Getting Ready For The Tax Time, Texting, Tweets, 1% & Pell Grants

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


So this time of the year rolls around once again. The time to prepare for the upcoming tax filing season is rapidly approaching. Well not for you, but me and my son John, working at RHCO INC. in beautiful downtown North Judson IN. We start right after Thanksgiving thru the month of December in preparation for the new year start of the tax return filing season.  This preparation for the tax filing season  has changed a lot over the years I’ve been in this line of work.


It wasn’t that many years ago when everybody got a booklet of paper forms from the Internal Revenue Service. Now paper forms  from IRS have pretty much gone the way of the dodo birds  and Hudson Automobiles.  Maybe I should use more recent analogy of things that went away. How about Green Bar  Computer Paper and corded telephones. Not many of either around anymore.   This upcoming tax filing season, if I file paper income tax returns  I either also file a special form telling IRS why I’m filing paper tax return, or pay a penalty of $50.00 for adding to the Internal Revenue Service paper processing process. Should I be unable of convince my client to allow me to file electronic tax returns, and have to file the paper.  You better believe I’m gonna file the support paper pleading my case.  50 bucks is 50 bucks.


I think it was 1775 or so when the letters starting  arriving by mail. thanks in a major part to Ben Franklin. Yeah, the kite flyer, delivered mail on the side.  For years and years before there was email, we had a different mail system. Operated by the Federal Government, a system of pickup and delivery to pretty much ever address in the whole country. Six day a week of mail service is why the US Postal Service became part of the bedrock upon which this nation was built.  


For a few hundred years the postal service served the nation well. And then along came computer technology. And email followed, and face to face cell phone conversations with iPhones, iPads, and smart phones, talking watches receiving spoken messages from pretty much anywhere on the planet. Then the fine art of committing ones thoughts to paper in a logical process  went slip sliding away. And as a people we pretty much didn’t give a damn. After all, we had something new to latch on to. Texting and Twitter it turns out is a communication format that pretty much mirrors the lack of communication skills of much of society.


The lack of useful knowledge in many forms of formal education from 40 -50 – 60 years ago in many members of our society under the age of 30 is  amazingly scary.  Many can’t make a simple change transaction, some even with paper and pencil. They have no concept of the history of the United States. No knowledge of the cost in human life to preserve these United States. No appreciation for the men and women who continue to protect their right to continue to be functional idiots in this land of plenty. Many have severely limited speaking skills, and reading ability to match. But they sure know who Snooky is, and her contribution to our society. I somehow don’t feel that my life has been enriched by gaining knowledge of Snooky and what she does for a living.

Forty years of liberal progressive manipulation of the education system shows in society today. In  the minds of many, the single most devastating attack on public education came with the creation of the Federal Department of Education. Created by the Carter Administration back in the 70’s.


Sure as shooting, someone will take exception to the statement taking issue with the value of the Department of Education. Should that be the case, point to a single fact that has improved primary education at the local level. And don’t give me that equal program for boys and girls. What you do have is a ton of garbage regulation that has the net outcome of dumbing  down society. While at the Federal level rules were made to ensure equality, but they created an environment where mediocre outcomes were desirable. The educational model became a desire of  conformity rather than achievement of the highest parting of knowledge possible.  It became, in the mindsets of  many in the business of public education, “stay in the middle and don’t make waves”.  Our outcomes over the last few decades support that fact.


A few days ago I saw one of the most freighting interviews ever. A female college student, representing those protesting at the University of MO, was selected to articulate their demands on national TV. She stated three demands of justice for all. Her demands as she stated them were, free college education for all that graduate high school, immediate total forgiveness of all student debt owed by  anybody, immediate law to raise the minimum wage to $15.00.


When simply ask how she would propose to pay for such benefits, her response was “just take from the 1%”.  When informed that a 100% tax on income of the top 1% wage earners in our country would not even fund the Medicare Program  for  4 months, her response  was “well just cut off Medicare, and put the money where it belongs in the first place, what’s more important student education or Medicare”.  A college student selected by her peers to enumerate their position on a national news interview, proposed to eliminate Medicare to fund free college education for all.


