Not bad for a middle-aged broad!
Thursday, 20, October, 2011
Friday, 14, October, 2011
Thursday, 22, September, 2011
Happy Fall!
http://youtu.be/WA751Rf-9dI Cheryl Wheeler in concert.
When Fall Comes To New England
Words And Music By:
Cheryl Wheeler
When fall comes to New England
The sun slants in so fine
And the air’s so clear
You can almost hear the grapes grow on the vine
The nights are sharp with starlight
And the days are cool and clean
And in the blue sky overhead
The northern geese fly south instead
And leaves are Irish Setter red
When fall comes to New England
When fall comes to New England
And the wind blows off the sea
Swallows fly in a perfect sky
And the world was meant to be
When the acorns line the walkways
Then winter can’t be far
From yellow leaves a blue jay calls
Grandmothers Walk Out In Their Shawl
And Chipmunks Run The Old Stone Walls
When fall comes to New England
The frost is on the pumpkin
The squash is off the vine
And winter warnings race across the sky
The squirrels are on to something
And they’re working overtime
The foxes blink and stare and so do I
‘Cause when fall comes to New England
Oh I can’t turn away
From fading light on flying wings
And late good-byes a robin sings
And then another thousand things
When fall comes to New England
When fall comes to New England
Monday, 19, September, 2011
19th September, 2011
International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Arrrr, two oferrings fer ye, me hearties!
and
Wednesday, 24, August, 2011
Yeah, Summer’s Over
The marching band was playing this morning. For some reason, they don’t practice on the field next to the school, they walk all the way down to the far side of the oval. It’s easier to hear them.
Wednesday, 13, July, 2011
Robin
I was walking along, and saw this little fellow, sitting on the ground, cheeping miserably. Didn’t move when I approached, and just opened his mouth wide when I stretched my hand out toward him. 
I stood and watched for a little while, and presently, a robin came by, stuffed a cricket into the chick’s mouth, and flew off. So, everything is under control, as long as Tinker doesn’t happen by.
Monday, 4, July, 2011
July 4th
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Needed to be said again.
Friday, 1, July, 2011
Thursday, 12, May, 2011
Chief John Hanna, USN
According to Matt, Chief Hanna was well known, and kept himself to himself. More information can be found at the Ravings of A Feral Genius. Go read it. It made me cry. But the Feral Genius has a point, which she makes in the addendum to her post:
Thoreau at Unqualified Offerings suggests making donations to I Am My Brother’s Keeper, the homeless shelter where John spent his last months before going into the hospital.
ADDITIONAL ADDENDUM: It’s also worth considering a small donation to Joseph Norris, the funeral home operator who donated the coffin, took care of J-sub’s body and notified the reporter; without him, none of us might ever have known for certain what happened to our friend. Norris is a small business owner, and I doubt he’s rich enough for such to be mere pocket-change expenses for him.
Joseph Norris
Gates of Heaven Funeral Home
4412 Livernois Avenue
Detroit, MI 48210
(313) 894-2427
Monday, 9, May, 2011
Somebody’s Shipmate UPDATE
I learned of Chief Hannah from Neptunus Lex. I thought the word should get out, and I’m using Lex’s own words, he’s better at it than I am.
John D. Hannah served his country honorably. Retired as a senior chief petty officer. Went back home to Illinois
His wife died, he took it hard. Dropped out of life as it is normally lived. Helped out at with chores at a homeless shelter in Detroit, in exchange for a vinyl mat to sleep on. Smoked, got lung cancer, died. Utterly alone, and unclaimed:
His body lies alone in a cooled room in the Gates of Heaven Funeral Home in Detroit, thanks to the grace of its 66-year-old owner, Joseph Norris, who said, “My heart told me I had to do this.”
Norris is keeping Hannah unburied, in a donated coffin, until someone from his family, some brother, sister, child, uncle, cousin — even a friend — comes forward to say they knew him.
For two weeks, no one has, despite Hannah’s years of service in the Navy, despite an honorable discharge, despite calls and a letter to the U.S. Military Retirement Pay Division. Bureaucracy and privacy concerns (ironic for a man whom no one has claimed) bog down the process.
Meanwhile, Hannah’s corpse remains unvisited. Surely, there is someone reading this who knew him? A man can’t simply die in the state where he was raised, in the city where he lived and have no one to stand by his coffin, can he?
I don’t think I ever met him. But somebody did. Maybe not you, shipmates. But maybe someone you knew. Or someone they knew.
Someone who can help. Ask around.
UPDATE: They located Senior Chief John Hannah’s brother, and are working on arranging a proper burial at the Great Lakes Naval Training Center.
William The Coroner's Forensic Files 