Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Hello Summer.  You sure look good to me. I’m glad you’re here. Welcome once again to the EastWing. Few things are more fun than summertime at the EastWing. Only things that come to mind are the likes of  Autumn, Winter and Spring that can equal the fun of the EastWing Summertime. Ah, but yes, now it’s your turn to be in the sunshine, summer.  So shine on happy summertime.

Did ya get to see the BIG SUPER MOON? It was the closest the moon comes  to the earth during the whole year. Just like everything else that happens in this life, some folks predicted doom and gloom, with the moon being so close and all. There was even some NUT in Michigan who calculated that the additional gravitational pull on the oceans of this planet, due to the proximity of the moon, would make a high tide in the Atlantic Ocean reaching almost all the way inland to eastern Ohio. While the Gulf of Mexico waters would approach St. Louis Mo. It’s just such stuff like that, that makes this country great.  In our great country, you can say such stupid stuff and not be put away for life. It can all be dismissed simply by Uh Oh. Just like all those “End of The World” preachers that seem to pop up every so often. Uh Oh.

For all those who’ve asked for pictures of the Baby Beagle Girls, look at my Face Book page. Search “BobbyRay” they’ll be there, the Baby Beagle Girls. In response to the question as to why I don’t just attach pictures to the Sunday Evening visit to the EastWing. The letter goes to places on this earth that does not have high speed internet. And as such, should I attach a photo to the Sunday Evening EastWing visit, it could take an hour to download. Just think about that for a little while. How would you like to wait an hour for one file to download to your computer from the internet? Yeah, now you see why I don’t attach pictures from the EastWing.

One of the things that’s always fascinated me is the speed in which we seem to get use to using technology. Most of the users of PC’s today have not used machines that operated at a small fraction of today’s speed. Speeds stated in Kb not in Mg or even Gb. To put that in prospective, that’s thousands, Millions and Billions.

Without getting into detail, those terms are units of measure for computer stuff, be it the speed of processing information, storage of information, amount of memory, or whatever. Most have never experienced the early low speed of computers and as such, expect the whole world to operate at light speed, that is to say, your light speed. Believe me, the whole world does not operate at your speed. Most are faster, some are slower, and a few are, like you, in between.

I’ve got friends who visit the EastWing every Sunday Evening who have just this year (2013) moved up to 56K modem connections to the internet. These same people, I’ve known since I  had 28K modem connections to the internet. Would I abandon that friendship connection simply to display a picture from the EastWing? I don’t think so. In fact, I know so, and the real answer to that question is, not in this lifetime will I ever abandon my friends who are quite happy to be upgraded to 56K modem status.

With my  internet connection in the sky, one could very easy forget about 56K modems. Or for that matter, DSL service. That’s not the case here at the EastWing. A long time ago, a lesson was taught to never forget where you come from in this life. It’s your past that has brought you to the very presence you are today.

As I was preparing to leave home for the first time ever,  and go off to college that Sunday afternoon, my dad took me out to the front porch, and we sat in the swing there at Toto. We sat in the swing, like we’d done a hundred times before.  Looking back now, I realize I grew up a lot in that swing over the years, listening to the words of wisdom from the one they called “The Preacher”. But I just called Dad.

It was in that swing, there at the old house in Toto, where we talked about what’s right and what’s wrong. It was after one such  discussion in that swing, when I conceived the plan that later became  known as the “Pop Bottle Wars of Toto” It was in the same swing, two weeks later, with the same Preacher, that I made the decision which lead to the end of the “Pop Bottle Wars of Toto”.

It was in that swing, there at the old house in Toto, where I was told to “never do or say anything to your girl friend that you would ever be ashamed of doing or saying in front of your mother”.

And so as I was preparing to depart from my home, my father sat me down on the swing, and said “BobbyRay you’re now on your way in this life. You are going get more education than I’ve ever dreamed of. But one thing I want you to never forget. Never forget where you come from. Never forget who your people are, ‘cause they’re what makes you who you are in this life.”

Then he gave me a picture of my Grandpa Bob Howard surrounded by his sons, all uncles, all preachers. I was not yet 19 years old when I received that picture. That was a while back. That picture has seldom ever been more than arms length from me most every day of my life for over 50 years. And so it is today, I can touch that picture right now should I choose to do so. I didn’t forget where I came from. It’s important not to forget lessons learned in the swing, on the front porch, there in downtown Toto.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell ya, that part about the “girl friend”, me and my dad were talking about, setting there in the swing.  It was the She. I’ve only had one girl friend in my whole life. The way I look at it is, if ya get the right girl friend to start out, ya don’t need to go shopping around.

Now I don’t know if the She went shopping around before she met me or not. I’m afraid to ask. Might make her mad and she’d go shopping around. Uh Oh! Don’t want to take a chance on that. Me and the She. We’re still,  Just An Old Fashion Love Song.

Stay safe in Afghanistan.