When this college student was asked how her personal  college education was being paid, she said “I’m spending  my Pell Grant money”. Asked did she know how the Pell Grant system works, the reply was “You don’t have to know how it works to be able to spend it”.   Now for those who may not have had contact with the Pell Grant Program, it’s FREE MONEY FOR LOWER INCOME FAMILIES FOR COLLEGE EDUCATION. The free money, yep, you got that right, it’s coming from the Federal Government. And the poor child  didn’t even know the Federal Government was paying for her current college education.


Asked would she and her friends be willing to pay 90% of their future  income to provide free college in for upcoming generations, her answer became even more bizarre. “Why no, once it becomes free, it don’t cost anymore.”


It’s kinda scary to think the students with a like mindset, and having chosen to select this fellow student of put forth their views to the general public, will most likely reproduce in the not too distant future.

From The EastWing, Getting Ready For Tax Time, Texting, Tweets, 1% & Pell Grants


I Wish You Well,





BobbyRay From The EastWing

From The EastWing, Feeling Sad, Feeling Sad, Feeling Bad, Feeling French, Feeling Mad






Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

It was much sadness that I, like you, watched the carnage unfold in the Paris, the city of lights. In Europe there are only three cities that all American can name, London, Rome and Paris. To attack any other city in Europe would have made  much less impact on the American people. But Paris, we all feel like we know Paris. Most don’t, but we feel as if we do.

With the  Eifel Tower being only one of three landmarks the average American can name of European landmarks, Big Ben in London and the Coliseum  of Rome round out the list. An attack on Paris is an attack on a friend, and attack on family. It was after all, the nation who gave us the Statue of Liberty.

Since the start of ISIS, we’ve had an American President unwilling to openly identify ISIS for what it is. A killing machine based on the directives of the Koran in dealing with non believers, infidels, if you will. Now that’s folks like you and me.   A President who has made every effort not to address the issue head on.  A President, when newly elected told the people in the middle east that America was a Muslim Nation. Right then there should have been a massive public outcry. There was not. At that time is was just so cool to have a black president, that no one would publicly challenge damn near anything he said.

It was only a short time ago that our President called ISIS the JV Team. And then the JV Team started cutting off heads of Americans and others,  all the while videotaping these  beheading and putting it up on the internet for the world to see. The JV Team kicked up their game, while our President all these actions extremism. Stating justice would be served to those who engaged in such acts.

Keep in mind this is the same President who drew that line in the sands of the middle east while saying the use of chemical warfare would bring retaliation.  Chemicals were used, the retaliation did not come about, and the Russian  sphere of influence in the middle east grew by leaps and bounds  on the weakened position of the American President. Sad to say, we have an American President that other countries do not have faith in his word.

It was just several hours before the tragedy in Paris that our President, while speaking on TV stated that the American efforts had contained ISIS and they no longer had the ability to move about at will. Then ISIS blew Paris apart with people willing to die for their cause. People intent of killing as many non Muslims as possible as they died. Then our President goes on TV and states that he does not have all the facts yet , its’ too early to speculate on who is responsible.  

I, for one American, would have felt better if the man whose job it is to protect me,  had he said  that We will hunt down and kill these SOB ‘s  where ever there they are. In their homes, in their beds, in their hiding places under rocks or holes in the sand, we’ll kill ‘em . Anywhere in this world all those who call themselves ISIS will die at the hands of the Most powerful military in the world.

Our President didn’t say that. He did say he has faith in the American Justice System to hold those who  perpetrated such deeds accountable. I don’t want ‘em accountable to the American Justice System. This is not a street crime on the south side of Chicago where a community organizer would look to the American Justice System. I want to see ‘em accountable to the U.S. Military. I want ‘em accountable to the Delta Force, the Green Braes, the F15’s, the Cruise Missiles, and the Army rangers. I want ‘em accountable to an unbridled military not constrained by the likes of think tank morons in decision making capacity for our nation.

I’m  sure some of my EastWing friends will call me a warmongering hawk. When ISIS brings this action to one of our major cities, remember the man who drew the line in the sand. In times like these, I want to see the Arnold Schwarzkopf type in charge, not those who would rather hold a block party.

