you watch PBS? Me too! lolz I only watch it when im really bored. Im mostly readin books (if momma doesnt ground me from readin -_-. worst way to ground a thirteen year old). darn momma is correctin my spellin. :P sorry to ask, but why do you watch PBS?
sincerly, Eleanor Anne
P.S why do i have an E an my middle name?! it's really odd. like connors face :D jkjk dont tell im i said that :D bye bye LY! <3
Wow, after all these years you crossed my mind and I wondered how you were doing. Of course with today's technology, I Googled you. I thought you would be out of prison by now, never knew you were serving a 142 year term. Surprise to you too. You are still the strong BLACK man you were then, to which I say stay true my brother. Continue to take care of yourself, and happy belated Soul-Day.
Joe, just wanted to send a quick note to let you know you have another reader. I've enjoyed reading some of your writing, and you seem like a very down to earth guy. Thanks for this post -- it puts things into perspective, and reminds me that we can still make life more joy-filled and love our families and friends while we still can.
Earl, just looking at a few of your drawings, and you've done amazing work here. The John Wayne picture was fantastic. I'm going to add a transcription to help this page with your drawings get some more exposure on the internet search engines. Hopefully some more eyes will see it.
Marcus, just read your post about "poor communicators"....like the guy who asks questions only to begun a debate, or only to express their views, and then shouts louder and louder. I agree totally with your viewpoint. I usually like to remind them that Hitler was famous for shouting down others during debates. And he only won them because he simply intimidated the other person into stopping and ceding victory. That usually does nicely for me to shut them up. :)
I no longer live in New Hampshire, btw. Depending on the time of year, you could call the area in which I now reside either heaven or hell. I can't complain since hell lasts all of three months (give or take a few weeks). Usually, I don't mind the 120+ degree temps, but today...a mild 110 degrees by comparison...it was stifling. It's monsoon so unlike spring, fall and winter, the humidity leaps from next to nothing up to 36%...which if you aren't used to, feels very heavy. I've had nearly seven years to acclimatize to this environment...which is Arizona btw...and to my dismay recently I've discovered myself perfectly at home in air conditioning and shivering violently from cold when I'm outside, freshly out of the pool and the ambient air temperature is past the hundred mark.
If my pool dips below 80 degrees...I stick my toe in and go "Oh brrrrr!!"
Wimp, huh?
Monsoon makes the heat worth it though. Every late afternoon, like clockwork, the thunderheads will build up on the Mogollan Rim to the northeast and the whole valley will shake with the reverberations of thunder and eye-blinding lightning flashes from every direction. You hold your face up...sniffing the scent of ozone on the wind. Will we get rain...will it miss us? Sometimes you are rewarded for your wishful thinking and a dusty rain will fall at first, washing the air, and as it becomes clean it carries the distinct scents of sagebrush and cattle manure. :)
If you aren't one of the few blessed in the valley to see rain...and the wind kicks up just right...you are rewarded with a great cloud of sand, rolling in like a tsunami, engulfing trees and buildings within it's yellowish murk. Just once, I bore the brunt of it...blinking my eyes to keep the dust from getting past the lashes...it was just a little dirt storm. But then....I tasted the air and okay....it didn't just smell of cattle manure...and that cured my urge to be outdoors.
Most of the time...the storm will head toward another part of the valley leaving you to stand there feeling rather dejected as the thunder rumbles away from you. It's kind of cool though to think that the valley is bigger than any storm...hah!
I go home every once in a while...holidays and just to see Toni, get some chicken tenders at the Back Room or real seafood. One of these days I have to do it in the summer...going back for the holidays just about kills me these days with snow...brrr! And that time of year....New England is so depressing to look at...all grey, black and white. I'd rather be back here...where the temperature is perfect, palm trees grace the horizon and everyone carries a gun. Everyone.
I'll tell you the story of my adventures at the firing range next time.
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sincerly,
Eleanor
Anne
P.S why do i have an E an my middle name?! it's really odd. like connors face :D jkjk dont tell im i said that :D bye bye LY! <3
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I no longer live in New Hampshire, btw. Depending on the time of year, you could call the area in which I now reside either heaven or hell. I can't complain since hell lasts all of three months (give or take a few weeks). Usually, I don't mind the 120+ degree temps, but today...a mild 110 degrees by comparison...it was stifling. It's monsoon so unlike spring, fall and winter, the humidity leaps from next to nothing up to 36%...which if you aren't used to, feels very heavy. I've had nearly seven years to acclimatize to this environment...which is Arizona btw...and to my dismay recently I've discovered myself perfectly at home in air conditioning and shivering violently from cold when I'm outside, freshly out of the pool and the ambient air temperature is past the hundred mark.
If my pool dips below 80 degrees...I stick my toe in and go "Oh brrrrr!!"
Wimp, huh?
Monsoon makes the heat worth it though. Every late afternoon, like clockwork, the thunderheads will build up on the Mogollan Rim to the northeast and the whole valley will shake with the reverberations of thunder and eye-blinding lightning flashes from every direction. You hold your face up...sniffing the scent of ozone on the wind. Will we get rain...will it miss us? Sometimes you are rewarded for your wishful thinking and a dusty rain will fall at first, washing the air, and as it becomes clean it carries the distinct scents of sagebrush and cattle manure. :)
If you aren't one of the few blessed in the valley to see rain...and the wind kicks up just right...you are rewarded with a great cloud of sand, rolling in like a tsunami, engulfing trees and buildings within it's yellowish murk. Just once, I bore the brunt of it...blinking my eyes to keep the dust from getting past the lashes...it was just a little dirt storm. But then....I tasted the air and okay....it didn't just smell of cattle manure...and that cured my urge to be outdoors.
Most of the time...the storm will head toward another part of the valley leaving you to stand there feeling rather dejected as the thunder rumbles away from you. It's kind of cool though to think that the valley is bigger than any storm...hah!
I go home every once in a while...holidays and just to see Toni, get some chicken tenders at the Back Room or real seafood. One of these days I have to do it in the summer...going back for the holidays just about kills me these days with snow...brrr! And that time of year....New England is so depressing to look at...all grey, black and white. I'd rather be back here...where the temperature is perfect, palm trees grace the horizon and everyone carries a gun. Everyone.
I'll tell you the story of my adventures at the firing range next time.
Spryte