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DRIVE

April 30, 2020 By Larry Adamson Leave a Comment

Just some thoughts:
                                               DRIVE
 
On the way home today from the golf course I slipped in a Alan Jackson cd. Thus the roots for these thoughts. You might want to scroll down and read the last couple paragraphs of my encounter with Steve. I’d pay some $$$ today if I could see ole Steve. 
 
Alan Jackson once sang out it. But if you were ever a young boy growing up in a rural setting you probably lived it.
 
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I can remember when I was a young boy how on a Friday night my dad would often say to me, “Tomorrow we need to go to Calvin’s barber shop in Farmersburg and get you a hair cut.” Now getting a hair cut did not do anything for me. But what would often happen on the way home from the barber shop would.
 
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                                Just an old half ton shortbed Ford
                                       My uncle bought new in ’64
                      Daddy got it right ’cause the engine was smoking
                          A couple of burn values and he had it going
                         He let me drive her when we’d haul off a load
 
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On the way to Farmersburg to Calvin’s barbershop my dad would take the main road, Highway 41. Drive by Wood’s lake, Suwannee Orchards, Bud’s gas station, the White Swain and then turn left into town. Bud had the biggest dog you would ever see, Jiggs. Jiggs was a Great Dane and big enough you could ride. Jiggs once ran out in front of a car thus Jiggs had a leg in a cast for long time.  
 
 But on the way home if all went as I hope we would take the back road home, about a ten mile ride on an old gravel road. Just before getting on that gravel road my dad would say to me, “You wanna drive?”  You can imagine my answer. The earliest of times I would have been no more than eleven or twelve years old. I would sit between my dad’s legs, move up as far as I could in the seat so I could touch the pedals and the gas. 
 
        I’d sit up in the seat and stretch my feet out to the pedals
                 Smiling like a hero that just received his medal 
 
                            It was just an old hand-me-down Ford
        With a three speed on the column and a dent in the door
                              A young boy two hands on the wheel
                           I can’t replace the way it made me feel
                                  And I would press the clutch
                                     And I would keep it right
            He would say “a little slower son/You’re doing just fine
                            Just a dirt road with trash on each side.
                                            But I was Mario Andretti
                                           When daddy let me drive
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                                 It was just an old worn out Jeep
                                rusty old floorboard, hot on my feet
                             A young girl two hands on the wheel
                           I can’t replace the way it made me feel
                           “Straighten up girl, you’re doing just fine”
                          Just a little valley by the river where we’d ride
                                     But I was high on a mountain
                                        When daddy let me drive
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This is one of the best stories that every happened to me in my coaching and teaching days. 
Among other things I taught when I taught high school was driver’s training.
(Oh my) I once said to a kid, as he sat behind the wheel driving in my driver’s training class, “Steve, I wish I had this type of attention from you in my history class you are in. I never will forget his response:
 “Well Coach, in all due respect, the way I figure it that history class will not do nearly as much for me as learning how to operate these                    sets of wheels will do for me on a Saturday night.”
 I had no come back for my boy Steve. I wanted to tell him that once upon a time I had similar feelings.
                  “I felt like Mario Andretti when daddy let me drive.”
===============================================April 30, 2020
Keep on,
Larry Adamson

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FOOLISH QUESTIONS

April 29, 2020 By Larry Adamson Leave a Comment

Just some thoughts:

                                     FOOLISH QUESTIONS
 
In my opinion some of the most foolish questions asked are often done  in sports and political press conferences. Again, not all and the conferences have their place. But if you have paid attention or ever sat through any of those I think you would have to admit such. Often I have felt there were those in the room more interested in asking a “gotch” question, rather than a serious inquiry. 
 
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I remember sitting in one such sports interviews where Jack Nicklaus was being interviewed. Of all the people interviewed I thought he handled such questions the best of anyone I ever saw. I remember him being asked a really “foolish” (dumb) question. The room went silent. He merely looked at the asking party, gave him that Jack Nicklaus look that only Nicklaus could. He paused a moment, then pointed to another reporter and said “next question.” He did nothing to acknowledge the question or the questioner. His only response, “Next Question.”   
 
 
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Johnny Cash once sang of the matter in a song:
                                         “Foolish Questions.”
 
Now you’ve all heard foolish questions/ no doubt you’ve wondered why
Some person will ask a foolish question and expect a sensible reply
Like when you take your girl some candy, say maybe just after tea
You notice how she’ll grab it and she’ll say, “Is that for me?”
 
Foolish questions, you can answer when you can
“No, I bought this candy for your MA or Pat, or for John the hired hand
I just thought you’d like to see it, now I’m gonna take it away”
Now wasn’t that a foolish question? You’ll hear’em ev’ry day
 
And then most every morning, there is someone ’round the place
Who sees you take the shaving brush and lather up your face
And as you give the razor a preliminary wave
This fool will walk up and ask you, “Are you gonna take a shave?”
 
Foolish question, your answer is I hope
“No, I ain’t prepared for shavin’, I just like the taste of soap
I kinda like to take the shaving brush and paint myself this way”
Now wasn’t that a foolish question? You’ll hear’em ev’ry day
 
Now then there’s this fellas who meets you on your way
And asks you why your all dressed up and listens while you say
That you just been returning from the funeral of poor old Uncle Ned 
As soon as you have told him, he will say, “Is Ned dead?”
 
Foolish question, you might as well reply
“No, he thought he’d have the funeral now, then later on he’d die
You know Ned was always so original, he wanted it that way
Now wasn’t that a foolish question? You’ll hear’em ev’ry day
 
Now suppose the elevator guy should forget to close the door
And you should tumble down, oh say forty-seven floors
And when you reach the bottom and  you’re lying there inert
Some fool will stick his head down the shaft and holler, “Are you hurt?”
 
Foolish questions, your dying words are
“No, I was in a awful hurry and that elevator’s just too slow
Usually saves a lot of time you know, comin’ down this way”
Now wasn’t that a foolish question? You’ll hear’em every day
 
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                        Foolish questions/ you’ll hear them every day  
 
Give credit to the creativity of the writer–Arthur Smith
 
Lot of truth…in  his humor…
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April 29, 2020
Keep on,
Larry Adamson  
 
              

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LETTERS

April 28, 2020 By Larry Adamson Leave a Comment

Just some thoughts: 

                                            LETTERS

A lost art. Once so much a part of American society and now it will never be back. Texting is not letter writing.
 
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David McCullough is one of my favorite writers. Maybe my favorite especially of history. Recently thinking of his writings caused me to go back and re-read some of his works. Especially his writings about Harry Truman and The Adams, John and Abigail. 
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One of the things he talks about regarding them is their letter writing. Not just short notes, but all written in long hand and often many pages. He said of the Adams’s “neither of them was capable of writing a boring line or a short letter.” Between the two of them they wrote over a thousand letters. Most of those letters are still in existences.
 
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He told a story of Truman that when his wife was back home seeing about her sick mother and Harry was President all alone in the White House. In one thirty day period he wrote her thirty-seven letters. All in beautiful hand writing and never a question about a letter or a word.
 
McCullough tells of personally being given access to those letters and what it was like to sit down in a chair and hold in his hands reading one of these letters. He described it as quite a thrill and an honor. “You’re holding history.”
 
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Hearing McCullough tell of that experience reminded me a similar experience I had. During my years on staff at the United States Golf Association  I was working late one night when I got a call from the curator of our library. Shame on me. I had given her the nickname, “Big Bird.” If you saw her, knew her you would understand why. But again shame on me.
 
“Larry you got a minute” she asked. “I think I got some things here that might be of interest to you.” I left my office and walked to “Big Bird’s” office (shame/shame) and there I saw stacks of letters. 
 