These Paris attacks were not “senseless violence” as some media commentators observed as the news coverage unfolded Friday Evening and into the Night. It was an organized attack on non Muslims.

Nor was this  “an attack on all of humanity and the universal values that we share,” as President Obama said late Friday evening. No, it was an attack to kill non Muslims. Nothing less, nothing more.

These Islamic radicals know who their enemies are, and have for known for decades. It is we who have forgotten who is under attack. If not us, then  at least it’s some of our leaders who  have forgotten or will not admit who is being attacked.

I’m sure the President will now make every effort to use this event to push for more  gun control.  After all if we’d taken the guns from that JV Team in the  first place all this would never have happened. Then the President will make every effort to find some way to blame either Bush or the Republican Party on this tragedy. After all, people don’t kill, guns do. Just ask ‘em on the South Side of Chicago.

From The EastWing, Feeling Sad, Feeling Bad,  Feeling French, Feeling Mad

I Wish You Well,



BobbyRay From The EastWing

Nuts & Grain & Veggies, A Whisky Bacon Breakfast, Big Brother Taxing Farting Cows & Rotting Pumpkins

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing

Sometimes there’s no need to create a story in my mind, just watch the news and you’ll find that reality is so much more bizarre than imagination.  Many examples exist but this one caught my attention.  Without any fanfare, on a very late Friday afternoon,(4 minutes before 6 PM ) at the start of a three day holiday, our own federal government officially changed the recommendations for our food consumption.

The new information released by the Food & Drug Administration stated that in order to reduce the green house gases produced in the production of meat for  human consumption, the nations diet must  shift to grains, nuts and vegetable consumption.

Soon after that little ditty hit the news, researches from one of the eastern universities released a  paper decrying the ills of meat production and its effect on the ozone layer.  Yep you got that right, these folks tied cow farting to the destruction of the ozone layer and the uptick in the occurrence of skin cancer.

Just a few days ago the World Health Organization reclassified processed meat  into the same carcinogenic level as smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol . They also highly suggested that eating red meat was the next item that will be added to this group of no no’s. The very next day the She asked what I wanted for breakfast. I told her a bacon sandwich and a double shot of Whisky. I got the bacon sandwich and a frown from the She.

Just two week ago another  government agency determined that jack-o-lanterns were a MAJOR  contributor to climate change.  Rotting jack-o-lanterns produce carbon dioxide which turn out to be worse that carbon monoxide.  That’s what cars pump out their tail pipes. Guess if you get real close to your car’s exhaust, it’ll smell like rotting pumpkins.

Remember a few weeks ago we talked about how Coke paid for a scientific research project to determine if sugary drinks contributed to the overweight issue in society.  Well guess what, that scientific research determined that drinking Coke did not add the overweight. (DUH!)

Anybody see a pattern here?  Change your diet to nuts and berries, eating meat destroys ozone, processed meat causes cancer and so does red meat, coke does not add to weight gain, cow farting causes cancer. Wow, what’s a body to believe now days? Of course one can believe only so much of this kind of crap.

Keep in mind, I didn’t even talk about ole boy, Al Gore, and his prediction the New York City would be under water by 2015 with the melting of the polar ice caps. What’s so amazing about BS like that is when those people say that kinda  stuff and it never comes about, no one ever calls ‘em out. At the EastWing we do that.

After all the fanfare about the polar ice melting and the gloom and dome that  will come with melting ice, it didn’t melt. The truth is there are some places in the world where the ice is melting. There are other places in the world where the ice is accumulating at a rate that exceeds the world wide melting. You don’t hear about that part of the ice getting thicker and more than compensates for melting at other parts of the world.  And so it is that we have a president that tells the United States Navy that the biggest threat to the Navy is global warming. WOW!

The same Commander-In-Chief who’s Department of Defence spent 43 million  dollars, now that’s  $43,000,000,000.00   to build a fuel filling station in Afghanistan. Just down the road a little bit, the locals built the same thing for about $500,000.00 (notice the difference in the 0’s of the two filling stations. When asked about this the Army said the filling station only cost $13 million and the company that built the station had overhead costs of $30 million.

As crap like this is common  practice, a federal agency told a school in Illinois that a boy calling himself “transgender” must have full access to the girls locker room. Peeping Toms from all over the country are now flocking to Illinois, and trying to learn how to spell TRANSGENDER as they travel to the land of Lincoln.

An interesting fact on the global warming position. There is no scientific data, and I’ll repeat for my tree hugger friends  of the  EastWing, no scientific data to support global warming.  The whole concept is based on computer modeling. Using computers to predict weather in the future is much like Coke funding research that proved their product is not involved in weight gain. Whatever outcome you want can be supported by computer analysis.

Its mind blowing to think that all the hullabaloo back in the 70’s  and 809’s about global warming. When that didn’t happen, then changed the title of the scare tactics to global warming to climate change.

 One fact that remains unchallenged by the global warming advocates, the depth of the oceans have not changed in the last 200 years. Despite all the predictions of the sea shore being in Ohio, the oceans of the world have not raised a single millimetre in the last 200 years.

Here at the EastWing, being a big fan of both  Halloween and Beef Tenderloin, we stand in full support or rotting pumpkins and farting cows. With that being said, guess the EastWing will be put on somekinda watch list by a government agency created to locate  owners of Farting Cows and Rotting Pumpkins in order to tax these despicable activities that are destroying the planet.

From the EastWing,  Nuts & Grain  & Veggies, A Whisky & Bacon Breakfast, Big Brother Taxing  Farting Cows & Rotting Pumpkins

I Wish You Well,


From the EastWing Trick or Treating With The Toto Volunteers

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the East Wing.


The biggest holiday, hands down, in Downtown Toto when I was a kid was Halloween.  Now ya had the other important stuff like Easter, 4th of July, Christmas, Thanksgiving, Memorial Day, and Labor Day, but none of these holidays could compare with Halloween.


It was the time of independence from family, the time to test your courage,  to face your fears of the nighttime  knowing they were out there and not knowing who or where. A time to be both horrified and happy all in the same heartbeat.  A time to scare little sisters. A time to step into the shadow of the valley.  A time to march, to prowl, and to play the darkness in the company of the band of brothers, the Toto Volunteers.


The Halloween Bounty seemed unlimited, so much so that we, the Toto Volunteers,  never made any attempt to control its access.  We could have, we chose not to. Toto could have become the model Trick or Treat Community for the National Standard of Trick  or Treat, had we choose to make it so. We could have, we chose not to.


The reason for such actions on the part of the Volunteers is as valid today as when the War Council deliberated on that very issue.  There was a fraction within the ranks who wanted to do to Halloween what we had been so successful in our summer campaign.  Just the summer past, we had collected more pop bottles then most of the army thought existed in the world.  We’d won the Pop Bottle Wars of Toto.


The issue of the Halloween Candy was brought to the  War Council not by inexperienced people with no knowledge of war, but from people seasoned by fire on the front lines of the Pop Bottle Wars.  People who were even  as old as 11 and one even held the rank of sergeant.


Now in the Toto Volunteers we had a little different ranking system than the regular army.  Ours was more simple.  I got to be the General, there were two sergeants, and everybody else got to be a private.  That way we didn’t have to spend a lot of time trying to figure out who was in charge. Besides, we didn’t have different uniforms so it was a lot easier to just remember a few to salute, otherwise everybody would be saluting each other all day long for nothing.


The Halloween Options as they would become know as  to the Volunteers were quite simple, two different options. The first option being the Toto Volunteers go Trick or Treating the night before the real Halloween and then go again the next night, that way everybody gets twice as much stuff.  The second option would be for the Volunteers to just charge everybody Trick or Treating in Toto, and not a member of the Volunteers, a nickel. It was just two weeks till Halloween and the council wanted to make a decision right there, but I told ‘em the decision  was too important, it’d have to wait for a while. I had to think this one out.


One of the things I learned by being the General of the Toto Volunteers was when I didn’t know what to do, I could always ask my dad.  I’d act like I was just a little kid asking a dumb question, not like the general  seeking consultation on an issue of possible war. When I talked to my dad about such important matters we usually done our man to boy talks on the porch swing, even in late October man to boy talks worked better in the swing.


As we sat swinging I said “Did ya ever go trick or treating?” My dad said “Yep” “Did ya ever go trick or treating the day before Halloween?” My dad said “Nope” I said “why not?” My dad said “Did ya ever have a birthday party a day before your birthday? Could ya have the 4th of July Picnic the day before? What would happen to Christmas if ya didn’t have the 25th of December, not the 24th but the 25th?” I was starting to see my dad’s point of view on this issue of trick or treating one day early as we swung together on the front porch in the crisp autumn air just nine days before Halloween.


I said “Ya think a person could make somebody pay to go trick or treating”  My dad said “Not in Toto, cause everybody that tricks or treats in Toto don’t have any money to start with, and besides who would be dumb enough to even try to get somebody to pay to go trick or treating?” I didn’t say nothing. One of the good things about talking with my dad in that swing was he didn’t make me say anything if I didn’t want to, and right then I didn’t want to.


So there is was.  Ya can’t go the night before ‘cause that’s dumb,  and nobody’s got any money and if ya even ask someone to pay that’s  dumb too.  My dad imparted a great deal of wisdom from the confines of that swing.  He made my job of generaling a lot easier on more than one occasion.


Well, I had my answers now I only had to deal with the Toto Volunteers. I spent most of that night trying to figure out a way to get the War Council on my side. I knew what I had to do but wanted the them to tell me, not me tell them.  Somewhere in the darkness,  about the time today turned into tomorrow and became yesterday I finally figured a way to present my views to the Council.  The next day I called an after school meeting of the War Council of the Toto Volunteers.  We met on my front porch.


Now one of the downside products of victory on the battle field is the overwhelming desire to repeat the same feat over and over again.  I was not about to let that happen to the Toto Volunteers.  As soon as everybody was present I presented my plan.  The plan was simple.  I couldn’t choose which one I liked best so we would do ‘em both.


But for the trick or treat the night before Halloween we’d all have to have get our moms to sign a letter saying we could go out after dark just in case someone wanted to know why we were there at their house a night early for trick or treat, so we could tell ‘em our moms said we could come trick or treating early. Also everyone had to ask their mom if she thought it would be ok to charge people for trick or treating in Toto.


I had printed out a letter to give every member.  Because I ran the mimeograph machine at California Township School I ran off copies of the letter.  I had printed it on a stencil and it looked really professional.  As the volunteers read the letter, ya could still smell the mimeograph ink, it was the blue kind.  I could tell by their looks that they were gona have a hard time getting their mom to sign that letter.  I know I sure wouldn’t ask my mom to sign that letter.


One kid said “my mom’ll  kill me if she sees this letter, I’m not gona take it home”.   He brought his letter back and reached it to me saying “let’s just go regular trick or treating”.  Some of the others thought we could still do both options.  My faith was in the letter.


The next morning at the bus stop not a single volunteer who took the letter home wanted to talk about it.  One guy said “I might not even want to go trick or treating this year, I don’t know if I do or not. I’ll just have to wait till Halloween an see”.  The plan was working. Two days later the War Council of the Toto Volunteers made a decision to do regular trick or treating in Toto and to make sure nobody would ever do anything except regular trick or treating in Toto forever in the future.


We, the Toto Volunteers, took a solemn  oath to forever protect the unbridled right to trick or treat in Toto Indiana on Halloween without interference from anybody forever and ever.  That right to trick or treat in Toto has been protected to this day.


And then came the politicians, regulations trick or treat hours. I think it was a republican thing first, probably too damn tight to buy candy for little kids.  Then the democrats jumped on the band wagon, probably with a bribe of some sort from the republicans.  A pox on both their houses, to even think ya can regulate Halloween.


Next thing ya gona hear is some smart ass in Washington will propose to make Halloween a federal holiday and place on the last Monday in October, in order to bring it in line with the other fake Monday Federal Holidays. It wouldn’t surprise me if Obama tries to move Easter to the day after.  Easter Monday doesn’t have a good sound to it, but one less work day for the democrats.


Now towns announce the time to go trick or treating. Trick or treating at 3:00PM is like kissing your sister at high noon in public park, it’s just not that much fun.  The question that comes to mind is what ya gona do if some little monster tricks or treats before or after the set deadlines?   Now if ya shoot ‘em all ya get the guilty.     I think we need a Halloween Czar. 


