. None. Stuff from the store? Bilge water! Uncle Ade's version is like drinking creamy clouds. Aunt Ginny has got the technique down--she don't be ticklin' or nothin'. Only that one night a year do I drink it. But boy will I be ready to put two or three glasses down!

    4. SMELL: What about a smell? Is there a certain smell that reminds you of Christmas?
    Pine/spruce trees, turkey roasting. Just the usual stuff. Nothing extraordinary here.

    5. TOUCH: Recall a "touching" Christmas memory.
    I remember two in particular. I remember the target rifle that Father bought me one year. I also remember a certain bass drum microphone. It was all I wanted one year. Susan and I were dating, but not married yet. Christmas morning, I waited to open that microphone. Mom handed me a box, and it seemed quite heavy for its size. “This must me the microphone!” I squealed. But it wasn’t. It was a book about The Beatles. I tired to hide my disappointment, but couldn’t do it fast enough. I could tell by the look on Mom’s face. Later that evening, Susan came down to open her presents from my family. While she was opening her presents, she said “Oh, here’s one that’s for Bill!” It was my microphone. She and Mom went in on it together, and she wanted to see my expression when I opened it. I leaned an important lesson that day.

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Thursday, November 17, 2005

    Last Night's Dream Sequence

    Paddy and I had just finished putting the gear in White Lightnin'. We played this gig in Disneyworld, and I was navigating the truck through a whole crowd of people. I spied a cappuccino stand and I said "You want something to drink before we head back to Maine?" He said that he wasn't really thirsty, but he'd like a sip of whatever I got. "You want me to get a giganta-huge cappuccino and we'll split it?" He said "No, you don't have to get a big one. I just want a little sip."

    So we hopped out of the truck, and made our way over to the stand. Paddy informed me he didn't have any money. I told him not to worry about it; it was on me. So he then says to the lady "I'll take two super grande tall mochaccinos, two lemon bars, and two of those navel oranges." I looked at him stupefied. Where had this sudden hunger come from? Was it because I said I'd pay?

    Next thing I know, this guy is walking over to me. I recognize him as the director of this play Susan and I are in. He said "Did you buy some props for the play on your credit card?" I told him I had. "Do you still have the receipt?" he asked. I handed it to him.

    "That circled figure is my share," I said. "We're going to split the cost three ways. Susan is paying 1/3, I'm paying a third, and the producer is paying 1/3."

    He said "Doesn't it seem more fair that, since the show is keeping the props, that we pay 100% of the tab?"

    I agreed.

    Then I woke up.

    Here's the strange thing. Monday night I had the Buddhist sex dream. Well that night, I woke up around three, and had a little square of Lindt chocolate and a swig of milk. Then Tuesday. No snack. No dream. Wednesday night (last night) I had the same square of chocolate and sip of milk in the middle of the night. And then this dream! Have I found the secret to the Billy Rhythm Strange Dream Machine??!!?!

    Drinking: Some tea I've named Lapsang Shoe Shine

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Tuesday, November 15, 2005

    Crazy Budist Sex Dream

    Good morning, all! It's 7:03 EST here in Maine, and I thought I'd start your morning off with a crazy dream that involves some really crazy (though I'll not make it pornographic) sex. (I'll put that in the "Get More Here" section, so you won't have to read that part if you don't want.)

    I was hired to play a Middle School dance. The dance was taking place in, you guessed it, the front living room of my grandmother's house. For those of you who've never been there, Ma has two living rooms, and they're next to each other. One is in the front 1/2 of the house, and the second is in the back 1/2. They share a common wall, and there's an opening between so you can walk from one living room to the other. But they are seperate rooms; it does not feel at all like one big room. (You could pull the wall down, I guess, but I think the chimney is hidden in that wall.) Anyway...

    So I'm all set up and ready, and I'm trying to think about what song I should play first. In reality, I don't normally play school dances, as I don't have the material kids want. But, it's a dream. Right next to me is a student. He's got his laptop and a cheap little mixer, and he's going to hook into my system, and play durning the breaks and whatnot. No big whoop to me really, I'm kinda showing him the ropes. But the time comes to play the first song, and I just can't figure out what to start with. So this kid starts things off. The song is a big hit with the kids, and they all start dancing. I don't have any material that even resembles what this kid is playing. So now I think I'm really in trouble. I'm looking through all my CDs, and I'm starting to panic. Now the first song is over, and I'm still not ready. So the kid spins his second tune. The student's love him, and I'm thinking maybe he should just play the gig. I decide I need to look at my other CDs, and they're in the other living room.

    Click "Get More Here" if you'd like to continue, but be forewarned, it's a little freaky. No bad language, but don't let your kids read it.)

    Set this day by the hand of Billy Rhythm [Link] [Get More Here]

    Monday, November 14, 2005

    Cool Music Find

    What do you get when you combine a funky John Schofield style, guitar driven quartet, Klezmer music, and a dash of surf music? Something really cool that's been added to my Amazon wish list! Dig the free samples!

    Listening to: What else?!

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Friday, November 11, 2005

    MI-5, Courtesy of Me

    Since I'm going through the wisdom teeth thang, this is what I came up with. Sorry it's late; being out of the office has me out of the loop.

    1) What's the most serious surgery/hospital stay you've had?
    I haven't had anything too serious, really. I had my appendix out, so I was in for a couple of days with that. Same with tonsils. I had surgery on my knee. I think I was only in for a night with that.

    2) What's the most serious pain you've had?
    Well, I told you about the knee surgery. I have a problem dislocating my kneecaps, especially the right one. I dislocated so much, it started to be now big thing. It would pop back in, and I'd just go about my business. Well one time, after it popped, it started to swell. It got really, really big. So we went to the E.R. The doctor thought there was fluid behind my kneecap. So they stuck a needle behind my kneecap. I remember squeezing Dad's hand very hard. The doctor pulled the plunger back on the syringe, but nothing came out. So this made a little vaccuum in the syringe. He let go of the plunger, and it just SNAPPED forward. Man, that hurt! He chuckled a little, and did it again, kind of in a "Hey watch this" sorta attitude.

    3) Do you have any kind of on-going health problem, e.g. high blood pressure, high cholesterol, etc.?
    No, I seem to be relatively healthy, other than my weight. I had a physical a couple of months ago. I had blood work done for my sugar and cholesterol and whatnot, but I haven't heard the results yet.

    4) Do you do anything specifically to help keep you healthy?
    No. It's awful. I should really be walking and watching what I eat. I get almost no exercise.

    5) Are you worried about any inherited health issues?
    Of course, I worry about cancer. Batty men have had some cancer issues. In fact, Dad was worried about lung cancer when they found the cancer in his kidney. He didn't have any symptoms, but he was worried about his history. While they were looking at his lungs, they found the growth in his kidney. And it spread from there. So I worry about that. And I also worry for my kids. Not only did my Dad have kidney cancer, but Sue's Dad did too. So they're gonna get whammied from both sides of the familly.

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Wednesday, November 9, 2005

    The Wisdom Teeth (Almost) Fiasco

    For about 15 years, my dentist has been telling me to have my wisdom teeth out. They weren't bothering me really, but it was affecting my gums a little, and when they did a cleaning, it really hurt when the cleaned back there. Well, since medical bills this year have been pretty low, there was enough left in the cafeteria plan for me to have them out. I went to Dr. Gee and got his thoughts. He said it was six of one, 1/2 dozen of another. I did have this other tooth, though...

    It's what I call my $2000 tooth. Back when I was at Wal-Mart, friend Mary made me some fried chicken for my birthday one year. I cracked a tooth on it. I had a crown put in. $800. The gum under the tooth got infected, so I needed a root canal. Another $800. That didn't take care of the problem. So they did some gum surgery, trying to clean out the infection from below. $200. That didn't work. They wanted to do another root canal. I could've bought a good used car for what I had invested in this tooth. No way. For $250, I could have the stupid thing pulled.

    So when I left Dr. Gee's office a few months back, I decided to have the 2k tooth removed, and leave the wisdom teeth. After thinking about it awhile, though, I decided to have them out. I had the money, why not get it over with. So I called the office back, and told them I changed my mind. They said it was fine, rescheduled me, and sent me new paperwork--which I didn't really read...

    Last Thursday they called to confirm. "Remember," they said, "you have to fast after midnight the day before." No prob.

    So I got up Tuesday morning, made Julia lunch, made coffee for Susan, the regular stuff. So I was thinking about some coffee too. They told me I had to fast. I figured no solid food, right? Coffee must be ok.

    I had 1/2 cup.

    I got the doctors a few minutes early. The receptionist said "Do you have a ride home?" (I was going under for the removal of these five teeth. I didn't want to be awake, watching him haul and yarn.) "Yes I do. She's coming in an hour and a half. And I have a short sleeved shirt on, and I haven't eaten since before midnight."

    "And you haven't drunk anything either, right?"


    "Well, I did have a cup of coffee. Actually, it was only 1/2 a cup."

    No good. Apparently, when they put you under, you have no gag reflex. So if you vomit, you don't really spit it out. You just pull a Hendrix. So they wouldn't put me out. They had me go speak to the doctor.

    "I can't put you out," said Dr. Gee. "It's just too dangerous. Let's reschedule."

    "Doc, I took vacation from work this week. Isn't there any way I could get them out?"

    "Well, we could do local anesthesia. That means you'd get lots of shots of novicaine."

    "That doesn't bother me," I said. "I just don't like the idea of me seeing you, foot braced against the chair, yanking for all you're worth, plonking teeth out of my head."

    "Well, I could give you a little something to relax. You wouldn't be out all the way, but you wouldn't mind what I was doing to you."

    "Great. Let's do it."

    So he gave me some laughing gas first. That didn't seem to do much, really. Then he gave me a shot of something. He said "This will make you feel funny." It was almost instantaneous! I said "Woah! This works fast!"

    Suddenly, someone's pulling a red tapestry over my head. (Not really, but that's what it looked like to me.) Next thing I now, I'm looking at the nurse, and she says "He's got three out already." Where was I?

    So, to wrap up, I'm now five teeth lighter, including the $2000 tooth. (They don't let you keep teeth, but I insisted I get the gold crown back. Surpisingly, they let me keep the whole thing.) I haven't had a lot of pain, just soreness. I took one Vicodin yesterday, but haven't--and won't--take any today. In reality, I could be at work today. My sister said I looked good. She stopped by with some chocolate ice cream (thanks Leese!). So in reality, it wasn't so bad.

    And to think, it almost didn't happen due to a lousy 1/2 cup of coffee!

    Reading: Psalm 104
    Listening to: Pick Up the Pieces, The Average White Band

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Tuesday, November 8, 2005

    Weekend Wrap-Up, One Day Late

    Let's see, Friday night after work... I came home. I made supper: steak, noodles, szechuan veggies. Not so much exciting, huh? Saturday I worked at the office 'til noon, and it was hoppin' all morning. The time went by very fast, but Jim and I didn't get any bonding time. In the afternoon, I had a rehearsal for a musical I'm playing. To be honest, I can't even remember the name of the show, but it's got lot's of standard tunes in it, like "I Got Rhythm," and "Embracable You," and "They Can't Take That Away From Me." By the time rehearsal was over, it was time to go home for supper. Susan made pork chops and some kind of roasted potatoes. Sunday was church. We asked next-door neighbor Taylor to go with us. Dwane had to work, so I acted as song leader. We had lunch at Mom's, and the lasagne was awesome! I took a nap in the afternoon, and then back to church in the evening. Monday I did some winterizing around the house. I'm on vacation, see. In fact, in about 1/2 hour, I'm on my way to the oral surgeon to have my wisdom teeth out. I've been putting it off for 15 years, so I guess I ought to do it. So postings from me this week will be hit and miss, depending on how I feel. Everyone tells me I'm going to be a mess, but I'm not planning on it. I've got to lead Bible study tomorrow night, and I'm planning on being there.

    Reminder to self: to forget to post how wonderful your daughter is!

    Just Finished Watching: The History of Vampires
    Watching: American Chopper

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Friday, November 4, 2005

    Crazy Dreams

    OK, so here's the next installment from the crazy Billy Rhythm dream factory.

    We're at a restaurant. It's me, Susan, Lisa and Dwane, Mom and Dad (yes, Dad's there), and some guy we don't know. As we're walking to our table, we notice there aren't many people in the restaurant. We're Mainers, so we eat supper early. The crowd isn't here yet. Dad say's "I'd like to buy appitizers for everyone in here." He tells the waiter to take either chicken fingers or stuffed mushrooms to each table.

    We sit down and order. The guy we don't know is sitting next to us. He orders a bowl of soup, and the waiter brings it to him. He reaches into his inside jacket pocket, and produces a tin of caviar. He proceeds to drop little dolops onto his soup.

    "Have you ever tried caviar?" he asks me in a Brittish accent.
    "I have, and I didn't like it. I had it on the cruise."
    "Was it on one of those vegetable platters?" he asked.
    "Yes it was," I replied. (In reality, I did try caviar on the cruise, but it wasn't on a vegetable platter.)
    "Oh, well that's not good caviar. Try this."

    He hands me a spoon with a few of the fish eggs on it. They're much bigger in my dream than they are in reality. They're about the size of a chocolate Easter egg. They're blue. I try them. They're not salty a fishy. Instead, they're egg-y. More like a quail egg than a fish egg.

    The waiter then brings out our food. Everybody's food is on one giant tray. I had ordered the Duo of Lamb: two braised lamb shanks and two grilled rib chops. (In reality, The Samoset here in town serves the same dish, and it's to die for!!!) Susan puts one shank and one chop on my plate. She begins to put another chop on. I protest, insisting there isn't enough room. She continues despite my protestations. She ends up tipping the plate, and all kids of glace spills on the white tablecloth. I grab a napkin. They're not cloth. They're like the paper ones you get at McDonalds. There are only three on the table, and they are soaked quickly. I call for the waiter. He comes over.

