Naming Names, John Cameron Swazi, Timex & Cheyenne Mountain

BobbyRGreeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Yesterday at the EastWing we officially named part of the surrounding real estate. While setting at the computer table, look past the monitor, look thru the glass wall, out there past the hummingbird station, beyond the gardens of the twin EastWing maples, past the flag pole, out past the mailbox, across the road. Now look beyond. You are now looking into the South 40. The name was given to better identify where Mr. Bentley and I have spent a considerable amount of time this summer past, while driving the grass roads of the South 40 in our golf cart with a haul bed on the back.

Several names were considered before The South 40 was chosen.” Across the road, in the field, over there, and I don’t know where he is”, just to name some that were considered. Then there was my personal favorite, “over yonder”. Now it don’t get much more hillbilly than yonder. Yet yonder is a fun word to say. I’ve got several fun words to say. Yonder, Cumquat and Tallahassee should always make anyone’s list of fun words to say. If you don’t think it’s fun to say “Yonder, Cumquat, and Tallahassee” maybe you should look for a different line of work, ’cause you may not be a happy camper in this life.

Did you ever ask yourself what is a name? Why it’s just a way of identifing people, places or things. Since we have more people places and things than words available for name use, we have to use some of the same names over and over again. Names are just words for the who what where and when in our lives. Another way of looking at names, names put the who’s in who, what’s in what, the where’s in where, and the when’s in when. Names can also put the who what where and when in how.

Las week a client came into RHCO INC. and her watch was not working, she asked “what brand of watch do you have?” I said “Timex”. The client was surprised, and said she thought I would wear a more expensive watch than Timex. It was then I told her the story. I didn’t start “Once Upon A Time”, but maybe should have.

The only brand of watch I’ve ever worn in my life is Timex. It was my 12th birthday when my Mama got me a Timex Watch. Mama said it was time I knew what time it was. My first watch.

At the time this watch was advertized on TV by a well know News Broadcaster of the day. The man, John Cameron Swazi, done damn near everything you could do to abuse a watch, short of hitting it with a sledge hammer or shooting it with a gun. Dirt, grime, dust, mud, shaking, dunking in water. He probably even poured gravy over it, and that were just some of the watch abuses John Cameron Swazi piled upon the Timex. The clock took it all and still worked.

“It takes a licking and keeps on ticking.” That was the tag line used in the commercial. So I thought if it’s that good, why change. Nothing in the wrist watch world has changed my mind so far. And so today I continue to wear a Timex. I don’t think my current Timex takes that much licking any more. But this current Timex is guaranteed to within 4 seconds for 250 years. Like most ever thing else with a guarantee, I’m sure if you tried to collect, you’d have to have the original receipt of purchase.

You never have to do anything except look to see what time it is. Mr. Timex runs in sync with a radio signal from a place called Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado. That’s where the government keeps the official time for people who wear Timex Watches. They may also have other uses for that time keeping device there inside Cheyenne Mountain, just outside of Boulder, Colorado . But it sure works well for Timex wearers. Guess when My Timex checks in, that’s my fair share of government subsidies.

From the EastWing, Naming Names, John Cameron Swazi, Timex & Cheyenne Mountain

I Wish You Well,


Leaving Oakley, Tailgating Buckeye Football At Holiday Inn Great Room, Cracker Barrel & Chickens On A Plate, Hugging The Menagerie

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Leaving Tip Top, we drove down Oakley, crossed the Licking River, turned left onto KY 7, and before very long were entering upon the Mountain Parkway toward Lexington. Shortly after that we left Magoffin County via the Big Road. With that done, the only thing remaining of the 2015 Tip Top Coal Camp Reunion were memories. We had a lot. Enough to share, enough to talk about until the 2016 Tip Top Coal Camp Reunion comes around. Will we return to Tip Top in 2016. We’ll see

From the very first time I ever traveled the Mountain Parkway, to the last, I’ve considered that road to be one of the most beautiful strips of Interstate Highway I ever traveled. The pleasure of riding the Mountain Parkway on the way home was a much fun as it’s ever been.

The route home had long been discussed. Again we would avoid Louisville like the plague due to massive highway construction in place. Johnny wanted to stay at a round hotel at the river’s edge in Cincinnati. Actually the hotel is on the Kentucky side of the river.

Johnny told us there a restaurant that revolved at the top of the building. As we approached the building while still on the Interstate, Jaimie said “I’m not going up there, no way”. Sure was glad Jaimie spoke up. I supported Jaimie’s position. A quick two vote count must have been a majority position. The round hotel with the restaurant on top, we passed it by.

Changed Interstates toward the northwest, and while driving up to Indianapolis, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, we come upon a dead stop traffic jam on the interstate. We could see the traffic back up a long, long ways. The down side of interstate travel, should you be caught on the wrong side of a traffic jam, you can be stranded out there in the middle of nowhere for a very long time.

At our side were our traveling angels, because we found ourselves stopped directly next to an exit. Having no idea where the exit lead, we took it. First turn from the exit, a Holiday Inn Express on the right. A perfect place to spend the last night of the Tip Top Reunion Trip.

With checking in all secured, the decision of where to watch the upcoming Ohio State Football game had to be made soon, as game time approached. The hotel great room had a large screen wall mounted flat screen TV and was inviting the Indiana travelers to a Buckeye Football Game.

Johnny ordered pizzas and hot wings which showed up just as the game was getting underway. I invited the pizza delivery guy to our inside tailgate party, but he had other deliveries. It’s a lot more fun to tailgate party in the great room of the Holiday Inn Express right off Interstate 74, just west of Cincinnati when your team wins. Mine did.

Breakfast was in the same great room of the hotel the morning after the football game. It was Indianapolis a 100 miles in front of us and another 120 miles home. But not before lunch at the Cracker Barrel in Lafayette IN.

Being a long collector of fine chicken art in any form, be it flat, 3-dimensional, cloth, wood burning, or otherwise, I’ve purchased several large ceramic chickens at Cracker Barrel Restaurants over several states.

You know how when you look around at the Cracker Barrel Store, sure as shooting one of those ladies with that brown apron is going to come up to you and ask “do you need any help?” Well she said that to me, and I asked did they have any chickens. she said “the only chickens we have are in the dining room and they come on a plate”. I didn’t order chicken in the dining room that day. Now I didn’t say anything bad to that girl, but I thought about it when she said that about chickens.

Mid afternoon and I walk into the empty house, except Mr. Bentley, Spike the Man Cat and the New Sophia. We four sat in the floor, hugged, and hugged some more, and told stories.

From The EastWing, Leaving Oakley, Tailgating Buckeye Football At Holiday Inn Great Room, Cracker Barrel & Chickens On A Plate, Hugging The Menagerie.

I Wish You Well,


BobbyRay From The EastWing

Checking Out & Checking In, Telling Stories to U of K, Hugging Cousins, Sunshine On The Mountains, Indiana Here We Come.

Sorry for the lateness of this post

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Labor Day Morning found Sister Sharolette and I walking, with iPads in hand, to the Days Inn Office. For the second time in as many days I saw the fog on the mountains. Not down to where we walked but half way up the mountain side you could touch the clouds if you cared to walk up there. I choose to go instead into the Days Inn Office.

The early goals that morning were quite simple. Pay the motel bill. Drink coffee at the breakfast bar. Get a decent Wi-Fi signal for the iPads. With the motel bill paid the attention turned to the freshly brewed coffee. It was not at all hard to find, just follow the smell. The Wi-Fi connection was perfect. Being in close proximity to the wireless router made all the difference in the world.

And so the morning progressed for me and Sister Sharolette, I drank the coffee and read the local news on the website. Sharolette, well she finally was able to make the FaceBook connection. So all was well with Old Sister’s morning. For many years, the oldest sister in our family, Thelma, called herself “Old Sister” whenever Sharolette would call her. Now with just me and Sharolette left in our family, she’s inherited the title, and wears it with pride in remembrance of the original Old Sister in our family.

We talked about the beauty of the fog on the mountain directly outside and across the street from the motel. Then right here as we watched, the second half of the magic act took place. The fog went away, right before our eyes, the fog just went away. Now I’m not sure where fog goes when you can’t see it anymore. But it must go somewhere, ’cause it comes back from time to time, when the temperature and humidity dance on the mountainside.

We met up with Johnny and Jaimie and we four packed up and left Paintsville of the purpose of which we came to the mountains. Going to Tip Top on Labor Day.

Not having had good luck the day before with a Bob Evans Breakfast, we choose a quick McDonalds drive thru. Johnny at the wheel, placed the total order , checked for completeness, and passed out hand held breakfast for all. Guess I’m kinda old school, but it does take some getting used to when you eat hash browns in the shape of a flat oval inside a little paper sack. Don’t know if they call ’em McTaters or not, but think I will.

Anyways, we ate breakfast traveling from Paintsville to Salyersville. A pretty dive on that high speed mountain freeway. A trip that used to take an hour or so, now is minutes. Johnny doesn’t poke along on the mountain high speed roads. But put him on the mountain back roads, he’s passed by the local turtles. By the time the McTaters were finished we approached the southern suburbs of Salyersville. My original “Old Sister”, Thelma, lived in those southern suburbs for many years out there on Burning Fork Road.

Most all the scars of the tornado that destroyed much of Salyersville on March 2, 2012 are gone. New buildings hide the trauma this little community suffered when the tornado walked the earth in Salyersville KY. The destruction was great. Even in the time of massive property damage, the hand of God shielded his mountain people from harm’s way . Not a single life was lost in the worst tornado in the history of Kentucky. The survival spirit of the people of Magoffin County is great.

It’s the first exit off the Mountain Parkway leaving Salyersville toward Lexington where you turn toward Royalton. The Mountain Parkway is a part of the Federal Interstate Highway System. KY 7 is a two lane mountain road winding along the path of least resistance in mountain travel. Mountain roads tend to follow the course of running water to the extent possible. But sooner or later the road must cross the mountain. Sometimes easy, and sometimes not so much so. Either way, it’s up one side and down the other.

The next turn is on KY 867 just before you get to Royalton. If you go to Royalton, then you missed the turnoff to Tip Top. Done that before too. Another two lane mountain road, destined to soon become an even smaller two lane road. It’s down the road, round the curve, cross the Licking River and make a decision while setting at a stop sign. Turn right and the road goes back to Salyersville. Turn left and the road goes to Tip Top.

We turned left. It’s called “going up Oakley” when you turn left at that stop sign. It’s called going up Oakley ’cause that’s the name of the creek, Oakley Creek. Once you start up Oakley you can’t miss Tip Top ’cause there’s only Carver and the next stop past Carver is Tip Top. Now Carver does not have a sign saying such. People just know when it’s Carver, and when you’ve past Carver, you know that too. Tip Top doesn’t have a sign either, but it’s like when you get to Carver, you know, and when you get to Tip Top you also know.

For the first time traveler going up Oakley it’s easier to know when you get to Tip Top. ‘Cause the road ends at Tip Top. No joke, the road just ends. It’s as if the paving machine just ran out of asphalt, and no more trucks came to refill the asphalt hopper. Tip Top.

I’ll always remember the very first time I took Johnny to Tip Top. Johnny was about 21 or so. His first comment after getting out of the Van we were traveling in that day. was forever special. “In my 21 years, I never thought I would, this quick in life come to the end of the road”.

And so on that Labor Day 2015, we too reached the end of the road at Tip Top. Parking is always a premium when the mountains get close. Tip Top is a real good example of how close the mountains can get. You can stand on one mountain and throw a rock and hit the other mountain. Been there done that. But not this day, it’s the Tip Top Coal Camp Reunion 2015, and we’ve arrived.

Sister Sharolette and I walked up into the crowd as Johnny and Jaimie parked the car. While not yet recognizing a single person , somehow they all seems family to me. David Rowe and his wife, Nan were the first ones we recognized. Both David and Nan grew up in Tip Top, fell in love, married and moved to northern Indiana a long, long time ago.

On several occasions back in the very early part of this century, David asked me to go with him to the Tip Top Reunion. I always had a reason not to go. David’s younger brother Mike Rowe begged me to go to the Tip Top Reunion with him, time and time again. Once again the reasons not to attend were always easy to find. Too much work at RHCO Inc. headed the list. Oh what I’d give to have gone just one time with Mike. What a trip it would have been. May not have gotten back to Indiana for a week or so.

Very shortly after arriving one of those responsible for maintaining the interest in the Tip Top Reunion, Adam Manns, approach. We shook hands and Adam asked if I would talk to some people from the University of Kentucky about my life in Tip Top. Oh sure, be glad to.

The University of Kentucky is documenting the coal camps that were in eastern Kentucky during the first half of the last century. Both written and oral history is being compiled. Each coal camp to have its own web page to display the information unique to the site.

Adam took me over and introduced me to the U of K folks. They turned on the video camera, the audio recorder, gave me a bottle of water, and we were off the races. 45 minutes later I asked the man in charge how long did he want me to tell stories. He said as long as I had stories to tell. Told him that he didn’t have that much time, and besides I’d really came to visit the Tip Top Reunion, and so I rejoined the party taking place on the shady side of the mountain.

Depending on how steep the mountain and its proximity to the rising sun, the sun may not shine all the way down to the bottom of the mountain until well after noon. So was the location chosen for the Tip Top Reunion. The shady side of the mountain.

The highlight of the whole trip to the Tip Top Reunion was meeting up with 5 cousins from the family of Cole. Cousin Herlis Cole is the patriarch of the Cole Clan. This is the Cole Cousins I’ve talked about before. When I was living at Tip Top, more Cole cousins than I could count on all my fingers. Now one hand can count ’em all.

Sisters Shirell, Wanda, Judy and Brother Herlis and his wife Madeline were the reason Sharolette wanted to attend the Tip Top Reunion. This Family of Coles made our trip worthwhile. We laughed, talked, hugged, took pictures, sang and prayed as a family.

Twelve noon, a short prayer and luncheon is served on the mountain side. Authentic food from the mountain people makes for a most delicious meal. The meal also brought back memories of other meals long ago eaten when BobbyRay and three sisters lived right up the hill behind where we sat. A time when all the hills of Tip Top were covered with houses. A time when most every day we shared our evening meal with two or three or four of the Cole Cousins. Just how ever many that happened to be hungry when we were. Sure loved that bunch of cousins then and still do now. I’ve missed those cousins living close by ever since I left Tip Top.

There’s a monument bearing the surnames of all those who ever worked in the Tip Top Mine. Standing reading the names on that Granit Slab, it could well have been a listing of clients of RHCO Inc. I did not see a single name I didn’t already know and was truly surprised at how many of those surnames were in fact tax clients of my company.

We cousins stood by the Granit Monument for picture taking, first one, then the other, then the group, and then another. It was during the picture taking that I met a second cousin. The son of the oldest baby girl born into the Family of Cole, Mabel had a son, Jackie Back. I met him for the first time at the Tip Top Reunion.

Another good reason to have made the trip to Tip Top. Not only do we get to see our cousins from the Cole Clan, we meet part of the second generation of the Cole Family. Now I hardly know any of the second generation of the Cole Family, but I bet there’s a lot. Maybe someday I’ll meet ’em all, hope so.

The sun came over the mountain top at about 2 in the P.M. and the perfect Labor Day weather at Tip top turned to the hot side. Real Hot. Real fast. The Tip Top Reunion went from full party on fun, to see ya next year, gotta get out of this sun. The party ended as the sunshine bathed the mountains in the bright light of ending summer. It had been so long since I’d played in the Summer Kentucky Sunshine at Tip top, I’d forgotten that we played early morning in the shade of one mountain. Stayed inside or under the house during the time the sun shown down on all. In late afternoon, the opposing mountain provided shade of more outside activity.

Yes, under the house. Just think about it. When a house is build on a steep mountain side, the house is built level. That means one side of the house touches the mountain and the other side is supported on posts of some type, wood or rock. The playground space under the house was a favorite place for me and some of the Cole Boys in the summer heat.

While standing under a tent, Cousin Herlis lead the Cole Family in singing “If We Never Meet Again This Side of Heaven”. It could have been real easy to cry by the end of that song. With a final round of hugs, and more hugs for all our cousins, we got back in the air conditioned car and drove north toward the homelands of Indiana.

With only one more leg of the trip to go, Johnny and I still had a football meeting that Labor Day Evening somewhere in Ohio with the BuckEyes . I’ll let you know who won that game.

From the EastWing, Checking Out & Checking In, Telling Stories to U of K, Hugging Cousins, Sunshine On The Mountains, Indiana Here We Come.

I Wish You Well,


From The EastWing, Me and Johnny On The Road Again, A Country Music Highway, Jenny Wiley & A Flea Market, Dinner At Reno’s

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


It was Labor Day Weekend. It was Saturday Morning. It was early Saturday Morning. Real early Saturday Morning. Before breakfast early Saturday Morning. The Summer Saturday Sunshine had already started to perk-u-late. The whole world was full of the last Summer Holiday.  It was Johnny and me, on the road again. Laughing and listening what the other had to say. Reminiscing this and that and having such a good time. It’s always a good time when me and Johnny are on the road again.


We have company for this trip. My Sister Sharolette and my daughter in law, Jaimie. We’re going somewhere. We have a Labor Day Date way up in the mountains of southeastern Kentucky. A date with a place that used to be. A place that is no more. A place where memories lay still in the open between the mountains and the stream. A place called Tip Top. A place that used to be. There’s an old man from the mountains coming home.


Very few miles had rolled over the odometer before the devastation of the Indiana corn crop was apparent wherever one cared to look. Labor Day and corn standing at knee level spoke silent volumes for what happened to Indiana Corn in the growing season of 2015. It was the rain, you know, that destroyed the corn crop. Most every year the concern in crop production is enough rain. This year just the other way around. Prayers were offered up for dry weather. And then it rained some more.


With Lafayette IN below the horizon and the Windmill Fields of Remington, just north of the city rapidly disappearing from the backwards looking mirrors, it was time to talk about breakfast. And so we did. The vote was Cracker Barrel by acclamation. A little sweet talk by Johnny, and we walked in and were seated directly as the Cracker Barrel Store was full of happy shoppers. I never asked Johnny how he got a table so fast. Some things in life are best left along. Ten more minutes in the oven would not have burned the biscuits that Saturday Morning. In fact ten more minutes would have been just right. Grits and gravy flow like fine wine at a Cracker Barrel Breakfast.


Along the way from Lafayette to Indianapolis again stood the little yellow corn. It looked sad, that little yellow corn. Couldn’t help but think if corn could cry, those little fellers surely would. Seems before we knew it the big town filled our view. Now I’m not quite fresh off the turnip truck, but kinda. So I still gawk when I’m in the big cities. Gawking is good. Indianapolis has always been one of my favorite towns for gawking.


We’ve always enjoyed downtown Indianapolis. When the She had a 60th birthday we spent a weekend downtown. We took the horse drawn carriage ride while the city was all decked out for Christmas. As we rode the streets of downtown Indianapolis on that Saturday night in late November, the snow started to fall. It sparkled against the city lights. Under the blanket that covered our knees we  held hands, me and the She. I squeezed her hand. You can say “I love you” just by holding hands under a blanket while setting in a horse drawn open carriage in downtown Indianapolis as it snows on a Saturday night  in late November.


The word was out to avoid Louisville KY when traveling south. Seems road construction had rendered that city near impossible to travel thru. And so we choose a different kinda route to the mountains. A direction I’d not traveled for many, many years. East to Dayton OH then southeast toward an intercept with US Hwy 23. We choose this route simply to see a different part of Ohio, a different part of the world. A part we’d not seen before.  A good choice for a fun trip thru southeastern Ohio. Now I don’t care what ya say about that place. We were in red neck country, from time to time. The flags flying along the way, from time to time, supported such statements of ethnic culture.


Pretty country side, southeast Ohio. I’d not seen for many years. Corn still grows there, lots of corn.  For the first time in a long time the Ohio Corn crop is much superior to Indiana corn. But just like the cubs, “wait till next year”.


Portsmouth Ohio is such a pretty little river city. Stuck there on the High banks of the mighty Ohio River. Beautiful new bridge and super clean little city makes Portsmouth stay gentle on my mind. May go back there someday just to look around a little  more than just driving thru on the way to what lies on the other side of the water under the bridge.


It’s the Country Music Highway, or so said the sign there on the south side of the Ohio River, kinda  northwest  of Ashland KY out here on U.S. Hwy 23. Sister Sharolette said she wanted to travel this Country Music Highway. So on  this pretty early September day we wound our way across two states to make ole sister’s wish come true. Ashland KY is a working river kinda town, and it showed.


Driving down the Kentucky Country Music Highway, having fun with family, priceless.


Paintsville in the twilight checking into a new motel. We’ve forever stayed at the Ramada Inn at Paintsville. This time too late making reservations, so the  lady at the Ramada recommended the Days Inn.  Her quote was “if we’re full and are asked for another hotel, we always say Days Inn. You won’t be disappointed there”. And we were not.


Although the  Wi-Fi kinda sucked. Even Sister Sharolette didn’t like the Wi-Fi connection.  We were just too far from the wireless router for a good signal.  It was no big deal, after all we did not go to Kentucky to connect to the internet. But Sharolette does now think she can’t survive too long without her FaceBook friends.


Not too many would connect Paintsville KY with quality Chinese Food. Such a pleasant surprise was a brand new Chinese Restaurant within a stone’s  throw from Days Inn. That Saturday evening we dined with the Wongs.


Many early summer mornings brings fog to the mountain side. The day before Labor Day 2015 was no different. Being an early riser, I watched the fog appear on the mountains like magic, as the temperature and humidity came together for that silent, fog producing,  dance on the mountains. It was my pleasure to watch ’em dance. one never gets too old to watch magic or enjoy a pretty dance. The coming of the  mountain fog provides both. And yes the fog does come on little cat feet.


Breakfast at Bob Evans is where we encountered a massive discontent of the customer base. Seems the wait staff were three servers short and one hostess also decided not to go to work that Sunday Morning.  The natives were getting restless. I almost expected a slinging  biscuit fight to break out at any minute. With no biscuits in hand to defend ourselves in case of attack, we retreated from the war zone and forged for  our food elsewhere that Sunday Morning.


Jenny Wiley State Park is one of my favorite places in the southeastern part of Kentucky. Some 50 years or so ago the governor hired two people and charged them with creating a world class State Park System for Kentucky.  There was a move afoot to impeach the governor for wasting money for such nonsense.   Today the Kentucky State Park System stands among the best in the country. Jenny Wiley State Park is a major jewel in the crown of the Kentucky State Park System.  It’s just outside Prestonsburg, up there on top of the mountain. Jenny Wiley State Park, We go there as often as we  can. I like to go to Jenny Wiley  and Just hang out. It’s that pretty.


Riding down that Country Music Highway, between Prestonsburg and Jenny Wiley State Park you will come across the Bull Creak Flea Market & Trade Center. Now if you like flea markets, this is a dream come true. Johnny likes flea markets. It’s somewhere between  a quarter to a half mile long. Up and back one time was my limit. Johnny took longer. Jaimie said she thought Johnny had to touch ever piece for every vendor. Johnny likes to shop till he drops.  That don’t take too long in the hot Kentucky sun. Most of the vendors were under roof, those in the sunshine had less shopping going on. As I returned to the air conditioned comfort of our traveling steed the outside temperature read 92°


Dinner at Reno’s Roadhouse there along the Country Music Highway is always fun. Reno’s is one of those “throw the peanut shells  on the floor” kinda place. We ate in the dining room that evening.  One time Johnny and I were at Reno’s and we ate in the saloon, they throw peanut shells on the floor in there also, we did too.


You may remember it was a year ago this past July 4th that we sat on a bench in the middle of Reno’s parking lot and watched the Prestonsburg fireworks. It was the best ever. In a large part because I was setting by my beautiful She. Sure missed the She this trip but it just didn’t work out  for both to be gone at the same time. But next time…..


We ended the evening with Johnny and Jaimie playing in the hotel pool. It was an outside pool. And get this, on the second level. Yeah a pool one flight up. Don’t know why, just was.


After a fun day of playing in the Kentucky sunshine, flea marketing, Reno’s dining and pool splashing  tomorrow we’ll go to Tip Top. We’ll talk about that the next time.


From The EastWing, Me and Johnny On The Road Again, A Country Music Highway, Jenny Wiley & A Flea Market, Dinner At Reno’s


I Wish You Well,


The King’s Donkey, Shame On You Shame On Me, Al Gore & The English Teacher, Al Gore & The Glaciers

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


Do you know why all good stories start out “Once upon a time”? I don’t know either, they just do. Sometimes things in life seem to have been there forever. Even the first book of the Bible, Genesis, starts “In the beginning”. Now that’s Once upon a time, said a different way, kinda.


Once upon a time there was a king who wanted to go fishing. He called the royal weather forecaster and wanted to know the weather forecast for the next few hours. The royal weatherman assured him that there was not even a slight chance of rain for several days. So the king went fishing.


Now when the king goes fishing it’s not just the king and a can of worms, oh no. It’s also the queen. The king and queen can never go anywhere without their man and maid servers who attend to every wish of the  king and queen.


Then should the king and queen decide to go outside the palace, they have to be protected. So too goes the forerunner of the secret service, the protectors of the crown. Of course the royal groupies, the royal court, must also go along. Where  the king goes, the groupies follow. Even the court jester has to go fishing, just in case the king needs some entertainment. And so it was that by the time everybody got ready to go fishing, the fishing party numbers swelled to 497. Not counting the worms of course.


On the way the king met a farmer on his donkey. Upon seeing the king the farmer said, “Your Majesty, you should return to the palace at once because in just a short time Iexpect a huge amount of rain to fall in this area”.

The king was most polite and considerate, he replied: “I hold the palace meteorologist in high regard. He is an extensively educated and experienced professional. Besides, I pay him very high wages. He gave me a very different forecast. I trust him and I will continue on my way.” So the fishing party continued on.

However, a short time later a torrential rain fell from the sky. The King and Queen were totally soaked and their royal court  chuckled under their breath upon seeing them in such a wet state of affairs. Furious, the king returned to the palace and gave the order to fire the royal weatherman immediately!

Then he summoned the farmer and offered him the prominent and high paying role of royal weather forecaster.
The farmer said, “Your Majesty, I do not know anything about forecasting.  I obtain my information from my donkey. If I see my donkey’s ears drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain.”

So the king hired the donkey.  And that, boys and girls, was the real beginning of the practice of hiring asses to work in the government and occupy its highest and most influential positions.


And it all happened Once Upon A Time.


Much as expected when last week I poked fun at Hillary Clinton, the crazies got on my case.  Those folks forever use the same old and tired tactic. That being, when you can’t defend your position by disputing facts and recorded records, then attack the messenger, and so they did.


It continues to amazes me that so many left leaning “progressive liberal”(a term they call themselves, I for one have a different name to call ‘em) minded people believe “shame on you” is a proper retort to factual statements.  Another favorite phrase used by of those folks in an attempt to shut off any different opinion to their own point of view is “you disappoint me”. DUH! Disappointment is a two way street.

I sometimes wonder if progressive liberalism is a form of mental illness. 50 years of the liberal “War on Poverty”. Poverty won the war, plain and simple. More poverty now than 50 years ago. Look at major cities controlled by progressive liberal politicians. Detroit, Baltimore, Chicago, Washington D.C., Ferguson, MO. The common thread over the last several decades, progressive liberal administrations.


The common result of decades of progressive liberal administrations in these cities, well I don’t really have to list them. You already hear and see about them most every night on the news. Too much crime, too much murder, too much drug use, too much single parent homes.  The solution is always dump more money down the rat hole.  It’s kinda like having a flat tire on your car. You can pump more air in and watch it leak out  while never gaining on the problem. Or you can fix the flat. Progressive liberal thinking has never fixed a flat.


The above is in response to an email from a lady in Seattle WA getting on my case for a couple weeks ago commenting about my ole friend Al Gore. Guess she must have taken umbrage to my comments about Al Gore. So the lady said shame on you, you disappoint me.  What the hell, I don’t even know the ole girl and she’s shaming on me??? That just not right. And I’m disappointing her. Well lotte-da.


Most of you already know of my friend in Nebraska who’s a retired high school English Teacher. She has forever reviewed my writing for correct English and most ever week points out my lack of proper use of the English Language and the written word. One time she was particularly critical of how I had said something. I told her if she’s that critical to just stop reading. I was then told it was not my  choice as to what she reads. And for me to just shut up and write. Well, me and this ole girl, we just get along. Oh, and she usually gives me a weekly grade. Sometimes a good grade, sometimes not so good. But always a little smiley face at the end of her email.


I reference my Nebraska friend here because on the same day as the shame on you email, I get an email from Nebraska thanking me for once again socking it to Al Gore. Seems my English Teacher friend is not a fan of the inventor of the internet.


Just one quick mention of Al Gore and we’ll leave that sleeping  dog lie. On the day Al Gore was born there were 130,000 glaciers in the whole world. Today, after all the good work Al Gore has done in weather research, first with Global Warming, then when that didn’t work out right, jumping smack dab into Climate Change, there are only 130,000 glaciers left in the whole world. Guess Al Gore must be doing something right.


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BobbyRay At  The EastWing


From The EastWing, Hillary Bill & Batman

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


Watching Hillary Clinton make every effort to run a presidential campaign in the presence of lingering, nagging, and forever more troublesome tribulations of her own making as the summer prepares to fall into autumn.  After many, many years of Bill trying his best to convince the world that his wife is something she’s not, Hillary  appears to finally think she’s Batman.


We’ve all loved Batman from when he first left the Batcave . He truly fights for truth, justice and the American way. Batman has forever captured the hearts of us all. Batman can do no wrong. Now his sidekick is another story. Robin is the odd guy out with Batman. We don’t know for sure what Robin is even suppose to do.  Now when it comes to saving the day, Robin is pure worthless. Robin never saves the day.  Batman is the glory. We all love the glory side of life.


We’ve all now come to realize that Bill Clinton is simply  a friendly, likeable liar, and that’s just the way it is. That’s just Bill Clinton. It depends on what is, is.  For many years Bill has been trying his best to make Hillary into something akin to a superhero.


Not everyone may remember back  in 2007 Hillary was running for President, the first time. Bill made a 5 – minute TV political commercial for  Hillary in which he starts out by saying he wants to share some things we may not know about Hillary’s background. Bill then proceeded to tell his version  of the Hillary Story. It didn’t take much fact checking to confirm Bill’s effort to turn Hillary into  Batman.


Bill says: “In law school, Hillary worked on legal services for the poor.”
The facts are: Hillary’s main extra-curricular activity in law school was helping the Black Panthers, on trial in Connecticut for torturing and killing a federal agent. She went to court every day as part of a law student monitoring committee trying to spot civil rights violations and develop grounds for appeal.

Bill says: “Hillary spent a year after graduation working on a children’s rights project for poor kids.”
The facts are: Hillary interned with Bob Truehaft, the head of the California Communist Party. She met Bob when he represented the Panthers and traveled all the way to San Francisco to take an internship with him.

Bill says: “Hillary could have written her own job ticket, but she turned down all the lucrative job offers.”
The facts are: Hillary flunked the DC bar exam; yes, flunked. It is a matter of record, and only passed the Arkansas bar. She had no job offers in Arkansas – none – and only got hired by the University of Arkansas Law School at Fayetteville because Bill was already teaching there. She did not join the prestigious Rose Law Firm until Bill became Arkansas Attorney General and was made a partner only after he was elected Arkansas Governor.

Bill says: “President Carter appointed Hillary to the Legal Services Board of Directors and she became its chairman.”
The facts are: The appointment was in exchange for Bill’s support for Carter in his 1980 primary against Ted Kennedy. Hillary then became chairman in a coup in which she won a majority away from Carter’s choice to be chairman.

Bill says: “She served on the board of the Arkansas Children’s Hospital.”
The facts are: Yes, she did. But her main board activity, not mentioned by Bill, was to sit on the Wal-Mart board of directors for a substantial fee. She was silent about their labor and health care practices.

Bill says: “Hillary didn’t succeed at getting health care for all Americans in 1994, but she kept working at it and helped to create the Children’s Health Insurance Program (CHIP) that provides five million children with health insurance.”
The facts are: Hillary had nothing to do with creating CHIP. It was included in the budget deal between Clinton and Republican Majority Leader Senator Trent Lott. The money came half from the budget deal and half from the Attorney Generals’ tobacco settlement. Hillary had nothing to do with either source of funds.

Bill says: “Hillary was the face of America all over the world.”
The facts are: Her visits were part of a program to get her out of town so that Bill would not appear weak by feeding stories that Hillary was running the White House. Her visits abroad were entirely touristic and symbolic and there was no substantive diplomacy on any of them.

Bill says: “Hillary was an excellent Senator who kept fighting for children’s and women’s issues.”
The facts are: Other than totally meaningless legislation like changing the names on courthouses and post offices, she has passed only four substantive pieces of legislation. One set up a national park in Puerto Rico . A second provided respite care for family members helping their relatives through Alzheimer’s or other conditions. And two were routine bills to aid 911 victims and responders which were sponsored by the entire NY delegation. Presently she is trying to have the US memorialize the Woodstock fiasco of 40 years ago.

Here’s what bothers me more than anything else about Hillary Clinton: She’s done everything possible to weaken the President and our country (that’s you and me!) when it comes to the war on terror.

1. Hillary wants to close GITMO and move the combatants to the USA where they would have access to our legal system.
2. Hillary wants to eliminate the monitoring of suspected Al Qaeda phone calls to/from the USA .
3. Hillary wants to grant constitutional rights to enemy combatants captured on the battlefield.
4. Hillary wants to eliminate the monitoring of money transfers between suspected Al Qaeda cells and supporters in the USA .
5. Hillary wants to eliminate the type of interrogation tactics used by the military & CIA where coercion might be used when questioning known terrorists even though such tactics might save American lives.

One cannot think of a single bill Hillary has introduced or a single comment she has made that would tend to strengthen our country in the War on Terror. But, one can think of a lot of comments she has made that weaken our country and make it a more dangerous situation for all of us. Bottom line: She goes hand in hand with the ACLU on far too many issues where common sense is abandoned.

Despite his best efforts, Bill Clinton has been unable to produce a superhero.


Hillary’s not Batman, why she’s not even Robin. And we don’t even like Robin that much anyhow.  Like Dick Morris, a former long time aid to Bill Clinton said, “this country may well be ready for a woman president, but not this one”.


Oh, by the way, I’m sure you’ve heard that the FBI is investigating Hillary’s E-mail computer. That is not true. The FBI is investigating Hillary Clinton.  In the total history of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, they have never investigated a machine. The Bureau doesn’t investigate machines, they investigate people. In this investigation it’s Hillary Clinton, a superhero want-a-be.


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The Email Jumping On Me, Me Jumping On Climate Change, Coke & Climate Change

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Seems I offended the climate change folks in my remarks last week. Well I was told in no uncertain words that people a lot smarter than I and knew a lot more than I do  about climate change, all agreed that climate change was occurring and there was nothing we could do about it, except what the scientists tell us is best for the planet.

Not looking to engage in verbal  wars on the matter of climate change, BUT !

As stated last week, there is no know clean scientific research to support the position of climate change. The  only global warming support is in computer models. Now make sure you hear what I said there. The only global warming support is in computer models.  The data used in the computer models has been skewed to support the outcome desired.

One example of such being, if you calculate the average temperature for a given month that has we’ll say has 30 days and record each daily temperature then throw out the lowest recording and add the remaining 29, then divide by 30, you get one answer. Leave in the lowest recording and still divide by 30, you get lower temperature answer.

It’s important to keep in mind that climate change has now grown into its own industry. Yes, climate change has now become an industry onto its self. Worldwide this industry spends $1,000,000,000,000. And what do we get for spending a Trillion Dollars? More scientific data indicating  that we need to continue to do research on climate change.

But hey, like the friend who told me about the scientists who know a lot more than I do about such matters. I’m assuming we all agree that those folks whose livelihood depends on computer research on climate change make every effort to ensure that their work is completely unbiased and they are working solely for the truth, and will not predetermine any outcomes. Surely the scientific community would be 100% honesty  in their search for the truth.

The scientific community is a reflection of life. And life, time and time again, has demonstrated that those who foot the bill can and will impact the outcome. What drives this new industry onto its self to keep going?  Job security, plain and simple. The underlying support data is never discussed when we’re informed the planet it getting hotter. But we don’t hear about getting hotter anymore. Cause the planet is not getting hotter.

The last report I read on global warming stated that the reason the world is not getting warmer, all the extra heat is going into the ocean. So the oceans are getting warmer and we don’t know it. Old tried and tired alarmist tactics used to further fund climate change. A new industry has been created that does not manufacture, does not sale a service, only creates work for those in the industry. That work, making sure we all pour more money into research into climate change.

Climate change exists in predictions based on computer modeling alone.  There is no data, there is no evidence.  It used to be global cooling.  Then it was global warming.  Now it’s “climate change” so that any apparently abnormal weather event can be attributed to climate change. Be it a tornado, be it a two-inch rainstorm, even a hailstorm that damages a jetliner can be blamed on climate change.  Yes!

So how it works — and they’ve done that with these climate change-prediction models and a “consensus of scientists” — consensus of scientists, but not all.  Because there are many scientists who do not believe what the so-called consensus says.  We never are told what this consensus of scientists study. Maybe it’s weather maybe it something completely unrelated to weather. Maybe their guess is as good as yours when it comes to weather.

Just in case you don’t believe the science community can be bought, may I remind you that Coca-Cola, the world’s largest maker of pop with sugar, is backing a new ‘science-based’ solution to the obesity crisis: To maintain a healthy weight, get more exercise and worry less about cutting calories.”  All of a sudden scientists aren’t so good, because the New York Times has found a bunch of scientists that Coca-Cola apparently is paying to say that drinks like Coke  have nothing to do with obesity.  But wait!

If Coca-Cola can find scientists and get an opinion that they want from by paying them, do you think the same thing could happen to climate change scientists and a “consensus” of them?  Do you think somebody could come along and offer those scientists enough money? I mean, if anybody’s paying attention, they’re  is writing their own obituary in this stuff.   They’re undermining the whole notion of a scientific consensus. Now it can be bought and paid for by Coca-Cola.

As I read the story of the Coke funded research, one could only conclude that  the New York Times admits that scientists can be bought.  The New York Times inadvertently tells us that scientists can be corrupt.  Yeah.  When Coca-Cola wants scientists to say that their drinks do not contribute to people being fat, there are scientists that’ll take the money and say it.  Well, could there be scientists who would take the money and say what say ever Al Gore wants them to say?  After all, for the man who invented the internet, controlling the weather should be a piece of cake, or maybe that should be a piece of ice.

Now not wanting to pick on ole Al Gore, but I’m sure you all have heard of the old saying “A snowball’s chance in hell”. Well based on his latest research, Al Gore, last week,  gave that snowball’s chance as 50 – 50.

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BobbyRay From The EastWing

The Dog Days Are Closing, Liberal Buzz Words, Br. Al & Looking For Jesse J, The President & The JV Team ISIS, Watching the Donald Grow.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


What starts right after the 4th of July and runs to about the middle of August” Why it’s the Dog Days of Summer of course.


When I was a kid I would hear that it is the dog days of summer here in Indiana during times of persistently hot weather in the summer. I assumed that the term dog days meant that all outdoor dogs suffered from all the heat day after day. Life for an outdoor dog just can’t be fun on those 90° days of summer. So I’d always make sure my dog had lots of extra water every day.


Later in life as I started learning about the universe while looking at the stars with my Brother-In-Law Ed that learned the term had to do with stars and not dogs in the summertime. It’s a star, not a dog in dog days. A single star in the in the constellation Canis Major that is one of the brightest stars in the sky and is approximately 8.6 light-years distant from Earth. The Dog days is named after Sirius, the Dog Star.


The Dog days start when the Dog Star begins to line up with our Sun (lining up is called conjunction in stargazing talk). Ancient people thought that when the Dog Star aligned with the Sun that they combined their energy to make the weather even hotter. Of course those folks had no idea of the distance between the Sun, the Dog Star, and the Earth. Just to give an example of the extreme distance between these three things, it’s some 93 million miles from Earth to our Sun.


Light travels at 186,000 miles per second. It takes 9 minutes for the light from the Sun to reach Earth. Now if you do the math and calculate how far light would travel in one year and multiply that by 8.6 you’d get the distance light would have to travel from the Dog Star. So it’s pretty easy to see that the Dog Star is not going to add any heat to Earth in the Summer time  when it lines up with our Sun.


However, dog days expression stuck. In July and August the background stars, that’s the ones out there past our Sun, kinda behind the sun if you will,  includes the Dog Star Sirius. July and August of this year have been relative mild compared to past summers. So in the absence of any persistent heat waves not too many are complaining about the Dog Days of Summer 2015. And before we visit again the Dog Days of Summer 2015 will have retreated into the backroads of things that used to be, never again to return. But wait,,,, next year brings new dog days of summer then we’ll start all over again with hot days and climate change.


Now if you ask the folks who preach the weather doom and gloom, they’ll tell you the reason the Dog Days of Summer is not hotter this year is Climate Change. Of course if July and August had been extra hot, then their reason for the extra heat would be Climate Change.


Do you notice how we have allowed buzz words to be accepted into our language and never protest their arrival? Words that inflame, embarrass, and point fingers. Many such words and phrases  are designed for the single purpose of supporting a liberal, far left political point of view.


No matter what the weather, climate change  means we’re all doomed unless we make drastic changes in the way we live. Give me a break here. Nothing in true science can support that we humans can impact weather on a global basis. The more I read on this topic the more I’m convinced that  those who support climate change are those who make their living spreading the doom and gloom our future brought on by climate change.


In 2007 the spin doctor of climate change, Al Gore, predicted that the polar ice would melt by 2014. There was more ice in the polar ice cap in 2014 than there was in 2007. That fact did not get the same level of publicity as the 2007 prediction. The reason for the increase in the polar ice cap, could that be reverse climate change? The little ice age of the 70’s did not come about. The predicted global warming did not occur so, now let’s say climate change. Cause no matter what the weather, climate change will make the argument for our side.


War on Women. What where who when and how can never be answered by Hillary Clinton when she spouts her now old tired phrase, war on women. Guess she must have missed that war. After all, receiving $300,000 for a 45 minute speech about whatever topic the party paying the $300,000  wants her to talk about does not seem like she’s in the war on women. Maybe Hillary  considers herself the winner of the war on women.


You’re a racist. No matter how fact based the criticism, disagree with the position of the President of the United States, or any black activist, then you’re a racist. Even look at Al Sharpton, you’re a racist. Racist is a two way street. But mostly walked only by race baiters.


African-American, know who popularized that phrase? Jesse Jackson that’s who. Sure wish he would have popularized Appalachian-American, maybe I’d get more respect. If not respect maybe more social welfare coming my way. If not, maybe they’re racist.


Words that inflame, embarrass, and point fingers are now used almost exclusively by the liberal far left as a routine part of their efforts to convince us to support failed social policies, and failed liberal politicians.


Speaking of Jesse Jackson, anybody seen or heard of the Reverend lately? Seems that when the president took up with Br. Al Sharpton, Jesse Jackson was relegated to the JV Team, and we all know that no one pays attention to the JV Team unless you’re the President and it’s ISIS.


This morning’s Sunday Paper brought the third prediction of the death of the candidate Donald Trump and his efforts to become President of the United States.  Now I’m not saying yea or nay on Donald Trump, just saying it seems unusual to read where the same writer spells the death of the same candidate on three different occasions for three different reasons on three different days.


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BobbyRay From The EastWing

A Rainbow Pinto For Sale, Attack On Stone Mountain, Burning Flags & Burning Towns, Things That Offend The EastWing, No Cake For You, Sanctuary City, Nominee For Registry of Things That Offend.

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


My proposed replacement last week for the General Lee, the Rainbow Pinto, drew lots of interest and inquires as to where one could be purchased.  Most took the comments on the Rainbow Pinto for what they intended. Some took the same as the gospel. There’s no doubt that I could have sold many Rainbow Pintos this past week. That alone shows how crazy this whole thing has gotten.


Last week, in jest, I proposed the elimination of the Stone Mountain Monument just outside Atlanta, GA. And sure enough, before a week passed Stone Mountain came under attack. Not from folks in Georgia, rather those people from outside of Georgia hell-bent on furthering a crazy progressive agenda of  dependence on the government to solve all issues within society. Really now. Can you name one thing that the federal government does well?  Yeah, I know what you mean, I can’t either.


These are the same people who propose to support free speech. But only to the extent you agree with what they are spouting. Any different point of view, and the vilifying is kicked into high gear. Don’t agree with the president’s political agenda, then you’re a racist. Don’t support the president’s foreign policy, then you’re a racist. Don’t agree with the supreme court ruling on same sex marriage, then you’re both a racist and homophobe. I don’t even know what a homophobe is but if you disagree on principle, then you are called one. Of course slinging that racist garbage is the  trademark of Rev. Al Sharpton. Guess being called racist by Rev. Al is like the pot calling the kittle………. Na, I’m not gona go there.


The Confederate Flag was removed from the Capital Grounds in South Carolina. The flag removal was a “feel good moment” for the political types in our society. It remains to be seen if any social changes will come about as a result. I’m of the belief that this symbolic jester has zero chance of making any lasting positive impact on the mindset of anybody. After a few weeks or less, we’ll all go back to business as usual. We’ll forget about that old flag while all the underlying social issues still bubble in the cauldron.


Till once again, a city burns, and we’ll watch the fire on TV, listen to the President make disjointed remarks, Rev. Al Sharpton will shout racist and demand justice, all the while not paying his IRS bill, then another flag will burn, and we’ll go on our merry way thinking they’re all made out of wicky whacky and they all look the same. Little boxes.


Did ya hear about where the mayor of Louisville KY wants to dig up a long dead Confederate General and his wife then dispose of their bodies elsewhere. With the elsewhere not being disclosed. A world gone mad…… When a major city mayor proposed to disinter the dead based on political correctness. Or better yet,  a stupid concept of liberal political correctness.


Here at the EastWing we’re glad the worlds going this crazy way. There are several things we want to get rid of, and now’s the time to get ‘er done. Being an alumni from The Ohio State University, there are several flags here in the Midwest that offend me. So it’s time they all join the Confederate Flag and  retreat into the closets of the world, never again to see the public limelight of day.


That flag down there in West Lafayette IN, that one with the big black letter P on it, yeah that one. That has to go right now, ‘cause I’m offended by it’s very presence in the same state I’m in. Another flag that must join the big letter P flag is the flag often seen in South Bend IN. The ND flag must never again wave in the presence of a “Football Jesus” on  October Saturdays when the game is played at home. And that big M flag up there in Michigan. Well that thing should be turned upside down to stand for Wimp. That way those boys up there could carry their flag with some degree of dignity.  I would not be offended by the Wimp Flag of Michigan.


It’s just a matter of time before we have a national registry of things that offend. We will be able to vote using our smart phones, iPads or laptops, for our favorite offender and the one getting the most votes each week will be relocated to a special place known only the those in charge. I propose the Mayor of Louisville KY be put in charge of handling such a place.  After all, he’s all ready to put a general in his place.


One thing for sure, we can’t allow Hillary Clinton to be in charge of this secret place. With her reputation for total and complete transparency in her public life, why she’d go tell it on the mountain. Or at the very least put the location of the secret place on face book. Or maybe even her own private server.


Then there’s the case where bakery, a husband and wife mom pop type business, was fined by the State of Organ  $135,000.00 for not wanting to bake a wedding cake for a same sex wedding. Not only fined the big bucks, but not allowed to talk about the whole deal. This is all going on while in San Francisco an illegal alien shoots and kills a woman and it turns out he’s been deported 6 times.  Now we find out that San Francisco is a “Sanctuary  City” where the federal immigration laws are ignored by the local folks. So the illegals come there   ‘cause nobody gives a damn about the federal immigration laws.


Can’t help but wonder if the folks not baking the wedding cake for the same sex wedding were doing so in San Francisco, would they too be protected from federal law by being in this Sanctuary City? Or is San Francisco selective on which federal laws to ignore. Of course it you’ve seen and heard the Sheriff of San Francisco then you can tell  for yourself that he’s a three dollar bill if there ever was one.


But keep in mind that some of these people in this “Sanctuary City” are represented in congress by none other than the beloved Nancy Pelosi. And we all know what a world leader for democracy she is.  Nancy Pelosi is a classic example of what makes this country great. America is able to prosper as a nation in spite of people like her.


That reminds me, I’m gona nominate Nancy Pelosi for the National Registry of Things That Offend.


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BobbyRay From The EastWing

The Real Reason For The War Between The States

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

It seems this crazy feeding frenzy on the Confederate flag gets more bizarre with each passing day. Now people with no knowledge of history are demanding that things be removed  from society as being oppressive and racist. Once again we are proving that lack of knowledge is detrimental to the peace and tranquility of  society. Another way to say it is “Ya can’t fix stupid”.

When this Confederate flag thing started, I had no real position one way or the other. As things got to where it’s at today, it is time to state many truths that most of you have never heard before and will find hard to believe. Some of you will disagree with every word.  While a few will say, “I knew that”, and some will be amazed. Yet every word is true. Sometimes it’s difficult to face the fact that you’ve been mislead forever. And so I will walk with you down a history lane. The southern back roads of history as you’ve never walked before.

What we see happening in the United States today is an apt illustration of why the Confederate flag was raised in the first place. What we see materializing before our very eyes is tyranny: tyranny over the freedom of expression, tyranny over the freedom of association, tyranny over the freedom of speech, and tyranny over the freedom of conscience. A reason to be alarmed.

A Confederate General, Patrick Cleburne, warned of the historical consequences should the  South lose their war for Independence. General Cleburne said if the South lost, “it means the history of this heroic struggle will be written by the enemy. That our youth will be trained by Northern school teaches, they will learn from Northern school books their version of this war. They will be impressed by all of the influences of history and education to regard our gallant debt as traitors and our maimed veterans as fit subjects of derision.  No truer words were ever spoken by a Southern General, or any General.

History revisionists flooded America’s public schools with the Northern propaganda about the  people who attempted to secede from the United States. Characterizing those as racists, extremists, radicals, hate mongers, and  traitors. You know this technique, it’s used today by the current administration in Washington D.C. It’s the same way that people today in our federal government and news media attempt to characterize Christians, Patriots, War Veterans, Constitutionalists and Conservative points of view.

Please to understand that the only people in 1861 who believed that states did NOT have the right to secede were Abraham Lincoln and his radical Republicans.  To say that the southern states did not have the right to secede from the United  States is to say that the thirteen colonies did not have the right to secede from England. On this issue, one cannot be right on one and the other wrong. If one is right, both are right.  How could this nation celebrate our Declaration of Independence in 1776 and then turn around and condemn the Declaration of Independence of the Confederacy in 1861? Is this not hypocrisy of the highest order?

In fact, the southern states were not the only states that talked about secession.  After the southern states seceded, the State of Maryland fully intended to join them.  In  September 1861 Lincoln sent federal troops to the Maryland State Capital and seized the legislature by force in order to prevent them from voting. Federal provost marshals stood guard and arrested Democrats and anyone else who believed that Maryland should secede. A special furlough was granted to Maryland Troops so they could go home and  vote against secession.  Judges who tried to inquire into the phony elections were arrested and thrown into military prisons.  All that activity in Maryland was carried out from the direct orders of the Northern Great “Emancipator”.

Now before the South seceded, several northern states had also threatened secession.  Massachusetts, Connecticut, and Rhode Island had all threatened secession as far back as James Madison’s administration.  In addition, the state of New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and  Delaware were threaten secession during the first half of the nineteenth century, long before the southern states even considered doing such a thing.

It is  commonly  said that Lincoln “saved” the Union.  Lincoln did not save the Union; Lincoln subjugated the Union. There is a huge difference. A union that is not voluntary is not a union.  Does a man have a right to force a woman to marry him or force a woman to stay married with him? In this eyes of God, a union of husband and wife is far superior to a union of states.  Now if  God recognized the right of husbands and wives to separate,( and He does) to try and suggest that states do not have the right to lawfully (under natural and divine right) to separate is the most preposterous proposition imaginable.

People say that Lincoln freed the slaves.  Lincoln did NOT free a single slave.  His so-called Emancipation Proclamation had no authority in the southern states, as they had already separated into another county.  Imagine the President today signing a proclamation to free folks in say, China or Saudi Arabia, or even North Korea. He would be laughed out of Washington. Lincoln had no authority over the Confederate States of America. No one knew this more than Lincoln.

Most do not know that Lincoln’s proclamation did not free a single slave in the United States, the only country in which he did have authority. Yep, you read that right, the Emancipation Proclamation deliberately ignored slavery in the North. Very few realize that when Lincoln signed his proclamation there were over 300,000 slaveholders who were fighting in the Union Army. Now if you think I’m making this stuff up, check it out for yourself. Then you’ll find I’m right.

One such northern slaveholder was General, and later to be US President, Ulysses S. Grant.  In fact Grant maintained possession of his slaves even after the War Between the States concluded. Here is should be noted that  the Confederate General Robert E Lee, freed his slaves before  hostilities between the north and south broke out.  When asked why he refused to free his slaves, Grant replied “Good help is hard to find these days”

Slavery in this nation did not end until the 13th Amendment to t he Constitution was ratified on December 6, 1865

Speaking of the 13th Amendment, did you know that Lincoln authored his own 13th Amendment?  It’s the only amendment to the Constitution ever proposed by a sitting U.S. President.  Here is the Lincoln proposed 13th amendment: “No amendment shall be made to the Constitution which will authorize or give Congress the power to abolish or interfere within any state with the domestic institutions thereof, including that a person’s held to labor or service by laws or said State.”

You heard that right, Abraham Lincoln himself proposed an amendment to the U.S. Constitution preserving the institution of slavery.  This proposed amendment was written in March 1861, a month before shots were fired at  Fort Sumter, South Carolina.

Now the State of South Carolina was particularly incensed at the tariffs enacted in 1828 and again in 1832. The Tafiff of 1828 was disdainfully called “The Tariff of Abominations” by the State of South Carolina.  And so the South Carolina legislature declared that tariffs of 1828 and 1832 were “unauthorized the constitution of the United States”.

Think about this for a minute here. Why would the southern states secede from the Union over slavery when President Abraham Lincoln had offered an amendment to the Constitution guaranteeing the preservation of slavery? That makes no sense. If the issue was predominantly slavery, all the South needed to do was go along with Lincoln, and his proposed 13th amendment would have permanently preserved slavery among the southern, and also northern,  states. Does that sound like a body of people who were willing to lose hundreds of thousands of men on the battlefield over saving slavery? It’s true nonsense to even think the War Between The States was fought over slavery.

It was money. Only money. The problem was Lincoln wanted the southern states to pay the Union a 40% tariff on their exports. The South considered that outrageous and refused to pay.  By the time hostilities broke out in 1861, the south was paying up to and perhaps exceeding 70% of the nation’s taxes. Prior to the war, the South was very prosperous and productive. Much more prosperous and productive than the North. So Washington, D.C. kept raising the taxes and tariffs on the south.  I’m sure you know that game, the same way that the government keeps raising the taxes on prosperous Americans to this day.

This was much the same story of the way the colonies refused to pat the demanded tariff of the British Crown, albeit the tariffs of the Crown were much lower than those demanded by Lincoln. Lincoln’s proposed 13th Amendment was an attempt to entice the South into paying the tariffs by being willing to permanently ensconce the institution of slavery into the Constitution. AND THE SOUTH SAID NO.

The Congressional Record of the United States forever obliterates the notion that the North fought the War Between the State over slavery.   Read for yourself. This resolution was passed unanimously in the U.S. Congress on July 23, 1861:  “The War is waged by the  government of the United States no in the spirit of conquest of subjugation, nor for the purpose of overthrowing or interfering with the right or institutions of the states, but to defend and protect the Union.”

The preserved record could not be more clearer. The U.S. Congress declared that the war against the South was not an attempt to overthrow on interfere with the “institutions” of the states, bu to keep the Union intact (by force). The institutions referred to most certainly included the institution of slavery.  Hear it loud and clear, Lincoln’s war against the South had NOTHING to do with ending slavery. So said the U.S. Congress by unanimous resolution in 1861.

Abraham Lincoln, himself, said it was never his intention to end the institution of slavery.  In a letter to Alexander Stevens, who later became the Vice President of the Confederacy, Lincoln wrote this: “Do the people of the South really entertain fears that a Republican Administration would directly, or indirectly, interfere with their slaves, or with them, about their slaves?  If they do, I wish to assure you, as once a friend, and still, I hope, ant an enemy, that there is no cause for such fears.  The South would be in on more danger in this respect than it was in the days of Washington.

Again, what could be more clearer? Lincoln, himself, said the southern states had nothing to fear from him in regard to abolishing slavery.

On another occasion Lincoln said:  “If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it.” He also said “I have no purpose, directly or indirectly, to interfere with the institution of slavery in the states where it exists.  I believe I have no lawful right to do s and I have no inclination to do so.

Like I said at the front, some will not believe, some will be enlightened and some will say I know that all the time. Then some will become enraged that I would even dare say such things about President Lincoln. Keep in mind Lincoln, himself, spoke the words and  made the record. Should you choose not to believe, maybe, just maybe, you’ve succumbed to the spin doctors of 1865.

From The EastWing, The Real Reason For The War Between The States

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Still Ocean Bait, Liberal Laws & George & Gracie, Boy/Girl Makes The News, Bill Clinton Honors The Confederate Flag, General Lee To Rainbow Pinto, Carter Mountain, Gone Gone With The Wind, Goodbye To The N-Word, Clean Language & Jail Time

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Guess I pretty well got told where to go as a result of telling people that when they enter the ocean they are no longer on the top of the food chain, rather they become bait. Oh well, some of the things that make me smile when reading the emails coming to the EastWing.


No matter what water lovers may think, I still believe when you get in the ocean, you’re bait. Now you don’t have to wiggle like a worm, but you’re bait just the same. Don’t believe me, just ask those ten sharks that took the bait on the east coast. And that all happened prior to July 4th. Like they said in “JAWS” stay out of the water.


Do ya ever get the impression that the world is going to pot? And not the kind being sold in Colorado,  the kind being pushed by those who want to make sure the basic religious principles of the founding fathers is removed from our society.


The liberal progressive people among us are having a hay day.  Gay marriage is now the law of the land, or so said the Supreme Court. But just because the Supreme Court in a 5 – 4  decision has redefined the term marriage to mean not only a man and a woman, but also Laverne and Shirley. For the purpose of compliance with the new federal definition, guess it also now includes Lenny and Squiggy.  George and Gracie surely must have turned over in their grave. Then George said “Say goodnight Gracie” and she said “Goodnight Gracie”.


As the world goes to hell in a hand basket, we concern ourselves with the things that do make a real impact on society and in fact, make the world a better place. Bruce Jenner going from boy to girl has garnered national attention for some time. Seems every time he/she opens his/her mouth the TV cameras are right there to bring us the very latest from the world of weirdo.  We hang on every curve created by some unknown Plastic Surgeon who has succumbed to the dark side of the practice of medicine, where money is more important than ethics.  And the oath is just some old Greek rambling on about something that does not fit the current landscape. Besides the Greeks have their own trouble to deal with.


Seems that we as a people forever shy away from anything that may tend to disrupt our fascination with simplicity and superficial garbage such as the boy/girl lives of Bruce Jenner. Then the sad events in the Charleston Church where 9 poor souls are gunned down in cold blood, and we attack a Confederate   Flag. I’m not sure I understand the rush to remove all traces of the confederate Flag.


It’s like everyone woke up all of a sudden and said “Oh my that flag  has to go right now”. Can’t help but wonder why nobody thought  such things a while back when Bill Clinton was Governor of Arkansas when he specified that one of the stars on the state flag of Arkansas represented the Confederate Flag and its importance to the  people of Arkansas. If you think I’m putting ya on with the Bill Clinton position, look it up. It’s there, and no doubt the man today wishes it was not.


So now I’m gona jump on the bank wagon of ban the Confederate Flag. In fact, lets ban everything even remotely associated with the Confederate Flag. The Dukes of Hazard surely must go. The General Lee with that flag on top, must never again be seen in public. Maybe the Dukes of Hazard could survive if the General Lee was turned into a Ford Pinto,, maybe a rainbow Ford Pinto. The Rainbow Pinto would not  offend anyone and most assuredly would bring those dastardly Dukes into compliance with current Federal Law.


That Stone Mountain Monument outside Atlanta GA, well that mountain has to go as well. Without the flag, Stone Mountain is just another pretty rock carving, so let’s change it to the Greatest president ever to come out of the south. Seems to me that Carter Mountain would be a hit with the locals. Or at least the local Carter family.


Another piece of Southern Trash that we must expunge from society, “GONE WITH THE WIND”. Way too much flag waving there. We’ve allowed that movie to linger way too long without taking proper steps to cleanse society of that rebel thing. It doesn’t matter if Clark Gable gave a damn or not, he too must be removed along with this racist piece of crap movie called GONE WITH THE WIND. I’m not sure if Clark Gable used the N-word or not, either way he’s out of here.


That reminds me, now that I’m all in on removing the Confederate Flag, it’s time for the ‘N-WORD’ to go away. To leave the English Language all together. There should be mandatory long prison  time for ever again uttering the word. A law of this nature would have two immediate effects. The first would be to clean up the spoken word. The second would take care of those civic minded citizens of both Ferguson MO as well as Baltimore MD who decided the proper way to address urban ghetto  blight was to burn it into prosperity.


It is my understanding that the Attorney General of Baltimore along with the Police Commissioner are heading up the committee to pursue  prosperity for that city.


From The EastWing, Still Ocean Bait, Liberal Laws & George & Gracie, Boy/Girl Makes The News, Bill Clinton Honors The Confederate Flag, General Lee To Rainbow Pinto, Carter Mountain, Gone Gone With The Wind,  Goodbye To The N-Word, Clean Language & Jail Time


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The Preakness And The Twain, Black Death In Black & White, Burning Flags While Burning Nothing, Best Laid Plans, Wall Mart Without Cash Registers, Holding Hands & Loving In The Rain.

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Had a friend point out that a few weeks ago when I talked about the Preakness in Baltimore, I did not mention anything about the riots that were taking place in that city. Actually the riots had subsided by the time of the horse race.


It is interesting to note that when it came time for the running of the Preakness, some of the most wealthy people in our society came to the city to watch the horse race.  The same city where just days before had been  partially destroyed by some of the poorest people of our society. And never the twain shall meet.


Over the Memorial Day weekend 48 people were shot in Chicago, 12 died. Over the same period of time 29 people were shot in Baltimore, 8 died. The questions seem quite straight forward. Where’s the outrage? Where’s Brother Al Sharpton? Why are the rioters not burning down the city once again? Why has President Obama not gone on TV to condemn these killings? They were all black people, both the wounded and the dead. And you know what, I’m willing to bet that you don’t know a single one of their names. They  didn’t make the news.  Why don’t these black lives matter? They matter to me, and I too don’t know their names.


Then comes a crazy 21 year old white man, does the unspeakable act of murder inside the church. Nine people die and the whole country explodes in righteous anger. Rightly so. But why not over the Memorial Day Weekend? 20 die on a hot spring holiday and we don’t give a damn. Just don’t make sense, how we pick and choose what to concern ourselves with.


Now we jump on a battle flag from the Civil War thinking that will end all our troubles. Just burn that flag.  And then someday soon……. Another flag, another cause…….. Another reason to be offended…… Another flag to burn.


Didn’t they try this burning thing one time with books? That didn’t work too well, nor shall burning flags.


Ever been in a situation where the best laid plans go off track. Not only off track, off the map off track.

It all started when the She said she wanted to go to Wall Mart. Usually that means a trip to Valparaiso IN. But this day I had documents to drop off to a client in Knox IN, so rather than backtrack, we decided to go the Wall Mart Store at Plymouth IN.


We left work late Friday afternoon in the rain and it continued as I took care of my business at Knox and continued toward Plymouth. Half way to our destination the soft gentle rain turned into a “slow down the car to 20 mph kinda rain.


The first two traffic lights at Plymouth were not working and the traffic on the 4 lane road was, as usual dealing with the situation very poorly. We were happy to see the traffic light at the Wall Mart intersection working. It appeared that all was well as we rolled into the asphalt jungle they call a parking lot. In the driving rain, all the “Blue Man” parking slots were filled with non blue man tags. So we were relegated to what seemed to be at least a ¼ mile from the entrance to falling prices.


We entered the building with an overall appearance of two drowned cats, both me and the She were in need of something very dry to wipe enough rain from our glasses to at least see where the shopping carts were located. Wiping glasses on the tail of my already wet shirt done little to eliminate the need for something dry to wipe the glasses. Guess it was the thought that counts in a situation like that.


The first item of interest on the list was something from the garden supply section at the far end of the building. Walking toward that location it became apparent that most if not all of the happy shoppers in the store were flowing along our direction of travel. The She thought she had the unusual traffic flow figured out when she said “There must be a sale in the garden section”. That’s when a kid walking beside us said “No, all the cash registers are out and there is a single manual cash register at the garden section and they’re telling people to try to checkout there.” And the rush was on.


The people inside that building were not happy Wall Mart Shoppers to say the least. One could feel the hostility in the room. Tension the size of fully wound alarm clocks walked the lanes and carried frowns you could see a mile.    Hundreds of  angry people were pushing and shoving their way into the garden section to fight for the right to check out come hell, high water, or no electricity.


We opted not to get involved with that already unruly mob, and chose instead to hold hands and  walk back into the rain looking forward to the ¼ mile trek back to the warm confines of Mr. Lincoln.  By the time we’d returned  to Knox we were dry enough to stop at one of the local restaurants for our evening meal. And so we did. It was dry inside, they had electricity and the cash register worked.


From the EastWing, The Preakness And The Twain, Black Death In Black & White, Burning

Flags While Burning Nothing, Best Laid Plans, Wall Mart Without Cash Registers,  Holding Hands & Loving In The Rain.


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Red Admirals Take Flight , Hummingbird Smiles, Dog and Cat and Vet, Tragedy At The Water’s Edge, Big Bate Bigger Fish

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As of the last several day it seems the whole world is filled with butterflies.  Mr. Bentley and I are big fans of riding the golf cart in the field south of the EastWing. Johnny has cut us upwards of a mile or so of two lane grass roads, so out field trips are a close up visit to Mother Nature.


One of the grass roads on the eastside of the property has an abundance of milk weed. In fact, the largest crop of milk weed I’ve ever seen growing at one spot. They are so profuse I call that section “The Milk Weed Fields”.  And there in  The Milk Weed Fields live the butterfly hordes of 2015. Thousands of those free spirits fly around us as we travel thru the milk weed fields. It’s a special site to be seen. Mr. Bentley and I take the trip often.


For all those who’ve asked do I know what kind of butterfly has overrun the area this year. The answer is yes. The Red Admiral Butterfly patrols the local skies sun up to sundown.  This year there’s an abundant crop to be sure. Many have told me the butterflies on  the mild weeds are the Monarch Butterfly. They are not. The Monarch comes later in the year, after the milk weed has grown it’s seed pod. That’s when the Monarchs come to visit. Guess we will see them in The Milk Weed Fields when their time has come.


Now don’t assume I’m an expert on butterflies, I’m not. But as a kid, I did have a collection of 74 specimens of both Butterflies and Moths. All my butterflies were logged into a book with both scientific and common name, and a little story about their life cycle. The whole collection was gathered in and around beautiful downtown Toto. At one time I knew all their names by heart. Today I’d  do well to say a dozen or so.


The hummingbird feeder is located close enough to allow me to view the little birds from my computer chair at the EastWing. Darkness comes and the happy couple are still coming to the feeder every few minutes. Now I don’t know what these little birdpeople have been up to, but did ya ever see humming birds smile? Yep, they’re smiling. Just one of the many blessings received daily at the EastWing, watching humming birds smile.


The annual trip to the Vet for Bentley and my new Sophia turned into a trip to be remembered. For the first time ever, Mr. Bentley was in the car with someone except me. Having the new Sophia in the cat carrier presented Mr. Bentley with a real dilemma. He was used to having both the back seat as well as the passenger seat in the front as his area to roam. On this trip he was limited to the front seat, buckled into the seatbelt. And like most spoiled kids, he whined most of the way there and back.


At the Vet’s office Bentley tried to get under my chair when the Dr. needed to listen to his heart. I ended up holding his head on my knee and the Vet sat in the floor beside the big dog. It all worked out. Bentley checked out A-Ok. Renewed the 3 year Rabies Shot, a year’s supply of heart worm / flea / and whatever else that one medicine supposed to take care of. And then Bentley’s good to go for another year.


The  New Sophia had a rather nasty allergic reaction to Lord knows what. She compounded the situation by  continuing to lick the ulcer. She got a Laser treatment to stimulate underlying tissue growth, a steroid shot and oral antibiotic for 14 days. Ever try to give a cat oral meds? And if you think herding cats is tuff…. try giving meds. Just joking, I have the medication ready, then wrap the New Sophia in a thick towel, uncover her head and insert the syringe between her teeth. Not as difficult as I’m making it out to be.  In a week, the results are striking. The wound has reduced to half its size, hair is growing back in and The New Sophia is well on her way to a full recovery.


It was with much sadness I read of a shark attack on two young kids on Sunday, June 14th   off the shores of Oak Island, North Carolina. It’s beyond me why anyone would ever want to go into the ocean.


If you stop and think about it, God made us as land creatures. Human Beings were never intended to venture into the oceans of our planet. There are things in the oceans that can and will kill the most strong of our species.  The way I look at it is if God wanted me in the oceans, I’d have gills. I don’t, so I don’t do oceans.


It’s important for those folks who may share a different point of view on getting into the ocean waters to keep in mind one simple fact.  Once in the water of any ocean, you are no longer at the top of the food chain. You become, in fact, bait. And we all know what happens to the worm on the hook. The fish are always bigger than the bait.


From the EastWing: Red Admirals Take Flight , Hummingbird Smiles, Dog and Cat and Vet, Tragedy At The Water’s Edge, Big Bate Bigger Fish


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From The EastWing, Where BobbyRay Comes From

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


As to where I’ve been lately, we’ll  talk about that some other time. But for right now, let’s talk of many things. The other day I was asked where I came from. That got me to thinking, really thinking ‘bout where did I come from…. way, way back, where did I come from. And then I thought….


We all originally existed as members of small bands of nomadic hunter/gatherers.  We lived on deer in the mountains during the summer and would go to the coast and live on fish and lobster in the winter.


The two most important events in all of our  history were the invention of beer and the invention of the wheel. Beer required grain, and that was the beginning of agriculture.


The glass bottle and aluminum can were not invented yet, so while we  were sitting around waiting for them to be invented, we just stayed close to the brewery. That’s how villages were formed.


The wheel was invented to get man to the beer.


These two were the foundation of modern civilization and, together, they were the catalyst for the splitting of humanity into two distinct subgroups:  (1) Conservatives and (2) Liberals.


Some men spent their days tracking and killing animals to barbecue at night while they were drinking beer.  This was the beginning of what is known as the Conservative movement.


Other men, who were less skilled at hunting, learned to live off the Conservatives by showing up for the nightly BBQ’s and doing the sewing, fetching, and hair-dressing.  This was the beginning of the Liberal movement. Some of these Liberal men evolved into women.  Others became known as girlie-men.


Some noteworthy Liberal achievements include the domestication of cats, the invention of group therapy, group hugs, and the concept of democratic voting to decide how to divide the meat and beer that Conservatives provided.


Over the years, Conservatives came to be symbolized by the largest, most powerful land animal on earth, the elephant.  Liberals came to be symbolized by the jackass for obvious reasons without a need for additional comment or explanation.


Many of today’s  Liberals like lite beer (with lime added), but most prefer white wine or imported bottled water. They eat raw fish but like their beef well done. Sushi, tofu, and French food are standard Liberal fare. Another interesting evolutionary side note:  many Liberal women have higher testosterone levels than their men.


Most college professors, social workers, personal injury attorneys, journalists, film makers in Hollywood, group therapists and community organizers are Liberals.  Liberals even  meddled in our national pastime and invented the designated hitter rule, because it wasn’t fair to make the pitcher also bat.


Conservatives drink real beer. They eat red meat and still provide for their women.  Conservatives are big-game hunters, rodeo cowboys, lumberjacks, construction workers, firemen, medical doctors, police officers, engineers, corporate executives, athletes, members of the military, airline pilots, and generally anyone who works productively.


Conservatives who own companies hire other Conservatives who want to work for a living.

Liberals produce little or nothing. They like to govern the producers and decide what to do with the production.  Liberals believe Europeans are more enlightened than Americans.


That is why most of the Liberals remained in Europe when Conservatives were going to America. They crept in after the Wild West was tamed and created a business of trying to get more for nothing.


And that boys and girls,  ends today’s lesson in the world history of where BobbyRay came from.


I’ll bet that every Liberal reading this will  have a momentary urge to angrily respond to my story.

While every Conservative will simply laugh and be so convinced of the absolute truth of this history that it will be shared immediately with other true believers and to just piss off more Liberals…..   Just saying.


So let your next action reveal your true self.


From The EastWing, Where BobbyRay Comes From


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From The EastWing, A Winter Hard, Peeps Before Easter.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.
Really, really cold in November. No snow in December.  A January thaw. Then all hell breaks loose in February. Good thing February has only 28 days. I don’t think I could have taken 31 days of February.  Of course if you take the first three days of March and tap them onto February. Oh well, there ya go. February has 31 and it seem they are all the same.
Few things are more exciting than watching the final days of a long, cold winter melt into springtime. So it was today at the EastWing, working at the computer looking onto the south lawn, for the first time in a long time I see the grass. Not very pretty grass but grass never the less.
Last week I was reminded by an EastWing friend from Kentucky  that I had promised to retell the Peeps of Springtime story last spring and did not. So could I make good on that promise this year.  Below is part of a larger story from April, 2010. Hope you enjoy the rerun. It was fun to revisit both the Peeps of Springtime and once again walk in the warm waters of South Fork.
I’m so enjoying the sounds of springtime nights.  So much so that the other night I decided to go out and visit those little sounds of the night. They’re frogs, ya know, those sounds that come to your ears from the darkness, from the nighttime. Those sounds come from little frogs called Spring Peepers.
Little fellers, them Spring Peepers, smaller than your thumb. But happy boys indeed, happy to be alive in the springtime.  All the sounds from all those little boy frogs remind me of sleigh bells ringing.  In fact, these little guys are called the Bells of Springtime. They’re certainly  music to my new ears, those Bells of Springtime. This year, with my new electronic hearing aids, is the first time I have heard the Bells of Springtime in a long time, a long time, and it’s still pretty music to my ears.
When the crushing cold of winter starts to yield to warmer times, as it does every year, even when we think it’ll never end, it does, and on a cold night, the wind is still, and the frost is heavy. The moon, a bright yellow ball hanging in a cloudless sky. While the air is so crisp ya can break with a hammer  a movement starts under the dead leaves of autumn past. Life resurrecting.
First one eye, then the other, one leg moves, then the another.  In a matter of minutes  everything is working just the way he left ‘em when he dug deep under the leaves to freeze  to death for the winter. The little frog is coming back from a place between death and darkness, the twilight zone of frogs.
A Bell of Springtime is tuning up to ring.
I almost forgot to tell ya an interesting thing ‘bout not only the Peeps but all frogs.  It’s the way they survive the winter. Now frogs have the ability to make their own kinda anti-freeze. I’m already starting to see some of my emails next week, laughing ‘bout the frog anti-freeze joke.  Before ya start laughing, ya better check it out, ‘cause I’m telling ya I know a lot ‘bout frogs.
‘Cause one time when I was little, my Uncle Hagins took me frog hunting when I was at  Southfork in the summertime.  Now we didn’t go hunting for Peep or regular frogs, oh no,  we went hunting for the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.
 Now ya gotta hunt these Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork in the creek bed where it’s dark and almost scary.  At  the place where the air smells like snakes and the sun never shines ‘cause the hills are too close together.  The only thing there is the water, the smell of snakes, and maybe even the real snakes there too,  and the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, and some times, empty pop bottles.
We went right there, my Uncle Hagins and me. We went to hunt the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork. And it didn’t take long to find ‘em. We found their trail a long ways before we got to the place where the air smelled like snakes, ‘cause that’s where Uncle Hagins said the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork lived.
When Uncle Hagins showed me the Giant Bullfrog Tracks, at first I thought that it was a person’s footprint in the mud, but Uncle Hagins showed me the difference, ‘cause he knew ‘bout Giant Bullfrog Tracks and stuff like that. Uncle Hagins said if we just kept following those tracks it’d lead us right to the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.
To tell ya the truth, I was almost scared, but I knew that my Uncle Hagins wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, ‘cause I was his favorite nephew, and he had a lot of nephews,  so I just walked a little bit closer to him and didn’t tell him ‘bout me being almost scared an all.  ‘Cause when you’re seven years old and out hunting Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork where it’s dark, that’s almost like being a man, so ya can’t say you’re afraid of anything. But I was, almost.
Then Uncle Hagins said “BobbyRay, you smell snakes?” That really, almost, made me scared. I said “yah” Uncle Hagins said “me too” I could hear my heart beat in my ears, but I wasn’t scared.
Uncle Hagins had in his hand a gig. Now a gig is a long stick with a prong on one end and it’s used to catch fish or frogs, and today we were gigging the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.  Well when I thought my chest  was gona break  from my heart beating so fast in my ears, but  Uncle Hagins throws his gig into the water, runs over and pulls up this Giant Bullfrog of Southfork, stuck right there on the prongs of the gig.  Uncle Hagins takes the Giant Bullfrog of Southfork off the hooks and no sooner than that, he throws again and in less than a minute we have two Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.  Uncle Hagins gigged two more Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork in just a few more minutes.
Then he said it’s my turn to gig a Giant Bullfrog of Southfork. Well, the pole of the gig was a lot taller than me, but I was bound and determined that I was gona gig a Giant Bullfrog of Southfork, or die from a snake bite trying right here in the waters of Southfork.
Two time I tried to throw the spear, but it didn’t go far enough.  So Uncle Hagins said that maybe if we both held on at the same time maybe that would work.  Now don’t ya know, the very first time me and Uncle Hagins threw that spear together it struck a Giant Bullfrog of Southfork.  We had to throw five or six more times before we got another hit, but finally another trophy.
With 6 Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork in hand, Uncle Hagins said that he thought that was ‘bout all we could carry home. We started out for home with Uncle Hagins carrying his four Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork and me carrying my two Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.  That didn’t last long, after ‘bout a hundred yards or so, I had to stop and rest, ‘cause these Giant Bullfrogs were ‘bout to weight me down to the point where I couldn’t go no more.  We rested a little while an started for home again, but same thing, ‘bout a hundred yards or so, I’m wanting to stop and rest from the heavy weight of these Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.
Uncle Hagins said, the way he figured it, at the rate we were going, we’d get home ‘bout Christmas Time, if we were lucky, so he had to do something different. Uncle Hagins cut down two Willow Trees, one bigger  than the other.  On the bigger one, he cut a notch on each end.  He took the smaller tree and took all the bark of it, and threw the skinned tree away.  Uncle Hagins took the bark strips and tied up three Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork into two bundles, he then hooked these bundles over the ends of the pole with notches. He raised one end of the pole with the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork and told me to help lift the other as he raised it to his shoulders. And I did, as Uncle Hagins picked up all the six Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork on his shoulders. We didn’t have to stop any more on the way home.
Talk ‘bout being surprised.  Well they sure were surprised to see so many Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork. Uncle Hagins told ever body how good I was at gigging Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, and how he was just lucky to get two and how I gigged four, I didn’t tell anybody the difference. I just thought maybe Uncle Hagins forgot who got who.
One of the down sides of hunting the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, is when ya catch ‘em, ya gotta clean ‘em.  I’m not gona talk much ‘bout that, ‘cause that’s not as much fun as the gigging part.  When ya do the cleaning, it’s kinda like cleaning fish, but ya don’t hear your heart beat in your ears though.
Now the thing that people eat from Bullfrogs are Bullfrog legs. Now regular Bullfrogs have little Bullfrog legs smaller than chicken legs.  Not the Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, these Bullfrog legs were the size as  big hams, each one weighing maybe 10 pounds apiece.  Since the Bullfrog legs were so big, Lou said we should smoke ‘em in the Smoke House like Uncle Hagins did the hams when it was time to kill the pigs. Everybody thought that was a good idea.  That night we put the cleaned Giant Bullfrog Legs of Southfork in the coldspring and went to bed. I could hardly sleep, thinking ‘bout me gigging those four Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork just like Uncle Hagins said.
The first thing in the morning me and Uncle Hagins wrapped the Giant Bullfrog Legs and hung ‘em up on hooks from the top of the ceiling in the Smoke House.  Then Uncle Hagins  build the fires under the Smoke House, he  knew how to do all that stuff, my Uncle Hagins knew how to do a lot of really neat stuff. He was my favorite uncle, and like Uncle Hagins having a lot of nephews, well I had a lot of uncles too.
I don’t remember how long they had to stay in the Smoke House, but we left Southfork and went home, and I started into the first grade at Weeksbury. We didn’t go back to Southfork till Thanksgiving.  When my Aunt Gladys and my mama cooked our Thanksgiving Dinner, we didn’t have turkey, and we didn’t have goose, we had two Smoked Giant Bullfrog Legs.  There were ‘bout 15 or 18 people there for dinner, and most everybody took leftover Smoked Giant Bullfrog Leg home for supper.  Big frogs, those Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork.
But getting back to this frog anti-freeze thing, during the winter, a frog’s body temperature falls and its metabolism drops. Its heart can even stop beating and start again in the future. Too bad we the people can’t do that little trick.  And we think we know magic. ‘Course we can do a lot of things frogs can’t.
Many frogs dig into mud or deep holes to escape killing frost, but some do practice controlled freezing. They produce excess sugars or starches to prevent damage to sensitive tissues while the remaining water in their bodies turns to ice. The North American wood frog, including the Peeps, live as far north as Alaska. They can survive with 65% of the water in their body frozen solid. I guess ya could take those little fellers, put ‘em on sticks and have  Peepsicles.
Now those Giant Bullfrogs of Southfork, to this very day, don’t ever worry ‘bout freezing in the wintertime, no, they just build themselves a campfire, sit around and tell stories ‘bout how a little boy used to wade in the waters of Southfork looking for ‘em in the summertime. In the company of his Uncle Hagins, who he loved the most.
Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.
From The EastWing, A Winter Hard, Peeps Before Easter.
I Wish You Well

From The EastWing, Inside A Snowball

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


My office at Robert Howard Company Inc. is six miles from the EastWing, door to door. It usually takes me 10 to 12 minutes either way depending if I get tied up in North Judson rush hour traffic.


On the morning of February 14th the travel time to the office was 25 minutes without rush hour traffic.  By the time I arrived there I had already decided to get my work and go back home. The time in the office was devoted to taking care of the Office Cats, Miss Kitty & Little Brother, the official greeter of RHCO INC.


With the Office Cats short term future secure, I loaded up and hit the trail back to the EastWing. The decision to be made was the direction to travel, east or south. The distance was the same, the difference was the depth of the ditches along the way. To the east encountered three sections of deep ditches while to the south there were no ditches along the way. W chose the south bound lanes.


I almost forgot to tell you, the big lake just 50 miles north of the EastWing was in the process of another classic Lake Effect Snow Storm. This one destined to be remembered for the ages…. Actually it was not the snow as much as the wind. A devil wind from the northwest drove the snow parallel to the ground at times higher than the legal speed  limit for Starke County Roads.  It was into the wind and weather that I left the office and started home.


South bound and down at a hefty 15 mph for just a little over a mile and then encountered the first of 12 white-outs.  Now for my friends who may have never encountered such, just let me say it like this. Imagine you’re driving in your car with poor visibility to begin with, then within two seconds all windows in your car are painted white. On the outside, painted white. Your car is now inside a snowball. You’re inside the car, inside the snowball and you no longer have control of your destiny. You are no longer a driver of your car, you are a passenger inside a snowball, inside a car.   A total of 12 such snowballs engulfed Mr. Lincoln before we reached our safe and sound EastWing.


You stop your car as fast as you can inside a snowball. You sit with your foot pressed hard on the break. You turn on the emergency flashers. Then realize the only ones being seen are the two little arrows flashing and clicking on the instrument panel you’re looking at.  You hope everybody else on that road also stops. You wonder how long the white out will last. You wonder what if the wind doesn’t stop blowing.  The desire to move your car is so great that just as soon as you’re able to see  a few feet in front of the car, you’re once again rolling down the road. Soon another snowball eats your car.


I rolled past the EastWing at maybe 2 or 3 mph and never knew where I was until I’d reached the east end of the property. There a small wooded area split the devil wind just enough to allow me to realize the I’d passed my house.  Within seconds another white-out made me stop and think. One thing for sure, you never want to back up in a white out, so I just sat and waited until a little break in the intensity of the wind, then went a ¼ mile or so to the next neighbor, turned and felt my way back to the EastWing.


Home at last, home at last. Thank God, Home at last. I do believe that even atheists say prayers in a white out, just in case they’re wrong, and don’t want to take the chance at being on the wrong side of the rope at the big finish. But oh well, they’d just call it hedging the bet. I call it scaring the crap out of ‘em.

Did me, I prayed.


Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.


From The EastWing, Inside A Snowball.

I Wish You Well,


From The EastWing, Doing Well, Taxing ObamaCare, Paying More & Getting Less, Old School Teachers & Me, Big Snows & Little Snows & Cops & Robbers.

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


With all the inquires of the last week, as to the state of my health just let me say, I’m good. The reason we did not visit last week is to be honest, I was just too lazy to say hello. (insert smiles here).  The real truth was the volume of work to keep pace with the opening of the electronic tax filing season with IRS. We didn’t get overwhelmed, but not underwhelmed either.


For those who have yet to file their income tax returns for 2014, you may be in for the shock of “ObamaCare”. In the Office of RHCO INC. during the last couple weeks we’ve seen about everything that can  play out with this “Affordable Care Act”, known far and wide as ObamaCare. The options are many and the additional taxes you may pay are varied based on many different factors. Many will be surprised, some will have no problems at all


It doesn’t matter on which side of the issue you lie when it comes to ObamaCare, It’s gona cost you more, lots more for your health insurance, and you are gona get less, much less for your money.  Of all the social legislation to provide assistance for the lower economic group in our society, this ObamaCare thing has failed the worst of anything I’ve ever seen.


I’d like to see some bleeding heart progressive that that one on. Just point another piece of social legislation that has failed worse than ObamaCare. As a conservative friend of mine once said “Go ahead punk, make my day.”


It’s difficult to visualize a system that requires you to buy a product, then fines you for not being able to afford the required product. That’s the jest of how the ObamaCare system works for many, many people. For the first time since this thing came into existence the general public is just now starting to take note of the major problems. The reason it’s now garnering the spotlight in the minds of many is simple. Now it’s costing fines in the form of additional taxes. For many it’s costing more than ever for health insurance. The annual deductable is beyond their ability to pay  for many taxpayers.


In the office, so far this tax filing season, we’ve seen monthly ObamaCare Insurance as high as $1,850.00 for a family of 2, that’s $1850.00 per month. We’ve also seen deductible coverage as high a $10,000.00. And some of the horror stories as to the mix ups in the sign ups I won’t even talk about.


So now for all those who voted for all those who voted to pass the ObamaCare law, thanks a lot for nothing. You were wrong then and that vote remains wrong now. It’s interesting to note that not a single republican voted to enact the Affordable Care Act. It’s also interesting to note that over half of those who voted to pass that law in the United States Senate are no longer in the United States Senate. That alone speaks volumes for a mistake in judgment on the part of men who would have rather kept their seat in the U. S. Senate


The amount of additional work in preparing 1040 taxes this year is a choir to be worked into the system. Taxpayers are just not waking up to the fact that they cannot file their Federal Income Tax without addressing their participation or lack of participation in the ObamaCare Program. In 2010 when this law was enacted, people like myself read and understood the law. We knew that the 2015 tax filing season would be tuff to deal with. We were right on that call.


In the above paragraph I should have used “problematic” is place of the word “tuff”. That change is to appease one of my most loved and oldest critics of what I have had to say from the EastWing. An old retired high school English teacher living in central Nebraska has graded my words from the EastWing for some 10 years or so.



About one a month or so, I’ll get a report card style email something like this:


STORY TITLE:____________________________





( I sometimes get a smiley fact it it’s a good grade) It just goes to show ya, one never gets too old for a smiley face.


Now I’ve never met this ole girl in person, but it seems we’re friends for life, and I guess we are. Once asked her why she picks on me with such poor grades and she said “The nights are long in Nebraska, you help me wile away the hours, or maybe you just make my day.”


But should I skip one Sunday Evening visit, like last Sunday, I can count on the first email read Monday Morning is coming from Nebraska. I guess old school teachers never stop being school teachers, they just stop going to the class room. I’m glad she’s a friend of mine.


As we visit here in the EastWing this evening in the middle of a sizable snow storm, I’m reminded of how last weekend was such a bomb for two men who so desperately wanted to show the world that they were in charge of everything. But it just didn’t work out well.


The weekend of January 24 -25 was to be the worst snow storm in the history of New York City. The mayor of that city started shutting the place down days in advance of the storm.  The governor of New York State started shutting down the state in concert with the mayor of New York City. The storm did not materialize and the criticism piled high on both the mayor and  governor.