As the fall season really kicks in on this day after Halloween, as usual, I’ve enjoyed you company once again in the EastWing.


From the  East Wing Trick or Treating with the Toto Volunteers

I wish you well,



From the EastWing, Computer Security & The Bad Guys, Common Sense & PC MATIC, Timex Says Hello

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Based on the amount of contacts I’ve had in the last three weeks, It’s time we talk about  a little basic computer security. You gotta keep in mind that the internet is much like the Old West. Full of both the good guys and the  bad guys, and the Black Brats of the internet  are out there to do you dirty. Everyday they’ll come up with new dirty tricks, and everyday a new bunch of good guys will bite the dust. There’s never enough Gene Autrys or Roy Rogers to fight off the bad guys these days.

Between the scam artists and the virus producers, when you’re surfing the internet, it’s more like tip toeing thru the tulips.  When in doubt as for what to do on a computer issue, just stop and ask yourself does this sound logical and the is it the right thing to do. Most all computer fraud is predicated on two things. One is fear and two is human greed. Whenever confronted, refer to one and two. In order to help with your decision making process when dealing with one or two, the paragraphs below are food for thought.

Microsoft will never call you and tell you that your computer has a virus. Microsoft will never allow another company to use their name and call you either. So if you get a call from “Microsoft” or even the “Microsoft Control Center” it’s the bad guys after your gold.

Never pay for “Support” because a website has told you that your computer is infected.  If you encounter that, it’s the computer virus talking to you on the screen. You are infected, and paying for support will not rid your computer of any virus. Every 30 days the message will return. I once encountered a friend who, after 8 months, called and asked me how long did I think the message was going to pop up on his screen. I asked how long he expected to live.

Never give personal information over the phone unless you can verify the source. Never, never ever never give out such information when  you did not initiate the phone call.

Never disclose your checking account number or pay with a money order online.

Never believe what an internet stranger tells you about your computer status. It is possible to obtain entrance into a computer without the owner being aware that the intruder is inside. But in your case the odds are in your favor, Way, way, way in your favor. And even if someone is inside your machine, they are not going to tell you about it. So if someone tells you  about your computer status, they’re trying to get information from you. When I encounter such, I try to get a name and telephone number. When I do, that information goes to the FBI, Computer Fraud Division, in Indianapolis.

Never use  support hotlines from search engines as they are very rarely legitimate. Support hotlines are almost always set up by the  bad guys. Legitimate computer support can always be found on the company website.

The best defense to computer fraud is still common sense and a good computer virus detection program. For the office computers at RHCO INC. I use a program called PC MATIC. It’s a multi computer program, offering 5 computers for $50.00 per year. That’s less than .84¢ per computer per month. Not a bad price for peace of mind from computer virus. At the same time this program does a lot of housekeeping chores. It cleans up the inside of your computer. It’s kinda like a maid that lives inside your computer, cleaning up mess after mess. Like when your computer starts to run slooooooooow.  Yep, that’s what I’m talking ‘bout. PC MATIC cleans it up and keeps your computer running the way your computer was intended to run.

Never underestimate the power of words put to screen. A few weeks ago, I talked about my Timex Watch and how I’ve only worn Timex Watches. Well, Well, Well last week I received an email from the Timex Company.  Thanking me for being a loyal Timex customer, and more importantly,  for publishing such kind words in support of their product.

Sure would love to be able to end the story with Timex sending me a new watch. No that didn’t happen. They just sent me an electronic handshake for telling my Timex story. Oh well, guess they figured I didn’t need a new watch, after all, I’m wearing a Timex.

Every year about this time there are many who people can’t remember which way to move the clock. For those poor folks I’m not going to add to their confusion. For the rest of my friends, next Sunday Morning at 2:00 AM we’ll move our clocks back one hour. Just remember you heard it first at the EastWing.    Or was that forward???         :)

From the EastWing, Computer Security & The Bad Guys, Common Sense & PC MATIC, Timex Says Hello

I Wish You Well,


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.


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


I Wish You Well,

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


I Wish You Well,


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.
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