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What had happened the legendary golfer Bobby Jones’s family had contacted our office. Jones had been dead for sometime and they were making some decisions about his various personal remains. What they had done, was they were now giving a huge amount of his correspondence to our library.
 
I remember our curator saying, “It’s late I’ve got to leave but you’re welcome to sit and go through any of this stuff you might finding interesting.” Find interesting, what did she think. For well into the night and nights to follow I found myself reading letters that Jones had written with so many over the years. 
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I especially remember one letter in particular. The letter began, “Dear Ike.” Jones and President Eisenhower had exchanged a number of letters. That particular letter was followed with a letter back to Jones from Eisenhower. One of the letters the two of them referenced the matter of Eisenhower calling out federal troops to support the interrogation of the  high school in Little Rock, Arkansas.
Love, Barack
 
There I sat all alone in our library reading, holding a letter from one of the most famous names in the history of golf and from the man who lead the world through WW II.  I was reminded of when I was a young boy growing up in Indiana , Eisenhower was running for president and all the signs and buttons that read “We like Ike.” 
 
As McCullough said there is something special about:
                                
                                 “Holding history in your hands.” 
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April  28, 2020
Keep on,
Larry Adamson
 
      

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“WELL COME ON IN”

April 27, 2020 By Larry Adamson Leave a Comment

Just some thoughts:

                                         “WELL COME ON IN”
 
The passing of Harold Reid of the Statler Brothers this past Friday continues to stay with me.
 
 
Statler Brothers fans honor Harold Reid with memories, flowers
 
Today as I was played some of their music on the way to my coffee place. One of the songs that came on was “I Saw Your Picture In The Paper.” Harold and his brother wrote this song and Harold does a recitation  in the song. “Well I saw your picture in the paper Sunday morning.” I would loved to have asked them about the genesis for the writing of the song.
               “Well I saw your picture in the paper Sunday           
             morning and to say the least it took me by surprise.”
 
I had an encounter with Harold a number of years ago. Encounter sounds like a bad word. Sorry.  It was a good encounter. During my years on staff with the United States Golf Association one of my duties was to attend the Master’s each year in Augusta,GA. Tough “duty” right. 
 
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                           (Picture of the old school that became offices)
 
For what ever reason I always preferred  to drive from where we lived in New Jersey to Augusta, GA. Weather in NJ was still not convertible weather but about Richmond, VA I could put the top down and really enjoy the ride.
 
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In one of those trips I stopped in Stanton,VA which was the home of the Statler Brothers. They had chosen despite their success they would never move from where they were born and raised. During this time they had taken the old elementary school building where they attended and converted it to their offices and a museum. Actually they had saved it from being torn down.
 
On this drive I had allowed myself enough time to stop at this museum. I did but to my disappointment  I was too early. They were not open. I had gotten back in my car and was about to leave the parking lot when in pulled a pick-up truck. The truck pulled up to the side of me, party rolled the window down and said, “Can I help you?” It was Harold, Harold Reid. I about fell out of my car,
 
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I told him who I was, where I was going and what I had hoped was to visit the museum. To which and I can still hear that booming voice say to me, “Well,  get out of your car and come go with me.” I walked with him as he opened the doors. He then took me on a quick visit of the museum and told me “Now you take and stay as long as you want, and hey thanks for  comin’ by.”
 
Before I left that day I also met Phil Balsey another member of the group. Just before leaving I stopped at Harold’s office and thanked him. “Well stick around ole Don be here after while.”
 
I then got in my car and continued on playing Statler Brothers music most all the way.
 
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The Statler’s once had a song called “Thank You World. The drift of the song is the group thanking the world for letting them do and be who they were.
Well thank you Statler’s and even more so thank you Harold for your kindness and hospitality you showed to me on this special day.
=========================================April  27th
Keep on,
Larry Adamson

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SOME THINGS I WANT RETURNED

April 26, 2020 By Larry Adamson Leave a Comment

Just some thoughts:

                             SOME THINGS I WANT RETURNED 
 
Recently with all this virus stuff I heard someone say,” I sure don’t want to return” and they named some things. And I get that, but there are some things I do want to return and I hope we never go away from them. But I’m a bit apprehensive they may or to a degree go away. 
 
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Yes there are some things I hope all this virus stuff does change. OK.
 
One I don’t want and I have some fear there will be efforts either conscious or unconsciously to do and that is the “on line” and “social distance” movement. I fear that once this virus matter is under control there will be a movement in too many areas to create an environment that could limit human contact. 
 
I hear this time referenced as a “war.” Some even referencing back to the time in our country of WW II. One thing for sure during that time  people did not do is “distance themselves.” Women they went to work in factories, people were brought in contact, physical contact like nothing previous. War bond rallies brought huge crowds together.
 
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With this virus stuff I have had to get my coffee and bagel in a different manner. OK no big deal. One place I would go I would have no human contact at all other than seeing a hand through a small opening in a wall. Here, here it is “thru a window.” Now drive on, go away.
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In the past getting my coffee involved human contact. I would be greeted by someone calling me by name. Likewise I would do so in return. I doubt if “on line” I would have learned that one of the coffee ladies was having to have eye surgery. Or that another had a diabetes issue. Or that another’s mother was in the hospital. Or that another lost her home in the tornado. I could have gotten my coffee “thru the window” but I would never known anything about the one at the window.
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This coming week we have a “zoom” meeting with the parties involved in the upcoming building of a new house, cottage we will be building. Again, yes I understand because of the present circumstance this is how we have to do business. I am not bad mouthing or opposing that.  But I hope business does not decide this is now how to do business in the future. I fear our society having and finding more ways in which to deal less with one another.
Church, as I have been doing “church,” for me is not sitting at my kitchen table with a cup of coffee viewing a small screen where a person standing alone in a room is speaking. Again don’t jump me–I am not saying currently this is not the way it has to be. I am saying I hope this does not become the future norm.
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I am not a big fan of “on line learning.” And we certainly see this happening more and more. I think the greatest learning takes place “face to face,” with human exchange.
Again I do not have all the answers and I am not saying what we are now doing is not necessary to get us through these times. But I am saying there are some things I hope don’t come back but there are some things I hope they never go away. I hope as humans we don’t choose permanently to “distance ourselves.”
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April 26, 2020
Keep on,
Larry Adamson

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ROAD HOG

April 25, 2020 By Larry Adamson Leave a Comment

Just  some thoughts:
                                          ROAD HOG
 
Early this morning as I headed to my coffee place I got a call from a good friend of mine telling me that Harold Reid of the Statler Brothers had died. He was eighty years old and had been battling kidney issues for sometime.
 
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I loved the Statler Brothers. A group that came on the music scene in the early 1960s’. I remember the first time I heard  them and the song that was playing. The lyrics  caused me to pull over to the side of the road. Well actually it was the town square I was driving and I pulled into an angle parking placed sat and listened. And……..
 During that time they had identifying hit songs like “Flowers on the Wall,” and “Bed or Roses.” The early group consisted of Lew DeWitt, Phil Balsley, Harold and his younger brother Don Reid. DeWiitt left the group in 1982 because of health issues and died in 1990. He was replaced by Jimmy Fortune. The group would go on to be voted into the Country Music Hall of Fame.
 
Driving this morning I could not help but think of my good friend Mike, Cohort. I’m not too sure  there were two guys who liked the Statler Brothers more than we did. Mike once shared with me that he was  first introduced to the group having gone with me to a Johnny Cash concert in Indianapolis. At that time the Statler Brothers, for eight years, were part of Cash’s road show along with the Carter Family and Carl Perkins. (“We Got Paid By Cash.”)
 
With the exception of Jerry Lee Lewis and Tommy Overstreet I guess over the years there was no one I saw more than the Statler Brothers. I remember the first time one night backstage talking with all four of them and how cordial they were. All thru the years they recognized and were well aware of their fan base.
 
One lasting memory. The last time Mike and I saw them was at the Ford Theater  in Nashville. We both got the opportunity to stand and talk a bit with them. I  asked Harold about some lyrics to one of their songs, “Carry Me Back.”  I had always wanted to ask, “Was there really a JoAnn?” I never will forget first his look, and then his timing. He smiled a bit and gave me two answers. The first one he said, gesturing to his brother,  he said “Ask Don.” The second answer is one I also have never forgotten. And then looking up at me he smiled a bit and said:                                   
                                            “Isn’t there always?”
 
“Is JoAnn still as pretty as when she wore my high school ring? If you see her tell her I said July 1959, she’ll know what I mean.”
 
You know that’s the problem now days when one person dies seems it reminds me of another that has also. My first thought this morning upon hearing the news was of my friend, Cohort. 
 
      “We all thought the world would change to fit our needs, 
                             the class of 57′ had its dreams.”
 
           “Life get complicated when you get past eighteen.” 
 
And from the “Live at the Johnny Mack Brown High School”–
                               “Here, here wish you hadn’t done that” 
 
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This morning as I sat alone in my car, coffee in hand and with “Carry Me Back” playing on my car cd player my thought of Harold’s passing— 
                                      “Harold, I wished you had done that.”
 
But also, thanks for the great memories and music.
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April 25, 2020
Keep on,
Larry Adamson
 
 
     

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WHO’S / WHO IS GONNA?

April 25, 2020 By Larry Adamson Leave a Comment

Just some thoughts:

                                     WHO’S/ WHO IS GONNA?
 
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Once upon a time a group of mice got together in council to discuss the best means of protecting themselves from the attacks of the cat. Several suggestions were made. After a while one of the mice with some clout among the group got up and spoke. 
 
” Gentlemen I think I have hit on an idea, a plan which ensures our safety in the future. I hope it will meet with your approval. Here’s what we need to do. We need to fasten a bell around the neck of our enemy the cat. When he moves it will tinker  and warn one of his approaching.” Wow. Great idea. Each turning to another and nodding in approval.
 
Now one old mouse, Moses, he’d been sittin’ over in the corner chewing on cheese ask, “My fellow mouse men, may I speak?” The floor was given to Mr. Moses. “While I think this is a great idea I do foresee a problem,  an issue with such. ” One young whipper snapper jumped up and immediately said, “What, we have just had a great idea given to us and now you raise questions.” Ole Moses raised one of his paws, “Boys again this is admirable solution, but I do have one question—
 
                                     Who is going to bell the cat?”,
 
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You know so often in life that’s the question, that’s the problem:
                            Who’s gonna bell the cats? 
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April 25, 2020
Keep on,
Larry Adamson

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THE RADIO

April 24, 2020 By Larry Adamson Leave a Comment

Just some thoughts:
                                                THE RADIO

 
Sometime back as I was driving home from a “library of culture” here in Nashville I slipped in an old Kendall’s cd. Jeannie and Royce, daughter and father singing team They had some good stuff in the 1970s’.
 
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First song that came on was “Thank God for the Radio.” I like that song and as I rode along I thought about how certainly at one time how important a radio was. Especially  a car radio to a teenager in the 1950s’. Oh my. I can still remember the light from a car radio, the sound, especially if one had rear seat speakers. Radio was AM only and those late night disc jockeys were special. John “R”, Hoss Allen, Big Hugh Baby,  WLAC in Nashville,Tennessee. 

Most every town had a local disc jockey and he was  a bit of celebrity. His name was well known to the kids of the time. In my time local radio would have been  JA (Jim Austin) and station WBOW. A whole another story could be written just on him with all the pranks he pulled.
 
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                                       Thank God for the Radio
 
                               At the wrong end of the highway
                              When the long night has no end
                          When there’s no one there beside me
                                    T’ll I hold you once again
                      Thank God for the radio when I’m on the road
                              When I’m far from home and feelin’ blue
                           Thank God for the radio playin’ all night long
          Playin’s all the songs that mean so much to me and you
 
                              There’s a song that we first dance to
                        There’s a song that played the night we met
                             There’s a song we feel in love to
                                  That’s a song I’ll never forget
 
                        Playin’ all the songs that mean so much
                                    Till I feel your tender touch
 
                                 Yes, thank God for the radio
 
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So often when I slipped in a cd (a cassette) or turn on the radio I am reminded of my dad. In 1959 my dad bought for the family car a 1957 Chevy. Now you had to be from that time to realize what a big deal that was. I could not believe he bought this car. Hardtop, (roll them windows down)  V-8, stick shift, white wall tires, full wheel covers. When I was told he had purchased the car (Tiffin’s Auto-Terre Haute, Indiana) I practically ran to the garage. Yes there it was. Quickly I examined the exterior of the car. Yes, it was all he said. Then I slid in behind the wheel, oh no. Looking at the dash, no radio. What no radio.
 

(No-this was not the car–local car museum I’m visiting)
Your parents say a few classic lines to you in your life time. I have never forgotten my dad’s line back to me when I said to him, “But, dad there’s no radio.” His response, “You wanna listen to the radio, come in the house.”
 
                                        Oh Thank God for the radio. 
Cause there’s a song….we…..
=========================================April 24, 2020
Keep on,
Larry Adamson   

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“THEY SAY”

April 23, 2020 By Larry Adamson Leave a Comment

Just some thoughts:
                                                   “THEY SAY”
 
    They say the day you die your name is written on a cloud.
 
         Quote from 1947 movie–“Build My Gallows High” 
 
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                “I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now,
                   From up and down and still somehow,
                         It’s cloud illusions I recall
                       I really don’t know clouds at all  
 
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    “It’s loves illusions that I recall….I really don’t know…”  
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BOXERS OR BRIEFS–REALLY?

April 22, 2020 By hsywiakd Leave a Comment

Just some thoughts:

                          BOXER OR BRIEFS–REALLY?  
 
This morning as I sat alone nursing my cup of Green Mountain coffee I got to thinking about change. In my lifetime a lot has and seemly even more so in the last  few years.
 
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I once remember a newly elected president for some reason choosing to go on the television show MTV and be interviewed. Which I thought a bit strange but ok maybe this will have some value.
 
Near the end of the interview the question was asked of the President “Mr. President boxer or briefs?” I first thought “I didn’t hear that question right.” But I did. 
 
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I’ve tried to think of say John Cameron Swayze, Harry Reasoner or David Brinkley / Chet Huntley saying to a Harry Truman, or Dwight Eisenhower,  “Mr. President, boxer or briefs?” Can you imagine the look ole Harry might return.
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I remember a while back one current nightly news media personality he devoting much of his shows time to having his ear pierced. He said he wanted to show the audience how this popular practice was done. I kid you not. I tried to picture say Walter Cronkite coming on his nightly show with such an announcement “Tonight we will be covering how one has their ears pierced.”
Or. On a new year’s eve night  another popular nightly media person continuing to take drinks of alcohol announcing to the audience ,”Tonight being one of the night’s in which too much alcohol may be consumed by Americans, we have chosen to show what can be the effects of too much drinking.” My thought, really, we need someone to show us that. Like we all have never seen such before.
I tried to picture Edward R. Murrow announcing to an audience, “Tonight we are going to bring to you what the effects of too much drinking can do.” And every few minutes he continuing to take a drink until he was. He doing the  consuming. Really?
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Personally today I often have a bit of trouble taking some of the current day media people  seriously. When I think back to the media people of the past, to those people who have come before them. No, not all of the current day media, but certainly many. I often get uncomfortable especially when I hear some people today quote from these folks as their source of news.
                                 “Boxer or Briefs, Mr. President”
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April 22, 2020
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