LOOKING FOR JOHN DALE ROBINSON
BARACK HUSSAIN OBAMA SCARES ME
However I digress, Barack Obama scares me. Where he really comes from is what has me concerned. He was given an Islamic name, Barack Hussain, and spent time in an Islamic school, but he is Christian as most should be aware. In fact, until now, the man was known as Barry, not Barack to his friends. I wondered why he would be Barack on the campaign trail, that is until I said his nickname out loud with his last name. Say it out loud—Barry Obama. Sounds just like Bury Obama, doesn’t it. Probably not a good connotation for someone running for office. Both sides could use his name as a rallying cry. Democrats—Barry Obama! BarryObama! The Republicans—Bury Obama! Bury Obama!
Yes he is Christian, but what kind? I know from listening to him carefully, that he is a liar! He denied knowing what Rev Wright was up to for 20 years, and he denied a close association with William Aires and denied knowing his background. Barack lived in the same neighborhood, served on the same board, and even launched his bid for office with a party at Mr. Aires home. Rev Wright married Barry and Michelle and baptized their children and Barack wrote a glowing forward to a book by Rev Wright. I am sure he must have known and at least condoned the Reverend’s attitudes, and if Barack really did not know what Rev Wright was really like, he should have and if he did not know William Aires was an unrepentant radical who set bombs to make his point, he should have. I do not know what scares me more, his lying about these matters, or the possibility he really was oblivious about the true natures of these two men.
But you say, just because these two men and others around Barack Obama espoused radical and dangerous ideas, that does not mean Barack has the same attitudes and ideas. Of course not, but it is human nature to associate with more like minded folks than those with ideas too far different from our own. So, what does he believe and what has he done? It is quite apparent Barack is the most left winged liberal person to ever run for the Presidency. He seems to want to Socialize the heck out of this country, has the attitude that the wealthy are not entitled to their wealth, that wealth needs to be spread around, not by those who own it, but by the Federal Government.
As far as what he has done—not much. He was a Community Organizer—not much. But he was a lawyer for Acorn. The suit that Acorn brought was about loans to the poor and underprivileged—those who did not qualify for standard loans from banks and other financial institutions. The result of winning this suit in the long run was that the Federal Government forced banks to loan money for homes to folks who really could not afford them—what we all know now as sub-prime loans. And what happened to that great social idea? Why it brought down Fanny Mae and Freddie Mack, as well as many other financial institutions and businesses. I know deregulation of the banking industry contributed to this mess, but the main fault was the sub-prime loans forced on the banking community by Barack Obama and his like minded friends and associates in government.
Barack Obama scares me. There are three reasons I can find that brought about his election as our next President.
1. He is said to be charismatic, people tend to hang on to every word he says. I hate to bring it up, but they said the same thing about Hitler, you know. For all my life, whenever I have seen films of Hitler giving speeches, I wished that I understood German, because without knowing what he was saying, Hitler does not seem charismatic to me. Barack is a fairly good orator, but I just do not see the charisma. Bill Clinton had it, still has it, in spades. Bill Clinton was just a joy to listen too. He gave some of the most moving speeches I ever heard, and the fact that he was a cute as a button did not hurt. Oh, I did not agree with most of what he said, and Clinton was morally repugnant, but he was charismatic with a great big C.
2. Rightly or Wrongly, most of the people of our nation were sick and tired of the Bush presidency. I think to be so against Bush is kind of like killing the messenger when you do not like the message—he did not set out to have a terror attack on our country just 6+ months after he took office. I think he has done his best, the best most anyone could do in fact, with what he had to work with, which included a democratically controlled legislative branch. Most may have voted for the Devil himself, as long as he was not a Republican or a friend of George Bush.
3. Barack Obama tricked McCain into taking the matching funds from the Federal Government, by agreeing he would too, then not going through with it. The result was that Barack was not restricted on how much money he could raise for his campaign like McCain. He and his party outspent McCain and his party over 2 to 1. It is amazing, and a tribute to his ability and character, that McCain did as well as he did.
Barack was not elected because he was the best man for the job. He has little experience that would recommend him for the job. He has never run a business; he has never governed a school board, town, city, or state, he has never been a soldier or an officer. He has only served in the US Senate for a little over 2 years, and most of that time, he was campaigning for the Presidency. In fact I think Barack Obama wanted to be President just because he thought he could, not because he thought he really wanted to make a difference, like John McCain would have.
In any case, Barack Obama scares me. I believe the next 4 years will be very bad for the middle class and especially for retirees like myself and my husband. If the socialist radical ideas espoused by Barack Obama during the campaign are actually put into law, we will, by the end of his 4 years, be in a profound financial depression, with high unemployment and high inflation, be subject to an overly expensive poorly run national health care system, and there will still be no new off shore drilling or new nuclear power plants. But there will be socialism as the dominant political structure here in the good old US of A.
OSCAR IS 80 AND BOY HAS HE CHANGED
Is there no more US born actors, directors, cinematographers, producers, writers, makeup artists, costume designers, lighting or sound technicians, set designers or any other Hollywood professionals? I did not keep an accurate tally, but I do not believe I saw more than two or three US nationals receive Oscars during the evening. Even when I thought a winner might be American, mostly because of his or her name, their mouth would open and out would come a foreign accent. I am not parochial in my outlook; I enjoy a lot of the foreign born, especially those with Australian accents. Irish, French and Scottish are some others I particularly like. Also on the list is Jamaican, and those of the Indian sub continent. Italian is nice, as is Greek and Egyptian. But do they have to win all the Oscars?
A film critic on Sunday Morning, the TV show, espoused that who receives an Academy Award is a political contest, not really a reward for excellent artistic expression. If so, what does having all foreign born winners say about current politics among the Hollywood community?
Perhaps if this trend continues, it would be just as well to hold the Oscar ceremony elsewhere in the world so the recipients do not have to travel so far. And another thing, 99% of the fashions at the Oscars this year sucked. Bummer!
JOUOUS NOEL 2007
We went through Quebec twice this year. Parlez vous français? I had to remember high school french to be able to read all the street signs. And, why did we pass through Quebec twice you ask? Why to get to the other side of course. We went through Canada on the way to Vermont. Daughter Lisa’s June master’s degree commencement was there at Norwich University.A fun fact--Did you know Norwich University was the first military college in the US and as such, also invented ROTC? We are so proud of Lisa!Tom and I were tourists for a week while Lisa completed course requirements for a master’s in military history on the Norwich campus. We cruised on Lake Champlain, climbed mountains in our truck, and visited the world’s largest gray granite quarry, but did not see a moose until the last day. Hope you like our Christmas Moose.
But let’s not get to far ahead, this year began with Vicky and I planning a wedding. While Vicky was home for Christmas, we ordered the wedding dress, pictures, decided on a tux supplier, & reserved the hall. While Vicky was back at college completing her last semester I, with some long distance help from Vicky, managed the rest. Vicky married Brett on May 5th at Selfridge Air National Guard Base. A beautiful ceremony and fun reception went off without a hitch, well sort of, but nothing that could not be fixed.
A week before that, the whole family and a few friends attended Victoria’s commencement at Grand Valley State University in Grand Rapids. Vicky received her BS in Psychology, with honors—clap-clap-hip-hip hurrah!
After Vicky & Brett’s wedding, Tom and I and Tom, our friend, helped Vicky & Brett take all their worldly belongings and Vicky’s car to Omaha, NE, where Brett is stationed at Offutt Air Force Base. Vicky and Brett now live in Bellevue, NE, in a beautiful, newly refurbished two-story house with attached garage. It is hard to believe it is government housing. Brett is completing his flight training, and Vicky is working for Boys Town, at their home campus. This children’s home & treatment center has come a long way since Father Flanagan began Boys Town 90 years ago. Did you know Boys Town is a real incorporated town, which, with its special residents, makes it the town with the highest per-capita concentration of convicted criminals in the US? Another fun fact that has no particular use.
On September 9th, Jerry and Irene were married in a beautiful ceremony at the Greek Orthodox Church, with a lovely reception following. Lots of Greek dances ensued, with a bevy of pretty little girls in pink dresses running all through the dancers. Irene is a welcome addition to the family! Never have we seen Jerry smile so much as on his wedding day. But of course, the bride was beautiful.
OUR JERRY GOT MARRIED – IT’S ABOUT TIME!
In any case, I grew to love Jerry, the quiet shy little boy who came to live with us when he was 7. In fact I feel privileged to call him son, and I know he thinks of me as his mother who shares his birthday with him.
Jerry, and his fiancée, Irene, married on Sept 9th. It was a lovely and interesting ceremony in Irene’s church, a beautiful Greek Orthodox Church. The ceremony was long, compared to any other I have attended, and very different, but the effect was the same. The couple is well and truly married. For better or worse and all that jazz.
Jerry met Irene the modern way, through an Internet dating service. It turns out though, she went to school with our brother-in-laws niece- It’s a small world after all. We knew it was serious when Jerry began bringing Irene to family gatherings. Then close to Christmas last year, he and Irene visited our home, by themselves, to tell us Jerry had finally popped the question, he and Irene were engaged. Hurrah!
Not wanting to waste time, having been single quite long enough, thank you, they began planning the wedding. Samantha, our six year old granddaughter, Heather and Joe, Victoria & Brett, and Lisa were all in the wedding, and that was only our side. Big wedding!
Everything was gorgeous, especially the bride, and the groom was his handsomest. We enjoyed the reception too, with its bouts of Greek dancing.
There were about 10 little girls who attended the reception with their families. Somehow they all got the memo that said to wear pink, interestingly, even little girls on our side of the aisle. Anyway these little girls in pink, along with Samantha, the flower girl, in white, began chasing each other in a pink pack, most often with Samantha at the head of the pack, across the dance floor weaving among the adult dancers, dropping petals as they went, occasionally trying to dance together and reminding me of a scene out of Swan Lake. Delightful!
Here are the bride and groom:
OUR LITTLE GIRL GOT MARRIED - TWICE
May 1st, when Victoria visited Brett in Monterrey California, where he was in training, they eloped and got married by the ocean. Then Vicky went back to being a college student and Brett went back to his Air Force duties. They kept the marriage secret for quite a while, telling most of the family at Christmas.
Vicky still wanted a formal wedding, and as she and Brett would be moving to Nebraska where Brett was then stationed, we agreed to give them a wedding, or technically a renewal of vows ceremony. The wedding was on May 4, 2007 at Selfridge Air National Guard Base, with the reception following in the same venue.
It was a beautiful affair even if I do say so myself. Here is a photo--
CHRISTMAS WITH SAFE-T-INSPECTOR
Here is a picture of Samantha and Riley in their Christmas dresses:
Also present -- Jerry, his steady girl, Irene, Lisa, Vicky, Brett, and Papa, also known as Tom, my husband. Tom spent a lot of the evening holding a sleeping Riley on his lap and getting very adept at opening his presents one handed. We tried out having a gift exchange this year for the first time, so everyone did not have to buy a present for everyone. That worked out well, except Heather and Joe got each other. Tom went his own way, getting a present for everyone anyway. May not be a bad idea, as we informed everyone they had presents at our house and would have to drop over to get them.
I did take pictures of our Christmas Eve gathering, but will post them later. Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Night.
I AM SELLING THE CAR I DROVE IN HIGH SCHOOL-- A 1961 CHEVROLET IMPALA CONVERTIBLE
Well, after 45 years, my 1961 Impala and I will be parting company. She was a 46th birthday present for my mother in 1961. You may remember the admonition to make sure you do not buy a car made on a Monday or Friday, because it would not be made as well due to absenteeism and hangovers. Well this one certainly was NOT made on a Monday or Friday. Though the engine was only 283 cubic inches and was an automatic, she performed more like a 4-speed 409.
When I got hold of her after I got my license, I quickly learned I had to be careful on hot summer evenings when tooling through the Chuck-a-Burger on Florissant Rd in Ferguson, MO. If I wasn't, any quick acceleration would cause the Impala to lay rubber, which the Cop hiding in the used car dealership across the street would not appreciate.
She always looked like there were risers on her front springs, and when I took her down to the truck highway in St. Louis where the cops let us drag at night, she always won, beating 327's and 409's. Once she even beat a huge Harley. Of course she would not have won in a longer race, but in the quarter mile, her quick pick up could not be beat.
I even had some of my opponents, males, of course, claimed I had switched the insignia on the car from saying 327 to 283, and demanded to see the engine. I showed it, and as the hood rose, I would hear--"Well, I'll be @*#@% ! It is a 283!" (Explicative deleted). They were also amazed that she was an automatic. In fact, I took to pretending to be shifting when I was challenging someone to race, because sometimes guys would not bother to race me, figuring I would be a pushover, and a waste of time.
The fastest it was ever driven was when my friend Alice, who got her license before us, drove all of us to Suntan Beach. We got up to the top number on the speedometer--120 miles per hour on the straight flat country blacktop that went there. None of us were allowed to get on the Interstate, so could not try out the speed there.
We also sometimes took it to 'Seven Hills' near St. Charles where we accelerated until the car flew in the air over the sixth hill. I slowed down after that. I was not brave enough to speed over the seventh hill--- I did not know if I could make the sharp 90 degree right turn at the bottom of the hill. (If you tried and failed, you would go over the bluff and into the Missouri river about 30 feet below. Ouch!)
But mostly, on Friday nights, if we did not have dates, I would pick up three or four other girls. We would go to the Clark Station, each put a dollar in the tank (enough to cruise all night) and each buy a 25 cent pack of cigarettes, then off to cruise the drive-in eating places.
Round and round we went. Ferguson Chuck-a-Burger, Florissant Steak-N-Steak, Kings Highway White Castle-Big Boys & Steak-N-Shake, even Snidhorst Big Boys in South St. Louis was sometimes on our route.
Once in a great while we would go to "The Rock" across from the Jennings Steak N Shake. This was the parking lot of the Rock of Ages Baptist Church, and this is where you could get adult beverages from the guys who managed to buy it, or steal it from the liquor store. Boys had to pay. For some reason, they gave it away to the girls.
When the Impala was filled with both boys and girls, we would take my Chevy to the levy and go rat stomping (those rats were the size of puppies), or see what was up at the nudist camp, watch the submarines go down the Mississippi, or the spaceships land by the schoolyard. (It was not until I was middle aged that I found out that submarines had gone down the Mississippi past St. Louis, but during WWII, not the swinging '60s. I do not think the spaceships had ever been real.)
In the winter time, we sometimes still road with the top down. The heater would be going full blast, the girls in the back would have a blanket, all the windows would be up, and so would the volume on the radio, and so would be our arms, even the driver, when we went under railroad over passes. Sometimes we would stop on a deserted street, get out of the car and dance. Sometimes we would just all say-- "Let's Dance! No, lets not, and just say we did." Somehow this was amusing, but I do not remember why.
Anyway, all good things come to an end. In 1968 someone put sugar in the gas tank at my parents home in Spring Lake Michigan. The engine was ruined and had to be replaced. It was replaced with another 283, but she never won a drag race again.
My mother continued to drive the car until she passed away in 1984. Dad kept it for a couple of years, then, turned it over to me permanently, as my mother had wanted. I thought I would keep her until I passed away too, but I really could not drive it every day, or even very often. She was just too old now for that, and I had gotten used to FM radio, air-conditioning and power windows. Finally I figured out what I wanted more than anything was a brand new convertible like my mother got for her 46th birthday. So I got a 2006 PT convertible. All the fun of the Impala, with heated seats, FM radio, CD player, and power windows. It also has great cup holders.
I just hope the old girl goes to a good family. She is for sale on eBay for about two more days. Check out her auction by clicking on the title of this posting.
Here is what my son wrote about my 1961 Chevrolet Impala Convertible when he posted the auction through his on-line eBay store Auction It Today on eBay III :
WOW!! What a cool ride.. This is a nice driver that is probably ready for a little restoration as the current restoration was done about 20 years ago. A little bit about the history of this rare GM convertible: this car has been owned by the same family all it's life. It was purchased as a birthday gift in 1961 for the current owners mother, then passed down to her in 1984.(really 1987) The car has not been driven much since then, only on special occasions.
This is what we know about the car:
- 82,158 Original Miles on Chassis
- Not Original Motor - Replaced in 1968 with a different 283ci
- Carter 2 barrel carb
- New Top and Paint approx. 20 years ago. Some touch up paint here and there covering chips, nothing major.
- Car was repainted the original color (Bamboo Cream)
- Top is in great shape
- Original AM Factory Radio - still works
- Body is solid with no rust-throughs
- There is one case of bubbling on the front passenger quarter behind the wheel
- Original Back Seat and front passenger seat upholstery
- Driver seat was reupholstered (not quite a match to passenger seat, but the white stripes are still original)
- Car starts and drives well - runs without problem
- Transmission shifts smooth
- Does have a transmission leak - but may have been a result of overfilling, as the level is good. Was told by one mechanic that it was the result of sitting for a long time.
- Chrome is only in fair condition with numerous dings and scrapes.
- After market Cruise Control - Unsure if it works
- Service Records included, dating back to the 1961 original sales paperwork!
FLAG DAY-- HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOTHER
My mother, Marian Catherine Holmes Starcevic, would have been 91 today.
Happy Birthday Mother
Mother died in 1984. I still miss her terribly.
Mother told me that when she was growing up in Greenfield Ill, population 1200, she thought everyone flew the flag for her on her Birthday. Since her father owned a grocery store and therefore was one of the important members of the community, her assumption was not that far fetched. However, of course, the flags were for Flag Day, not Mother's birthday.
Still, every Flag Day, for that one day only, when I look upon the Stars and Stripes waving in the breeze, I remember Mother.
A TRIBUTE TO HENRY FORD AND JUDY
More particularly, this is a tribute to Judy. Judy is a nurse at Henry Ford Jefferson Clinic.
I sent in a request on Wednesday, via e-mail for a referral to my Chiropractor. First of all, I had been told my insurance did not cover chiropractor, so had never asked before, but the billing clerk in Dr. Kay's office said my insurance told her I was covered. So, nothing ventured, nothing gained, as the saying goes.
I sent the request on Wednesday, but first of all, expected the e-mail to go ignored or be miss filed with someone who was never in the office, or even misrouted by the Henry Ford server to an entirely unrelated clinic or specialty. All of which have happened in the past when trying to use their e-mail system. But to my surprise, amazement and gratitude, my request got to Judy, who called me the first thing Thursday morning and said she was getting the referral I asked for processed, but needed to know why I was seeing a Chiropractor. I told her. Even then, I expected to either never hear of this again, or get a rejection several months from now.
However, on Friday, Judy called again. Not only had she submitted the referral request, but it had been approved starting the day she asked for it, Thursday. She also said she had faxed the completed referral to Dr. Kay's office, but was going to call and make sure they got it. She would also mail me a copy of the referral for my records.
I got the copy on Monday. Hurrah for Judy! Hurrah for Henry Ford Health System!
I was so encouraged by Judy's prompt actions, I decided to try the e-mail prescription renewal option on the Henry Ford Health System web site. A process that failed me more than once in the past. Maybe it will work this time.
Check out Henry Ford Health System by clicking on the title above. Check out Dr. Kay's practice by clicking here--> Yellow Pages Web Site (pay no attention to the pictures, no one from Dr. Kay's office is in them)
Again, HURRAH FOR JUDY!! Thank you for the prompt attention to my e-mail request.