But you got to look a little closer at these two to get a different prospective on their actions. From their point of view it was important that the come across as strong and decisive leaders of their government. The mayor of New York City has ever cop in the city ready to pee on his boot whenever they can get a change. He is desperate to  demonstrate he is in charge. The governor of the State of New York is in one of the most corrupt political systems in the nation. A system second only to Chicago, home of the current president.


The democratic political leader in the state of New York, the Speaker of the House, has been arrested by the federal marshals on charges of massive corruption. It’s interesting to note that the original investigation into these charges was started by the current governor. A sham investigation to eliminated rumors of problems within the state government. When the investigation did in fact turn up the real mess, the governor shut down the investigation. His response was, “I started the investigation, I have the authority to end it.” Turns out he did not.


The investigation was picked up by the US Attorney in Albany, New York, and the rest is history so to speak.   Too bad they don’t send this guy to Washington DC, he may find a little extra work there.


Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.


From The EastWing, Doing Well, Taxing ObamaCare, Paying More & Getting Less, Old School Teachers & Me, Big Snows & Little Snows & Cops & Robbers.


I Wish You Well,


From The EastWing, Sharpton & Capone Brothers Under The Skin, A Court Jester Fixes The Movies, The Secretary of State in concert to teach the world to sing.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

It’s interesting to note that Al Capone owed $150,000.00 in back taxes to the IRS and he was sent to prison. Al Sharpton owes $4,500,000.00 in back taxes to the IRS and he gets invited to the White House. Now I don’t know about you, but to me that just don’t seem right.

Best I can surmise, Rev. Al has become the official Court Jester for the Obama White House. Of course having a court jester is most appropriate when you consider the fact the Secretary of State of the United States took an acoustic guitarist to Paris to perform “You got a friend” as a explanation for the President of the United States not going to Paris with the rest of the world leaders to show support for the French in their fight with Islamic terrorist. Oh, I forgot our president does not say “Islamic Terrorist” ‘cause that might offend an Islamic Terrorist somewhere to be called an Islamic Terrorist by the President of the United States.

The latest con game to come from the White House official Court Jeter, Al Sharpton, is the funny story reported by the Washington Times. They report that Reverend Al announced he was holding an “emergency meeting” to discuss Hollywood’s all-white list of Oscar nominees and talk about possible action against the Academy Awards’ powers-who-be.”

“The movie industry is like the Rocky Mountains,” he said in a statement reported by Business Insider. “The higher you get, the whiter it gets. … I have called an emergency meeting early next week in Hollywood with the task force to discuss possible action around the Academy Awards.”

Now bear in mind this is only the second time in the last 20 years that only white folks were nominated for best actor, actress or director Oscars, so it’s not like there’s a continuing pattern of racism here.

But I’ll tell you where there IS a clear pattern of racism. It’s in the NFL, the National Football League!
I did a quick review of the starting line-ups for the four playoff teams (Seahawks, Packers, Colts and Patriots) and 65 percent of those players are black. I’d say that’s a little lop-sided. Considering blacks make up only around 14 percent of the U.S. population, I wonder why Rev. Al has not  resolved this racism issue in the NFL.

And don’t get me started about the racism in the NBA! If you want to talk about no diversity in honoring excellence, look at the recipients of the Most Valuable Player awards over the last 58 years.

It’s shocking! Seventy-eight percent of all MVPs in history have been black! Boy, I’d say the NBA is way too black. We ought to hold an emergency meeting to discuss possible action against the NBA, right Al? Lets march on this one. I mean it’s simply not FAIR. In the NBA, it’s like outer space Al — the higher you get, the darker it gets.

I’m sure after the White House Court Jester fixes the movie industry he’ll turn his attention fixing tools to the NFL and the NBA once I’ve pointed these problems out.  It’s a good thing Tiger Woods already fixed the Professional Golfing Association, else the jester’s work would be piling up.

Getting serious here for a moment, of all the blunders this current administration has created in the past six years, ignoring the world wide show of solidarity by many leaders of the free world has to rank right up there with some of the antics of former British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlin. And we all know of his miscalculations of world events.

Then when you think you’ve seen it all, Our Secretary of State takes a guitar player to Paris to sing You’ve got a friend….. WOW ! What in the world are these people thinking about.   Although I do recall that  in the past when asked about the National Anthem, the President did say he would prefer “I’d like to teach the world to sing”. I guess they’ve started.

Guess now all I gotta do is set back and wait for the email to bring all the fire calling me a racist for calling Rev. Al a Court Jester. Well all I can say to that is in the medieval courts there was always one fool, seems that today we have at least a pair probably three of a kind,  or maybe even a full house. All bets are down.

Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.

From The EastWing, Sharpton & Capone Brothers Under The Skin, A Court Jester Fixes The Movies, The Secretary of State in concert to teach the world to sing.

I Wish You Well,



From The EastWing, Loving The Winter Time, Greek Mythology, Plough Monday, Weather lore

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


Well sure enough, last week we talked about how there was no snow at the EastWing during the month of December, and then it happened. Happy New Year had hardly been said when the snow started. With the snow came the cold and with the cold came the volumes of “I hate winter”.


I love winter. The  only reason I never go to Florida or south Texas or Arizona in the winter time is I love winter. Always have as long as I can remember, and Lord knows that’s a long time. A long time of loving winter. Over the years we’ve had both friends and family repeatedly ask that we come to the warm weather during the winter time. The answer has always been no. Guess I got hooked on Snow Angels as a little hillbilly boy in downtown Toto, back in the day, and never wanted to leave the snow.


It brings a heartwarming smile every time I’m still receiving  emails telling me how right I am to refuse to jump into the “Happy Holidays” camp. Even though we talked about that a few weeks ago, it takes sometime four or five weeks and I’m still getting emails on a topic. Sometimes I have to go back and re-read what we were talking about in order to respond to the emails.


Had a client in my office last week that asked me did I know the origin of the name of the first month of the year. He was surprised that I did know about the Roman god Janus.  Now Janus is pictured as  two-headed, and both heads having a beard. One head looks forward, one head looks back. Janus was in charge of the temple of peace. The doors of the temple of peace were only open during times of war. The temple of peace was a place of safety. It was the place where new resolutions were formed. Our practice of making new year resolutions comes from this temple of peace.


The client was surprised that I knew about Janus. I was kinda surprised about how much I remembered about Janus. I didn’t tell the client I studied Greek Mythology for two semesters at The Ohio State University a while back. One of the neat things about Greek Mythology, it’s just telling stories.


Did you ever hear about Plough Monday? It’s the first Monday after Epiphany (January 6) was the day for the in times of old  to return to work after the holidays. Now  no work was actually done on this day, Plough Monday, ‘cause it was a holiday. The men all dressed in clean white smocks decorated with ribbons, the men dragged a plow (plough) through the village and collected money for the “plow light” that was kept burning in the church all year. Often men from several farms joined together to pull the plow through all their villages. They sang and danced their way from village to village to the accompaniment of music. In the evening, each farmer provided a Plough Monday Supper for his workers, with plentiful beef and beer for all.

Another interesting thing in January is the name of the full moon for the month. The Full Wolf Moon is January’s moon. Some of the American Indians also called the January full moon the Snow Moon, but most used the Full Wolf Moon for January. The name of the Full Wolf Moon came about from the howling of the wolves in hunger on the long cold January nights.


Due to the nature of January weather, the month contributes much to the weather lore world.

“Always expect a thaw in January”  “Fog in January brings a wet spring”  “He who drops a coat on a winter day will gladly put it on in May”  “If on January 12th the Sun shine, it foreshows much wind”


Just keep those little jewels in mind  and you may be surprised at how many will demonstrate some degree of accuracy.


While we’re talking ole time stuff, I may as well throw in some that are near 100% accurate whenever they occur.  Also just watch these and you’ll be as surprised as I was when I first started watching such things in downtown Toto.


“The higher the clouds, the finer the weather”.  If you spot wispy, thin clouds up where jet airplanes fly, expect a spell of pleasant weather. Keep an eye, however, on the smaller puffy clouds (cumulus), especially if it’s in the morning or early afternoon. If the rounded tops of these clouds, which have flat bases, grow higher than the one cloud’s width, then there’s a chance of a thunderstorm forming.


“Clear Moon, frost soon.”  When the night sky is clear, Earth’s surface cools rapidly—there is no cloud cover to keep the heat in. If the night is clear enough to see the Moon and the temperature drops enough, frost will form. Expect a chilly morning


“When clouds appear like towers, the Earth is refreshed by frequent showers”.

When you see large, white clouds that look like cauliflower or castles in the sky, there is probably lots of dynamic weather going on inside. Innocent clouds look like billowy cotton, not towers. If the clouds start to swell and take on a gray tint, they’re probably turn into thunderstorms.

“A rainbow in the morning gives you fair warning.” A rainbow in the morning indicates that a shower is west of us and we will probably get it. Morning rainbows are rare but I’ve never seen one without it raining within the hour.


Now I didn’t really intend to go off on weather lore and Greek Mythology this visit in the EastWing, but sometimes ya just gotta go with the flow.


Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.


From The EastWing,  Loving The Winter Time, Greek Mythology, Plough Monday, Weather lore


I Wish You Well,


From the EastWing, A No Snow December, Hoping Buzz Words Buzz Off, Murder 110th

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Did you notice that it did not snow in December? At least not here at the EastWing. We thought that kinda strange and so we looked. I can say for a fact that last month was the first December since 1968 where no snow fell at my location. Now if you really want to get into the weather facts of no snow in December, well, South Bend IN had a record low snow fall in December of 0.2 inches. The previous low snow fall record for South Bend was 0.5 inches, that set in 1912. With that being said, guess it’s safe to say we just had the lowest snow fall at the EastWing in well over 100 years.

As I sat this Sunday Afternoon in the EastWing watching blowing snow and falling temperatures while reading the National Weather Service warning of bad time to come here in the next 24 – 48 hours, I think oh well, only two months till spring. January and February, ‘cause everybody knows we start spring at the EastWing come March 1st.

As December, with its no snow, and 2014 slipped into their proper place of things that used to be, I was hoping some of the stuff that seem to annoy me would also go slip sliding away.

Buzz words such as “transparency”. I’ve heard that spoken so much I’m sick of the sound. Seems that it was to be the most transparent administration in the history of the republic. Or so the presidential candidate Obama promised in 2008. Hope and change along with transparency. Now we all know how both of those worked out.

“At the end of the day”. Much like transparency, I’m really sick of hearing people say “At the end of the day”. The phrase adds nothing to the conversation at hand, and does in my opinion make the speaker of such phrase, at the end of the day, look and sound stupid. Some words just don’t advance your argument in the way you are hoping.

A few years ago the democrat talking points on a particular issue included the word “gravitas”. I’m not even sure I now remember what the issue was to begin with, but do remember the stupidity of bombarding the air ways with every democrat saying gravitas every chance they could get.

Now if you may not be familiar with the phrase talking points, that’s when someone in the democrat system decided what to say about an issue, passed the statement along, and then everyone who had the slightest chance of getting in front of a TV camera memorized the talking points, and then performed much like the old vaudeville act of the Organ Grinder and the Monkey on the string. When the camera came on they made sure to say Gravitas and smile into your living room TV, as if they knew what they were talking about.

As for me, at the end of the day, those folks showed a lack of transparency and did not demonstrate the proper level of gravitas to garner my attention or support.

Just so the next time you hear gravitas, you’ll know where it came from.

Word Origin and History for gravitas . Noun.

1924, from Latin gravitas “weight, heaviness;” figuratively, of persons,”dignity, presence, influence” (see gravity ). A word that became usefulwhen gravity acquired a primarily scientific meaning.
Online Etymology Dictionary, © 2010 Douglas Harper

A friend of mine recently sent me an interesting set of statistics. I thought I’d share with you. It’s from the World Health Organization and it’s the murder statistics for the whole world. It’s the rate that we kill each other per 100,000 of us per year.

Honduras at 91.6 per 100,000 leads the world in murder rate !

With all the push for gun control in our nation, you’d think the United States would be near the top of the leader board, maybe # 2 or 3, surly in the top 5. Most defiantly in the top 10. Wrong, wrong, and wrong. The United States murder rate is 4.2 per 100,000 That ranks the United states in 110th place on the world list. That ranking in its self may be a surprise to many.

But Wait There’s More !!! All of the 109 countries with a higher murder rate than the Unites States, well those countries all have 100% gun control bans making it illegal for regular citizens of those countries to own guns.

The only nation that did not make the list is Switzerland. For a simple reason, they did not have any recorded gun murders during the time measured in the study. As strange as that may sound, keep in mind that in Switzerland the law requires every adult to own a gun and maintain marksman qualifications on a regular basis.

For all those preaching total and complete gun control in the United States, you may want to reconsider your position. If not you may want to consider relocating to Switzerland. At least you’d be safe there.

Stay safe in Iraq and Afghanistan.

From the EastWing, A No Snow December, Hoping Buzz Words Buzz Off, Murder 110th

I Wish You Well,