    "I need to ask you a favor," he says. "I forgot to write your order down on a slip. Will you please tell me what you had for dinner and appetizers, and I'll make up the tab."
    "What about the appetizers my father ordered at the beginning of the evening?" I asked. "How will you generate that?"
    "Well, I'll just ask everyone here what they had for appetizers."
    "But you can't do that," I said. "Dad wanted to buy apps for the people who were here when we came in. There's a BUNCH more people here now. It wasn't his intention to buy apps for everyone."

    I left the table to try and find more napkins. As I was leaving, I decided to ask some early arrivers if they'd gotten an appetizer. They hadn't! They guy was trying to rook us, and pad the bill.

    I was moving around the restaurant, when I noticed Sumner Kinney finishing up his meal. I went over to talk to him.

    "You know Bill," he said, "if I had a cigar, this would be a perfect evening. To bad I don't have one."
    "What if I could get you one?" I asked.
    "Well, then I'd believe that you really are the coolest guy in the Rockland Kiwanis club." (In real life Gordon Page always says that I'm the club's coolest member.)
    "Wait here," I said. I went to my truck, reached into my drum stick bag, and pulled out a cigar that Joe Catalano (anther Kiwanian) had given me. I took it into Sumner. "It's a little dry, and could use some time in a humidor, but you could smoke it right now."
    "Thank you so much," Sumner said.

    And I woke up.

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Jimmy T's Second Week of MI-5

    1. Do you like to dance? If so tell us about it.
    Yes, I do. Years ago, I played in a country band, and we played quite a few Sunday afternoon gigs. My sister--three years my elder--was taking dance lessons in gym class. So she taught me to waltz, foxtrot, polka, and jitterbug. So we'd play these dances with other bands, and Lisa and I would dance. Susan and I dance very little. In fact, I dance very little now. I'm usually on the stage.

    "Hug a musician. They never get to dance."

    2. If you could do one kind thing for someone you know in the next
    week what would it be?
    I can't tell you. But I can tell you this: the guy who's our interim pastor has been preaching on servant evangelism. The idea is that you do something, something small really, that shows people you love them, and ultimately that God loves them. I've been trying to do those kind of things over the past few weeks. It's kind of a "random acts of kindness" thing. I know some of you reading this will say "Hey, Bill did this little thing for me a few weeks ago," and I say "I did it because I love you and God loves you too."

    3. Tell us what you do online in your private life? What won't you do online that you can do online?
    Personally, I don't think online dating seems to work out too much, but my friend Harley met his lovely wife online. Like Jim, I pay some bills online, shop online, work online, communicate online. Heck, the most intimate portions of my life are online. I'd do just about everything on line.

    4. What is your favorite game (think video, board or card games not sports)?
    Favorite video game would make me go old school. I like Frogger, Centapide, and Donkey Kong. Board game? Trivial Pursuit, and more specifically, Star Wars Trivial Pursuit. For card games I like Cribbage and Spades, although I NEVER get a chance to play them.

    5. Describe your most harrowing automobile breakdown.
    I don't really have one that was "harrowing," but I have one that's memorable. I was in Augusta with my boss one snowy day, when I hit a granite curb hidden under some snow. It put quite a gash in the tire. So I pulled off the road, prepared to change a tire, on a pick-up (not easy to do), in the snow. Great. Now on this Ford truck, maybe most Ford trucks, the jack is stored under the hood. So I reached down and pulled the hood release. The cable snapped. So I'm here with my boss, hood release handle in hand, jack under the hood, which I can't open, with a flat tire. I had do get a tow about 2/10ths of a mile to Sams Club to get a new tire. And the strange part? We had just LEFT Sams Club when I got the flat!

    Listening to: Pete Droge, Find A Door

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

    Tuesday, November 1, 2005

    The Day AFTER Halloween

    So yes, I did dress up for Halloween. Here I am at my Kiwanis meeting. From left to right, Joe Catalano as a swashbuckler of some nature, Betty Ann Tucker as a bee (?), club president Carol Kelley as a con, me as something spooky sorta, and Lynn Taylor as a "black widow."

    In other Halloween news, and old high school friend emailed me the other day. Robert Bailey sent me a link to James Earl Jones reading Poe's "The Raven" for I had high hopes. I was disappointed. Man, James can't read Poe. The poem needs to grow in energy. The pace needs to quicken. The narrator needs to grow agitated, frightened as the poem goes along. James just read it. No real inflection. I was surprised. But I thank Robert for mailing me the link. And it was good to hear from another "Salt and Pepper Bandit." (I'll tell you that old high school story someday.)

    In other Poe news...

    So since I was dissapointed with Mr. Jones, I decided to break out a reading I did with a drama troupe years ago in which WE read the poem as a "reader's theater" piece. It was played on local radio, and we added sound effects and such. So as I'm playing it, Julia says "Is it almost over?" She's not scared. She's bored. And Susan said "I never really thought it was that scary either."

    Where did I go wrong?!

    According to the prophecy of: Billy Rhythm [Link]

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