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

Hello Summer.  You sure look good to me. I’m glad you’re here. Welcome once again to the EastWing. Few things are more fun than summertime at the EastWing. Only things that come to mind are the likes of  Autumn, Winter and Spring that can equal the fun of the EastWing Summertime. Ah, but yes, now it’s your turn to be in the sunshine, summer.  So shine on happy summertime.

Did ya get to see the BIG SUPER MOON? It was the closest the moon comes  to the earth during the whole year. Just like everything else that happens in this life, some folks predicted doom and gloom, with the moon being so close and all. There was even some NUT in Michigan who calculated that the additional gravitational pull on the oceans of this planet, due to the proximity of the moon, would make a high tide in the Atlantic Ocean reaching almost all the way inland to eastern Ohio. While the Gulf of Mexico waters would approach St. Louis Mo. It’s just such stuff like that, that makes this country great.  In our great country, you can say such stupid stuff and not be put away for life. It can all be dismissed simply by Uh Oh. Just like all those “End of The World” preachers that seem to pop up every so often. Uh Oh.

For all those who’ve asked for pictures of the Baby Beagle Girls, look at my Face Book page. Search “BobbyRay” they’ll be there, the Baby Beagle Girls. In response to the question as to why I don’t just attach pictures to the Sunday Evening visit to the EastWing. The letter goes to places on this earth that does not have high speed internet. And as such, should I attach a photo to the Sunday Evening EastWing visit, it could take an hour to download. Just think about that for a little while. How would you like to wait an hour for one file to download to your computer from the internet? Yeah, now you see why I don’t attach pictures from the EastWing.

One of the things that’s always fascinated me is the speed in which we seem to get use to using technology. Most of the users of PC’s today have not used machines that operated at a small fraction of today’s speed. Speeds stated in Kb not in Mg or even Gb. To put that in prospective, that’s thousands, Millions and Billions.

Without getting into detail, those terms are units of measure for computer stuff, be it the speed of processing information, storage of information, amount of memory, or whatever. Most have never experienced the early low speed of computers and as such, expect the whole world to operate at light speed, that is to say, your light speed. Believe me, the whole world does not operate at your speed. Most are faster, some are slower, and a few are, like you, in between.

I’ve got friends who visit the EastWing every Sunday Evening who have just this year (2013) moved up to 56K modem connections to the internet. These same people, I’ve known since I  had 28K modem connections to the internet. Would I abandon that friendship connection simply to display a picture from the EastWing? I don’t think so. In fact, I know so, and the real answer to that question is, not in this lifetime will I ever abandon my friends who are quite happy to be upgraded to 56K modem status.

With my  internet connection in the sky, one could very easy forget about 56K modems. Or for that matter, DSL service. That’s not the case here at the EastWing. A long time ago, a lesson was taught to never forget where you come from in this life. It’s your past that has brought you to the very presence you are today.

As I was preparing to leave home for the first time ever,  and go off to college that Sunday afternoon, my dad took me out to the front porch, and we sat in the swing there at Toto. We sat in the swing, like we’d done a hundred times before.  Looking back now, I realize I grew up a lot in that swing over the years, listening to the words of wisdom from the one they called “The Preacher”. But I just called Dad.

It was in that swing, there at the old house in Toto, where we talked about what’s right and what’s wrong. It was after one such  discussion in that swing, when I conceived the plan that later became  known as the “Pop Bottle Wars of Toto” It was in the same swing, two weeks later, with the same Preacher, that I made the decision which lead to the end of the “Pop Bottle Wars of Toto”.

It was in that swing, there at the old house in Toto, where I was told to “never do or say anything to your girl friend that you would ever be ashamed of doing or saying in front of your mother”.

And so as I was preparing to depart from my home, my father sat me down on the swing, and said “BobbyRay you’re now on your way in this life. You are going get more education than I’ve ever dreamed of. But one thing I want you to never forget. Never forget where you come from. Never forget who your people are, ‘cause they’re what makes you who you are in this life.”

Then he gave me a picture of my Grandpa Bob Howard surrounded by his sons, all uncles, all preachers. I was not yet 19 years old when I received that picture. That was a while back. That picture has seldom ever been more than arms length from me most every day of my life for over 50 years. And so it is today, I can touch that picture right now should I choose to do so. I didn’t forget where I came from. It’s important not to forget lessons learned in the swing, on the front porch, there in downtown Toto.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell ya, that part about the “girl friend”, me and my dad were talking about, setting there in the swing.  It was the She. I’ve only had one girl friend in my whole life. The way I look at it is, if ya get the right girl friend to start out, ya don’t need to go shopping around.

Now I don’t know if the She went shopping around before she met me or not. I’m afraid to ask. Might make her mad and she’d go shopping around. Uh Oh! Don’t want to take a chance on that. Me and the She. We’re still,  Just An Old Fashion Love Song.

Stay safe in Afghanistan.

From The EastWing, Hello Summer, EastWing Pictures & 56K Modems, Lessons From The Swing, Pictures Of Your People Hold ‘Em Dear, One Girl Friend Forever, Me &The She & The Love Song

I Wish You Well,

 

BobbyRay

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay